Edith's words resonated deeply with Allen. Intelligence, indeed, was paramount. In Terror Bus, they were blindsided by the accident, and in The Confined Room, they were utterly ignorant of the Ouyang family. The key to unraveling suspenseful horror films often lay in information. True survival hinged upon obtaining intelligence, identifying the cursed object at the root of the haunting, and resolving the issue. Furthermore, teamwork, mutual trust, information sharing, and collective action were crucial. Even if one's cursed object was temporarily unusable, such collaboration prevented isolation and desperation.
"Thank you for sharing this with me, Ms. Bai." Allen understood Edith's intention to nurture them into valuable members of the team.
Martin, also grasping Edith's intent, added, "We appreciate your guidance, Ms. Bai."
"Please, there's no need for such formality," Edith chuckled. "You can call me by my name, Edith, or even Edith if you prefer."
"However," Edith's tone shifted, "I must emphasize that while intelligence gathering and teamwork are vital, the most fundamental aspect, which I believe Hank has already mentioned, Allen, is complete immersion into your role. Didn't you mistakenly call Cheryl by the wrong name at a critical moment? Novice actors frequently commit this error, and many have perished because of it. It may seem trivial, yet it remains a common pitfall."
"Indeed," Allen concurred.
"How does one achieve such immersion? As non-professional actors, it's understandable if you're unfamiliar with the process. I once aspired to be an actress, not for fame and fortune, but to hone my craft. Although I never appeared in films, I volunteered in the performing arts and studied acting techniques. The most challenging roles for actors are those that diverge significantly from their personalities, especially villains. Some established actors deliberately choose villainous roles to refine their skills. Without complete immersion, your mindset remains tethered to your own identity, leading to errors like mispronouncing names. Moreover, in horror films, where deviating from the script and improvising is often necessary, the likelihood of errors increases."
In truth, Allen had nearly misspoken several times, and the one instance where he did, though inadvertently saving him, cost him three times his death exemption voucher. This was a matter demanding serious attention.
"Mispronouncing a name is relatively minor and, with vigilance, preventable. However, a lack of true immersion can engender a myriad of problems. Of course, as non-professional actors, we don't expect flawless performances. Delivering lines with a somber expression won't necessarily result in an NG. However, actions and improvised dialogue are entirely different matters. The key to merging actor and character lies in recognizing the shared imperative of survival. By grasping this common ground, you can seamlessly integrate the two."
Survival!
One remarkable aspect of Edith's presence in the thirteenth-floor cinema of hell was her NG record: zero. Flawless, a feat even Julian hadn't accomplished.
"Wait a moment," Martin's gaze fixed intently on Edith, a sudden realization dawning upon him. "You... Ms. Bai... could you possibly be... Bai Shenghuo's daughter?"
Bai Shenghuo! The name resonated with Allen; a titan of Chinese industry, his renown rivaled that of Ma Huateng, Pan Shiyi, and Li Kaifu. His empire was built upon real estate, though his Sun Real Estate company's recent focus on overseas markets meant he was less familiar to those following domestic real estate trends. Nevertheless, his personal wealth was rumored to reach a staggering 40 billion.
"Yes," Edith responded softly, devoid of any hint of pride.
Now it was Martin's turn to be astonished. He recalled a magazine profile of the Bai family, complete with a family portrait featuring Edith. This explained the nagging sense of familiarity he'd felt since their first encounter.
"But here," Edith smiled faintly, "whose daughter I am is of little consequence, isn't it?"
Yet, how could such a fact be disregarded? Edith was undeniably a heiress of immense fortune, a future inheritor of billions. A life of leisure and luxury lay before her, a destiny envied by countless souls.
"If you desired an acting career," Martin inquired, perplexed, "it would have been easily attainable."
"My father vehemently opposed it," Edith explained. "He believed the entertainment industry to be a treacherous realm. While his influence would have shielded me from certain exploitations, the inherent trials would be unbearable for most. However, my passion for acting was unwavering. I insisted on attending performing arts school, refusing to squander my father's wealth. Entering this cinema, acting in films, presented no difficulty, but..."
With a wistful smile, she continued, "Nevertheless, we must look forward. I am determined to amass ten thousand death exemption vouchers and return. It's all my fault for idly picking up that cursed poster."
Allen admired Edith deeply. In the real world, someone of her stature would be unapproachable. Modern Chinese society often harbored resentment towards the "fuerdai," the second generation rich, fueled by instances of privilege and corruption. Yet, not all were spoiled scions. Edith's genuine passion for acting, devoid of any desire for superficial accolades, shone through. Many envied the adoration showered upon celebrities, oblivious to the dedication and sacrifices required. While some might exploit connections, true stardom demanded talent. Edith's flawless record spoke volumes about her acting prowess.
Clearing her throat softly, Edith continued, "While I may not be a true actress, I do possess some insights. I'm happy to share some acting techniques with you, which I believe will prove invaluable. Improvisation, in fact, exists in real-world filmmaking, though typically reserved for established stars. Some actors, deeply immersed in their roles, might suggest alterations or improvised lines to the director, based on their understanding of the character. Similarly, in these films, avoiding NGs hinges upon interpretation and understanding. Before acting or speaking, consider whether your character would truly behave in such a manner."
Allen was immensely grateful for Edith's mentorship, and Martin, too, appeared delighted. Edith's guidance would undoubtedly enhance their chances of survival.
A subtle smile played on Edith's lips. She was pleased with these newcomers. Julian's judgment rarely faltered, and having entrusted her with this task, she was determined to excel. This unwavering dedication was the foundation of Julian's trust.
As Edith exited the screening room, a voice called out from behind, "Ms. Bai!"
Martin hurried to catch up with her.
"How... how can you remain so optimistic?" Martin stammered. "In this cinema, your life is perpetually in peril. The enviable life you once knew is irretrievable... I apologize, I'm not very articulate..."
Edith regarded her with a gentle smile. "I understand. But life is thus; it rarely unfolds according to our desires. We must embrace the present and strive within our current circumstances. While I once enjoyed a life of privilege, I now dedicate myself to survival. You too, possess that strength. You haven't lost everything."
Martin recognized the profound loss Edith had endured. Who could fathom the anguish of transitioning from a billionaire heiress to a cursed soul, trapped in a desperate fight for survival?
Yet, within this grim cinema, Edith radiated an unparalleled optimism. A flicker of warmth kindled within Martin's heart.
"Edith," she implored, her face flushed, "I want to be like you! Will you mentor me? I'm willing to learn anything."
Edith, her smile as radiant as ever, nodded in agreement.
In the following days, the other actors observed Allen and Martin's constant presence at Edith's side. The depth of her mentorship, freely sharing her survival knowledge without reservation, was evident. Everyone understood that Edith's actions bore Julian's implicit endorsement, a testament to his favor towards the newcomers. This realization astounded them.
The premiere of the new film drew near.
The day of Edith's new film, New Neighbor, arrived.
July 23rd, 7:30 pm, marked the screening. Alongside Edith, the cast included Carol, Job, Wu Zhaotian, and Eamonn, along with several other novice actors.
As the screening approached, Edith, Carol, Job, Eamonn, and Wu Zhaotian settled into their seats, anticipating the film's commencement.
Allen and Martin, deeply concerned for Edith's well-being, hoped for her safe return. The bond they had forged transcended mere camaraderie.
"I'll be fine," Edith reassured them. The camaraderie they had cultivated was a source of solace. She harbored no doubt about her survival.
"Be careful, Edith," Allen urged with sincerity. "Please come back safely."
"Don't worry," she replied. "Remember, I'm this cinema's sole spiritual medium."
Finally, the actors assembled outside the screening room. The film was about to begin.
"I hope she'll be alright," Martin murmured, her expression etched with worry. Her time with Edith had softened her demeanor, occasionally evoking a genuine smile. Her concern for Edith was palpable.
"She'll be fine," Allen affirmed resolutely. "She will!"
The film began.
Edith and the others held their breath as the screen flickered to life. Amidst the darkness, the silhouette of a solitary house, perched beside a desolate field, began to materialize...