Extra: Tan Zaozao
Kaleidoscope of Death by Xi Zixu
Tan Zaozao had fild many movies, had played countless characters. Shed been the bewitching dancer, the heroic swordswoman, the loving mother, the young woman who just could not extricate herself from the throes of love.
Every character was different, just as every person led a different life.
When Tan Zaozao first got into the entertainnt circle, she had had an accident: while she was shooting a scene on horseback, she had been careless, and fallen off the horse. Her injuries had been terrible, and shed almost lost her life. A close friend of hers ca to visit her in the hospital and completely chewed her out, asking if she wanted to die, why didnt she use a stunt double for such a dangerous occasion.
Tan Zaozao had answered with a smile: My lifes not worth that much.
Tan Zaozao had been young back then, and completely without fear of death. Shed thought she would always be that way, until one day, she went on a talk show. When Tan Zaozao walked out of her dressing room, she discovered that the corridor that ought to have led to the soundstage had turned into twelve tal doors. Every single door looked exactly the sa, emanating an icy chill.
Seeing such a thing, the smile on Tan Zaozaos face went stiff. Her first reaction was to wonder if this was a prank organized by production, and so she forced down the unsettled feeling in her chest. She kept it up untilshe pulled open one of the doors.
When the door opened, she appeared in an unfamiliar location. All around her was a desolate graveyard, and before her lood a dark and enormous castle.
Tan Zaozao followed the path slowly forward. In the clearing in front of the ancient castle, she spotted several people standing together, discussing sothing in whispers. All their faces were strange to her, and when they saw her, they just tossed over montary gazes before looking away again.
Excuse , where are we? Tan Zaozao asked.
Nobody answered her question.
Is this for a show? An onslaught of bad feeling was crashing over Tan Zaozaos chest, and she asked this question with great caution. Only, sobody in the crowd took on a mocking expression.
For a show? Youve seen such a realistic show before?
Tan Zaozao went silent.
Though she held onto a thread of hope, wishing this were a hyperrealistic prank show, that hope was ruthlessly dashed when she saw the first person die. That persons death was miserablethey were covered from wounds from head to toe, and all of their blood had been sucked out. They could not have been more dead.
Tan Zaozao stared at that corpse, frozen where she stood. That was the first ti she beca truly conscious of the fact that this wasnt a prank, nor was it so sort of realistic ga. Here, death was a very real possibility.
Tan Zaozaos first door wasnt too difficult, relatively speaking. She was pretty lucky, and ca out alive. When she returned to the real world, she almost imdiately had an emotional breakdown, terrifying the assistant beside her.
Zaozao, are you alright? the assistant asked in worry.
Where were you?! Tan Zaozao said angrily. Why didnt you help ?
The assistant looked back at her blankly.
What do you anwhere? Havent you been sitting here the whole ti?
Tan Zaozao startled, saying, Ive been sitting here the whole ti?
Yeah, the assistant answered. Youve been just sitting here, spacing out
Tan Zaozao went silent, and faintly ca to understand sothing. But before she could figure it all out, the assistant was rushing her onto the stage. The interview was starting.
Onstage, Tan Zaozao was inattentive, answering the hosts questions on and off and absently. The host saw that sothing was off, and just as he was rearing to ask, there ca a terrified yell from offstage. Before the host even had ti to react, there was the sound of shattering glass above his head. He looked up, and saw a black shadow plumting toward him.
Tan Zaozao had been sitting right next to the host. She got a close-up view of that giant hanging light plunging heavily from above and smashing to the ground before her very eyes.
The host, who had just been laughing and chatting with her, beca a dismbered corpse in the matter of a mont. Tan Zaozao stood there blankly, looking as if in a trance.
For Tan Zaozao to have survived this accident was practically a miracle. Lord knows shed been sitting right next to the talk show host. The heavy lighting equipnt had practically grazed her as it fell, but didnt leave a single scratch on her.
This incident that gave Tan Zaozao severe shock, and she was forced to take a break for a while.
And during this break, she finally figured out what that door was.
It was tornt, and also rebirth.
Without the doors, she would already be dead. But with the doors, she still might not survive.
Through a friend, Tan Zaozao t Ruan Nanzhu, and also learned there was a whole group of people selected by the doors.
Do you want to simply cross the doors or train in the doors? Ruan Nanzhu asked Tan Zaozao.
Tan Zaozao, is there a difference
Ruan Nanzhu, the difference is, the first one, you dont have to think about anything, you only have to follow . The other, you have to rely on yourself.
Tan Zaozaos answer was decisive: I choose the first one.
But Obsidian doesnt take doors after the fifth, Ruan Nanzhu said. If you choose the first option, maybe youll have an easier ti surviving in the beginning, but theres no guarantee for later.
Tan Zaozaos smile was forced.
But I really am scared.
Ruan Nanzhu went quiet. It was his agreent to Tan Zaozaos request.
Tan Zaozao really was just a normal girl. She was scared of the dark and scared of ghosts. Out of the people in Obsidian, the one she was most like was Cheng Qianli. But this likeness also ant that neither of them were suited to the doors.
Tan Zaozao made her decision. She knew her own ending, and had her doubts in the middle. But in the end, she never changed her mind.
After the fifth door, Obsidian didnt take on gigs anymore. And Tan Zaozaos journey had co to an end.
Zaozao, how about I take you in. Lin Qiushi was a good guy. There was worry for Tan Zaozao in his eyes, but Tan Zaozao turned him down with a smile.
Deep inside her heart, shed once worked up a bit of jealousy toward Lin Qiushished been jealous of Ruan Nanzhus preferential treatnt toward him. But after the jealousy faded, Tan Zaozao discovered that she actually understood Ruan Nanzhu very well. Lin Qiushi was so utterly lovelyhe was clever, and brave, and kind, just like a glittering gemstone. Anybody would be attracted to those qualities of his. Not only Ruan Nanzhu, herself included.
If she were Ruan Nanzhu, she would probably make the sa decision.
Tan Zaozao thought, lancholic: who wouldnt want a strong and brave companion?
In the end she chose another organization. That org promised her that they would bring her out of her sixth door, but they failed.
This was also within Tan Zaozaos expectations. The only thing that wasnt part of the plan was dying on her most beloved stage.
It was honestly a kindness shed asked for. Shed wanted to die quietly, but found that she couldnt do it. In the terrifying world of the doors, a pair of hands dragged her into an endless black. And when she ca out from the door, the extravagant stage was before her eyes. Beneath the stage were blinding lights, and in her ears were the shutter clicks of caras. The audience was seeing everything, and all of it was being recorded.
When she knew death was descending, Tan Zaozao couldnt help a scream of miseryshe regretted it now. She didnt want to die yet. There was still so much she wanted to do.
This wasnt fair
But it was all too late.
Her final path had already been determined by her decision way back at the beginning.
Above her head ca once more that familiar sound of shattering glass. Tan Zaozao looked up and saw the bright lights, as well as the countless shards of glass plumting toward her. That chandelier was like a crown, crashing heavily atop her body. It broke her to pieces.
Before the darkness fell, Tan Zaozao heard panicked shouts from the people offstage. She even saw so frantic faces. As Tan Zaozao lied on the floor, a faint smile ca to her lips. She felt the darkness encroach on her vision, and the eternal silence tasted, to her surprise, a bit sweet.
She sank into a long sleep from which she would never be disturbed.
[Extra: Bai Ming and Zhang Yiqing]
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