Enforcer Manual
Chapter 761 - 759: Lucky Audience_1

Chapter 761: Chapter 759: Lucky Audience_1

"Huh?"

Song Lan’s abrupt question caught Lu Xiang off guard. He responded instinctively, "It should be, the technology of virtual reality is quite mature nowadays."

"But shouldn’t virtual reality technology require wearing a corresponding helmet, or at least a pair of glasses?"

Sitting at the last row of the theatre, Song Lan gazed at the masked performers on stage, unable to see their true faces, and suddenly felt as though the script and reality had overlapped.

Clearly, the audience also thought so.

Although the theme and promotion of the play were about a love story, Song Lan always found some details of the performance eerily familiar.

The story’s background was set on the eve of the third war, which was also when the Spirit Troupe was established. The leading lady was a famous actress of the troupe, and the leading man was a young military officer. These two identities alone were enough to spark numerous flames against the backdrop of a tumultuous world.

The special made the audience feel as if they had returned to that era filled with the smell of gunpowder, as though they were in the theatre, witnessing everything unfold.

In the play, the leading lady repeatedly wished for the leading man to leave the military and retire to a place far from the war. Her every invitation tore the man between his love and the sense of duty and honor as a soldier. Just when he was about to make a decision, the third war began.

A nuclear bomb descended upon the city they were in.

They seemingly witnessed the mushroom cloud rising into the sky that day and the heatwave that followed. In the nick of time, they, along with the leading lady, escaped into an underground shelter and became its residents.

Perhaps...

He had seen a similar storyline in a movie by Kolo Film Industry before.

After all, movies set against the backdrop of the third war were not uncommon. In their main feature, "Rescuer," there was a character who was a genetically-modified warrior who fell into a deep slumber during the third war. He entered a cryogenic chamber at the end of the war and woke to a world that had drastically changed.

The thunderous applause in the theatre brought them back to reality, and the audience was already looking forward to the Spirit Troupe’s next performance.

The play ended with an open ending, leaving the audience eager to know what happened to the leading lady after she entered the underground shelter.

And Song Lan finally understood why this play was so popular, silently apologizing in his heart for prematurely judging the troupe to be falsely advertising.

Long after the play had ended, the audience remained in their seats, reluctant to leave.

Soon, a staff member approached them and whispered something to Lu Xiang.

"He said we’ve been selected as the lucky audience members and invited us to take a look backstage."

Lu Xiang observed the staff member’s identity and work badge carefully and confirmed his identity before relaying the message to Song Lan.

The theatre could accommodate hundreds of people. Yet, the two of them were chosen as the lucky audience members, and there hadn’t even been an official selection process.

"Perfect, you can ask them directly what technology they used."

Under the guidance of the staff member, the two walked through the long corridor of the theatre and arrived backstage.

Most of the performers were still on stage and hadn’t come back, leaving a vast backstage area with only a young woman in a formal gown waiting for them.

She wore a mask identical to those of the performers, but one could tell from her smooth skin on the back of her hand that she was quite young.

"Mr. Song Lan, Ms. Lu Xiang, I, on behalf of the Spirit Troupe, welcome your arrival."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiang’s brows furrowed. "Actually, we aren’t the lucky audience members?"

If they were randomly selected lucky audience members by the troupe on-site, the other party should not know their identity information, as both ticket upgrades were registered with Captain Doug’s information. Besides, ticket sales information should, in principle, be confidential from the theater company.

However, this is, after all, the Seventeenth District; finding out hers and Song Lan’s identities wouldn’t be difficult.

Lu Xiang suddenly remembered some information about the Spirit Troupe.

They had arrived in the Seventeenth District two days ago.

That was almost on the day when the incident in The First Region ended, but before coming here, she had not connected the two events.

"There is no need to be nervous, we have no malice," said the masked woman. "As per the procedure, the lucky audience members selected can each ask me one question. Of course, what I can answer is limited to within the story of the performance."

Without waiting for Lu Xiang to speak, Song Lan took the initiative to ask, "Where do the voices guiding the heroine and the troupe members come from?"

He had watched the complete performance.

In the play, members of the Spirit Troupe referred to those voices as "Whispers," and it was exactly those Whispers that lent the love story, set during the period of the third war, its hues of religion and mysticism.

Some troupe members believed those "Whispers" were divine revelations to them; all the plotlines about "Whispers" in the story held elements of prophecy, seemingly predicting the coming catastrophe. Thus, they decided to become followers of the "Whispers."

Linking the plot to reality, one could deduce that the catastrophe foretold by the "Whispers" was indeed the Third War.

That war had almost destroyed the entire world and brought about unprecedented changes to the world’s structure.

And Song Lan also realized that he seemed to be influenced by the play, trying to find traces of a fictional love story that had once existed in the real world.

The masked woman appeared somewhat absent-minded; she hadn’t expected Song Lan to ask such a question.

After a long pause, she said, "That is what we are also looking for... Do you believe in the existence of divine signs?"

"Divine signs?"

"They are the marks left by deities when they exist. Finding them would be enough to prove that God truly exists," the woman explained.

And this time, they had found ironclad evidence, which was also why the troupe had come to the Seventeenth District.

"A few days ago, you must have, like us, witnessed the presence of a divine sign firsthand; when the entire world’s time came to a halt, everything but life itself was frozen in a moment," she said.

"I know," said Lu Xiang, not denying it.

The news had already broken; the internet debates were still fervent to this day, "The mainstream view is that it was the work of a powerful Psychic."

"Psychic Abilities can’t do such a thing; that was a feat only God could accomplish."

They could not see the woman’s face under the mask, but they could easily imagine her excited expression through her tone.

The woman said, "I have a premonition that Father God is right here."