After feeling dejected for a while, Ye Xinglan quickly cheered up.
"At worst, I'll play here for a night. When dawn breaks, that Zhu Meng Yin Yun will probably come out to blow the awakening flute."
Although she didn't know why only she had entered, as long as she could get out after dawn, it would be fine.
Then, Ye Xinglan began wandering in the dream world.
She tried to find the figure of the Dream Narrator, wanting to muster the courage to ask what was going on.
But no matter where she went, she still couldn't find the Dream Narrator.
Logically, shouldn't that guy have appeared when she was alone?
Could it be that falling into this situation was arranged by him?
Damn! How mean!
The Dream Narrator has done all kinds of evil deeds!
But thinking about it again, that guy hadn't appeared before her.
This unknown made her feel a bit uneasy.
Now it seemed she could only wait slowly.
At worst, it would be like normal sleep, as long as nothing strange happened.
......
As time passed.
The sky gradually brightened.
The sun had risen.
In the capital.
Most Night Watchers in the headquarters had stayed up all night and hadn't discovered anything unusual.
Some Night Watchers still tried to sleep and enter the dream world, but still without success.
It seemed the Dream Narrator really hadn't interfered with everyone's dreams.
The reason for this was still unknown.
This unknown weighed on the hearts of the Night Watchers like a huge stone, feeling somewhat heavy.
The Leader returned to his office from the command room, sitting in his seat to think.
Countless possibilities arose in his mind, but none could be confirmed.
He reviewed all the information brought out from the dream world before, but still couldn't determine the current situation.
At this moment, he suddenly thought of Ye Lan.
Could that girl also be unable to enter the dream world?
Meanwhile.
At the Rising Sun Theater.
Almost all troupe members had come out, preparing for the outdoor performance, except the Spectator who wasn't present.
"Where's the Spectator?" the Troupe Leader inquired.
Everyone shook their heads, not knowing the situation.
Lian Hua guessed, "Could she be sleeping in?"
Kong Yubai quickly denied.
"That shouldn't be the case. Although the Spectator is usually lethargic, she's very serious about troupe activities and definitely wouldn't forget this."
Hearing this, the troupe members all nodded, seemingly knowing what kind of person the Spectator was.
Since she wasn't here now, had something unexpected happened?
Thinking of this, Lian Hua and others began to worry.
At this moment, the Announcer's figure suddenly appeared, his expression somewhat serious.
"That guy indeed still made a move against the Spectator."
The Troupe Leader narrowed his eyes slightly.
"What exactly happened? Announcer."
"Obviously, the Spectator's consciousness is trapped in the dream world by the Dream Narrator, unable to wake up. This is her current situation," the Announcer said softly, revealing shocking information.
Hearing this, the Troupe Leader stepped forward, walking to the edge of the theater door.
"I'll go bring her back for now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the theater door instantly connected to the place the Spectator had opened last time.
The Troupe Leader resolutely walked out.
The next second.
The Troupe Leader's figure appeared in an unfamiliar rest room.
He glanced around, quickly locking onto the two petite figures on the bed.
"Spectator."
The Troupe Leader walked over lightly, picking up the two sleeping figures and returning to the theater.
After he left with the two girls, the theater door connecting to the headquarters instantly closed.
Meanwhile, a ringtone suddenly sounded in the rest room.
Ye Lan's communication device was there, the screen displaying a message from Ji Yun.
On the other side.
In the Leader's office.
Ji Yun, who was contacting Ye Lan in front of the Leader, fell silent.
Several minutes passed.
Ye Lan hadn't replied to her message.
The Leader watched this scene, narrowing his eyes.
"She didn't reply to you?"
"No."
The Leader suddenly had an ominous premonition.
"Go directly, don't wait for a reply."
"Yes."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yun instantly disappeared.
Tens of seconds later, Ji Yun's figure reappeared in the office, holding Ye Lan's communication device.
"Leader, Ye Lan seems to have disappeared."
"What?"
The Leader's expression was stunned, bewildered by this development.
Then he quickly took action, contacting the surveillance team to investigate the monitoring of the road to Ye Lan's residence.
He himself asked Ji Yun to take him to Ye Lan's rest room.
In just an instant, the Leader arrived at Ye Lan's rest room.
However, this rest room was already empty.
The Leader toured around, not finding anything unusual.
At this time, the surveillance team sent a message saying that the black-haired girl hadn't come out since entering last night.
So Ye Lan had disappeared inside the rest room.
The Leader closed his eyes, beginning to concentrate and sense carefully.
Ji Yun stood aside without making a sound, not disturbing the Leader.
A moment later, the Leader opened his eyes, muttering.
"Star Eclipse aura?"
Hearing these words, Ji Yun's expression froze.
"How is that possible? How could Star Eclipse aura appear inexplicably inside the headquarters?"
The Leader didn't explain to her, but thought of something.
"Let's go back first. Don't mention this matter."
"Yes."
The Leader's thoughts began to become active.
For the next situation, he only needed to see if the Rising Sun Troupe was performing in Qiyuan City.
……
Inside the Rising Sun Theater.
The troupe members surrounded the two sleeping lolis brought back by the Troupe Leader.
At this moment, they lay on the bed, showing no signs of waking up.
Lian Hua leaned on the edge of the bed, her face somewhat worried.
"Both Spectators are sleeping..."
Kong Yubai frowned.
"Logically, the commotion just now should have been enough to wake the Spectator, but why is she still in deep sleep?"
At this moment, Mo Tutu, also leaning on the edge of the bed, poked Ye Xing's cheek while answering, "Obviously, the awakening flute in the dream world hasn't sounded, so the Spectator can't wake up. She's probably worrying inside too, and we can't forcibly wake her up, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable."
"Then what should we do?"
"What else can we do? Just wait. I don't have a solution either at the moment."
Hearing this, the makeup artist tilted her head, seemingly wanting to remind them.
"But... didn't you say we're supposed to go out and perform today?"
Mo Tutu chuckled.
"I don't care either way. It's up to you how you want to decide."
At this moment, the Troupe Leader said without hesitation, "Wait for the Spectator to wake up. Without the Spectator's participation, this performance would be meaningless."
The Gentleman and the Deceiver nodded, strongly agreeing with these words.
As for the remaining Kong Yubai and others, there's no need to mention.
For the Spectator's sake, even the customary outdoor performance activity could be easily given up by the Rising Sun Troupe.
This was her importance.
In the dream world.
Ye Xinglan stared blankly at the whitening sky, couldn't help pursing her lips, and cried out involuntarily.
"No way! Why hasn't the dream ended?"