Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

Gu Jin couldn’t suppress her frown, irritation evident at the audience’s startled reactions.

She couldn’t comprehend their fear. Even her sister remained unfazed.

“Why aren’t you scared?” Gu Jin quizzed Gu Yang, her head tilted in confusion.

“It’s thrilling, actually,” Gu Yang replied earnestly, her attention fixed on the screen. Addressing Gu Jin’s perplexity, she elaborated, “I’m a staunch atheist; ghosts don’t frighten me.”

Despite not yet witnessing the movie’s conclusion, Gu Yang remained confident that Chinese horror films seldom featured actual ghosts. More often, they relied on mystery or the protagonist’s psychological turmoil.

Meanwhile, the white man behind them still trembled with fear, peeking through his fingers at the screen. His companion, the young man with the canine teeth, simply covered the former’s mouth to muffle his terrified exclamations.

As the credits rolled and the audience dispersed, animated discussions about the plot echoed throughout the theater.

“I never expected the mastermind behind it all was the first victim,” remarked one moviegoer, enthusiasm evident in their voice. “He manipulated everyone’s emotions and sense of morality.”

“This killer is utterly ruthless; he offed himself right at the start.”

“Given the ending, it feels like there’s a sequel in the works. I wonder if the secondary male lead will take a dark turn.”

Director Shen messaged Gu Jin post-screening: [Hey, how’d it go? Did Sister get spooked enough to shed a tear?]

Gu Jin responded: [She’s as cool as a cucumber.]

Director Shen retorted: [That’s unexpected.]

Behind Gu Yang and Gu Jin, the Caucasian man remained slumped in his seat, evidently still reeling from the movie’s frightful impact.

Observing Gu Jin and Gu Yang exiting the theater, the young man with the canine teeth nudged the white man. “Singer, you okay to keep up?”

Singer shook his head, eyeing him wearily. “Smile, why didn’t you warn me this was a horror flick?”

Smile scratched his head sheepishly. “Heh, didn’t think they’d go for something so spine-chilling.”

Singer pressed on, “Who offed the last character?”

Smile paused, momentarily confused. Realizing Singer referred to the movie, he furrowed his brows in thought. “Dunno. Maybe they’ll spill the beans in the sequel.”

Singer’s disappointment was palpable. “Oh.”

Smile pondered for a moment, then suggested, “How about we hack into the author’s computer? Maybe we can spoil the ending.”

He retrieved his laptop and began typing. “Ah, the novel’s already finished. Oh! So the killer is…”

Before Smile could divulge any further, Singer swiftly covered his mouth.

Eyeing him, Smile’s expression shifted.

Singer’s tone turned icy. “No spoilers.”

Smile relented, “Then I’ll send you the link to the novel. You can check it out yourself?”

Singer remained resolute. “I want to see the movie.”

Smile countered, “But the sequel might take ages.”

“Ages?” Singer echoed.

Smile elaborated, ticking off points on his fingers. “Production schedules, casting… You used to be in the industry, right? You know the drill better than I do.”

Singer remained silent, and Smile followed suit, realizing abruptly that Singer wasn’t his real name. He felt a pang of confusion.

Exiting the theater, Smile couldn’t help but express his frustration, “So, we came all this way for nothing? Just to catch a movie? Seems a bit anticlimactic. We’re not ones to sit idly by without stirring up some trouble.”

Singer responded calmly, “Then let’s find something to do.”

The following day, Jiang Mo found himself thrust into the limelight once again, albeit fleetingly.

The individual who had once caused a stir by splashing mineral water on him was found dead, a victim of drowning. Oddly enough, there was no trace of water at the scene, save for an empty mineral water bottle.

Despite thorough investigation, no evidence surfaced to indicate another individual’s involvement. Surveillance footage revealed no one entering the rented house where the incident occurred.