Di Tim Eksplorasi Lapangan, saat memasuki cerita hantu, transmisi data dan komunikasi biasanya menjadi mustahil, sehingga para peserta terisolasi. ‘Ini struktur khas sebuah cerita hantu.’ Tapi cerita jadi lebih menarik kalau ada interaksi dan konflik. Aku samar-samar ingat pernah membaca di sebuah cerita hantu bahwa beberapa tim di Tim Eksplorasi Lapangan punya item sekali pakai untuk komunikasi darurat. ‘Apakah tombol ini salah satunya?’ Saat pikiranku bergegas menyimpulkan situasi, mulutku langsung bicara. Waktu sangat berharga! “Apakah Anda pemimpin D-squad?” “Saya Kim Soleum, anggota baru D-squad. Ada yang urgent harus saya laporkan.” “Dalam 30 menit, seluruh D-squad akan mati.” Meski orang di seberang terkejut, itu tak bisa dihindari. Ini cara paling efisien. Aku harus menenangkannya dan menjelaskan… [Saya beri waktu lima menit untuk laporan.] Ya, kematian massal memang hal biasa di Tim Eksplorasi Lapangan, tapi ini agak… ‘Ada yang salah dengan kemanusiaannya…?’ Aku hampir bingung, tapi situasinya mendesak, jadi kubiarkan saja. Aku cepat merangkum semua yang terjadi sampai sekarang. “Terjadi anomali selama Kegelapan Kelas D, Tuesday Talk Show.” Aku menjelaskan tentang anggota regu lain yang menyusup di tengah acara, pembatalan mendadak kuis, dan segmen paduan suara gila yang baru saja dimulai. [Masih ada berapa karyawan yang tersisa?] “Tiga dari tujuh masih ada. Seluruh D-squad masih hidup, tapi begitu istirahat berakhir, kami semua akan mati.” Pemimpin D-squad menjawab singkat. [Beri dirimu waktu 30 menit lagi.] Mungkinkah? “Sepertinya itu tidak mungkin.” [Kalau begitu, tidak ada yang bisa dilakukan.] Dia punya bakat membuat orang yang tinggal kurang dari 30 detik lagi sebelum mati jadi geram. ‘Aku tidak punya waktu untuk membuang-buang tenaga menghadapi omong kosong ini.’ Benar bahwa semakin tinggi posisimu di Tim Eksplorasi Lapangan, semakin banyak karyawan yang tampaknya kehilangan moral dasar atau akal sehat, tapi mengalaminya langsung benar-benar menjengkelkan. ‘Apa dia menganggap nyawa anggota regunya mainan?’ Aku hampir menutup sambungan dan mencari jalan sendiri ketika… “Apa yang berubah kalau kita punya 30 menit lagi?” Kenapa dia minta waktu tambahan? [Jika kau bisa bertahan sampai 55 menit dari sekarang, aku bisa mendapat persetujuan tim keamanan dan menyewa senjata terkuat serta perangkat masuk.] Suara rendahnya menjelaskan dengan tenang. [Seluruh prosesnya, bahkan jika diurus secara retroaktif, butuh sekitar 40 menit, dan perlu 15 sampai 20 menit tambahan untuk masuk ke Kegelapan.] “…Kalau proses itu selesai, apakah D-squad bisa diselamatkan?” Anggota Tim Eksplorasi Lapangan yang mampu masuk sendirian ke Kegelapan Kelas A dan menekan fenomena supranatural dengan peralatan khusus? Orang yang mampu melakukan itu hanya… Orang yang sedang berbicara denganku pasti salah satu karyawan yang pernah kubaca! ‘Seseorang dengan peran penting atau mudah diingat…’ Rasa dingin merambat di punggungku. Beberapa kandidat melintas di pikiranku. Otakku berputar kencang. “Mencuri peralatan dari tim keamanan… ya, itu mustahil.” Operasi tim keamanan sangat dibatasi untuk menjaga koherensi naratif dalam cerita hantu, dan keamanan mereka sangat ketat. Memang, tindakan seperti itu mustahil menurut aturan. ‘Tapi kalau orang ini benar-benar salah satu karyawan yang kubayangkan…’ Mungkin ada jalan! Aku menelan ludah gugup dan bertanya, “…Boleh saya tahu Anda memakai topeng apa, Tuan?” Jika dia menyebut julukan yang sedang kupikirkan… Kami punya sisa 20 menit. “Berdasarkan yang kau sampaikan, aku sudah menyusun rencana.” Waktu istirahat hampir habis. Sambil memegang botol air dari ruang tunggu, aku kembali ke set talk show. Manusia. Nomor 2. Manusia, manusia! Dengan latar dua karyawan yang telah terpapar ‘latihan paduan suara’ selama beberapa menit dan kondisi wajah mereka memburuk drastis, pembawa acara berkepala TV tua itu mengulurkan tangan ke arahku. [Kau sudah merasa lebih baik? Siap membuat siaran terbaik sepanjang masa?] “Ya. Terima kasih atas perhatiannya.” [Haha, kondisi kontestan adalah kunci untuk menghadirkan momen terbaik di acara ini!] Nadanya ternyata ramah, mengingat perilaku pembawa acara sebelumnya. Sepertinya efek Smiley Sticker masih aktif. ‘Sejauh ini, semuanya berjalan sesuai perkiraan.’ Aku memilih kata-kata berikutnya dengan hati-hati. “…Anda benar-benar mencurahkan banyak gairah dan tenaga untuk acara ini, Tuan Pembawa Acara. Menurut saya, itulah kenapa siaran Anda selalu begitu memikat.” Mungkin karena ini situasi paling ekstrem, sanjungan keluar dari mulutku tanpa susah payah, tanpa sedikit pun rasa malu. [Pujian yang tinggi! Tapi siaran adalah sesuatu yang diciptakan semua orang bersama. Tuan Roe Deer, Anda juga bagian dari itu!] Bukan, bukan itu arah yang kumaksud… “Saya menghargai pujian Anda, tapi tidak ada bandingannya antara saya dan Anda, orang yang memimpin talk show hebat ini.” Inilah arah yang kubutuhkan. “Tapi saya terkejut format acaranya berubah tanpa pemberitahuan kepada seseorang sepenting Anda…” “Tidak ada penonton langsung, kami memakai tepuk tangan rekaman, hukuman dihilangkan… bahkan anggota bandnya berkurang.” Aku mengingat poster siaran hitam-putih di ruang tunggu. Semuanya talk show dengan penonton langsung, tempat komunikasi real-time menjadi bagian dari pengalaman. Jika ruang tunggu itu adalah ruang pribadi pembawa acara… ‘Ada kemungkinan besar pembawa acara tidak tahu format baru…!’ “Rasanya perubahan itu dilakukan untuk memangkas biaya secara menyeluruh.” Ada risiko kepalaku dipenggal jika pembawa acara salah menafsirkan ucapanku sebagai penghinaan terhadap talk show. Tapi diam saja tetap akan berujung kematian. Aku melirik ke belakang, berpura-pura melihat panggung, dan berhasil melanjutkan bicara. Konduktor berkepala babi mati. “…Mungkinkah alasan perombakan ini karena biaya mendatangkan tamu di sana itu mahal?” Emotikon di layar TV pembawa acara menghilang. Tapi tak lama kemudian kembali dengan emotikon tersenyum. [Itu bukan urusan kontestan.] Jujur, aku terlalu takut sampai belum benar-benar melihat makhluk berkepala babi itu. “Saya hanya penggemar berat Tuesday Quiz Show dan sangat menantikan ikut serta. Saya pasti mengatakan sesuatu yang kasar karena kecewa acaranya dibatalkan…” [Ah, ucapan yang baik! Tapi… dunia hiburan itu kejam.] Layar TV pembawa acara perlahan menghitam. [Jika penonton lebih menyukai format ini, maka sebagai penghibur, tugasku adalah cepat beradaptasi dengan apa yang mereka inginkan…] “Tapi bukankah masih belum pasti bagaimana perasaan penonton? …Setidaknya bagiku, aku lebih suka format lama. Interaksi langsung dengan penonton dan sensasi Tuesday Quiz Show yang disiarkan langsung.” “Mengubah acara begitu mendadak, bahkan tanpa membicarakannya dengan pembawa acara… ah, sudahlah. Maaf. Saya bicara terlalu lancang.” Aku berpura-pura ragu, lalu menambahkan, “Aku hanya… tadi aku sangat menikmati siaran langsungnya. Jantungku berdebar, dan itu cukup mendebarkan.” Pembawa acara berdiri diam. Layar TV mengeluarkan suara statis samar…
Bab 26
In , when entering a ghost story, data transmission and communication usually become impossible, isolating the participants. ‘This is the typical structure of a ghost story.’ But stories become more interesting when there is interaction and conflict. I vaguely remember reading in a ghost story that some teams in have a disposable item that allows for emergency communication. ‘Is this button one of those?’ While my mind raced to deduce the situation, my mouth started talking immediately. Time was of the essence! “Are you the leader of D-squad?” “I’m Kim Soleum, the new recruit in D-squad. I have something urgent to report.” “In 30 minutes, all of D-squad will be dead.” Even if the other person was startled, it couldn’t be helped. This was the most efficient way. I needed to calm him down and explain… [I’ll take a five-minute briefing.] Sure, mass deaths are a routine occurrence in the Field Exploration Team, but this is a bit… ‘Is there something wrong with his humanity…?’ I almost got confused, but the situation was urgent, so I let it go. I quickly summarized everything that had happened so far. “There was an anomaly during the D-Class Darkness, Tuesday Talk Show.” I explained about the members of another squad who had intruded mid-show, the quiz show’s sudden cancellation, and the insane choir segment that had just begun. [How many employees are left?] “Three out of seven remain. All of D-squad is still alive, but once the break ends, we’ll all be dead.” The D-squad leader responded concisely. [Buy yourself another 30 minutes.] Is that even possible? “I don’t think that’s feasible.” [In that case, there’s nothing we can do.] He has a knack for enraging people who are about to die in less than 30 seconds. ‘I don’t have time to waste on this nonsense.’ It’s true that the higher you go in the Field Exploration Team, the more some employees seem to lack basic morality or common sense, but experiencing it firsthand is truly infuriating. ‘Does he think his team members’ lives are a joke?’ I was about to hang up and figure things out on my own when… “What would change if we had 30 more minutes?” Why did he ask for more time? [If you could hold off until 55 minutes from now, I could get approval from the security team and rent the strongest weapons and entry devices.] His low voice explained calmly. [The entire process, even if handled retroactively, would take about 40 minutes, and it would take an additional 15 to 20 minutes to enter the Darkness.] “…If that process is completed, could D-squad be rescued?” A Field Exploration Team member capable of entering an A-Class Darkness alone and suppressing the supernatural phenomenon using special equipment? The only people capable of that would be… The person I was talking to had to be one of the employees I’d read about in the ! ‘Someone with a significant or memorable role…’ Chills ran down my spine. Several candidates flashed through my mind. My brain was spinning. “Stealing equipment from the security team… yeah, that’s impossible.” The security team’s operations are heavily restricted to maintain narrative coherence in the ghost stories, and their security is airtight. It’s true that such an act would be impossible based on the rules. ‘But if this person really is one of the employees I think he is…’ There might be a way! I swallowed nervously and asked, “…May I ask what mask you wear, sir?” If he said the nickname I was thinking of… We had 20 minutes left. “Based on what you’ve told me, I’ve come up with a plan.” Break time was almost over. Holding a water bottle from the waiting room, I returned to the talk show set. Human. Number 2. Human, human! Against the backdrop of two employees who had been exposed to ‘choir practice’ for several minutes and whose complexions had drastically worsened, the host with the old TV for a head extended his hand toward me. [Are you feeling better? Ready to create the best broadcast ever?] “Yes. Thank you for your consideration.” [Haha, a contestant’s condition is key to delivering the best moments on the show!] His tone was surprisingly friendly, considering the host’s previous behavior. It seemed the Smiley Sticker’s effect was still active. ‘So far, things are going as expected.’ I carefully chose my next words. “…You really put a lot of passion and energy into this show, Mr. Host. I think that’s why you always make such captivating broadcasts.” Perhaps it was the most extreme situation, but flattery was coming out of my mouth effortlessly, without a trace of shame. [Such high praise! But a broadcast is something everyone creates together. Mr. Roe Deer, you are a part of that too!] No, that’s not the direction I was going for… “I appreciate your kind words, but there’s no comparing me to you, the one who leads this great talk show.” This was the direction I needed. “But I was surprised that the format of the show changed without notice to someone as important as you…” “There’s no live audience, we’re using recorded applause, the punishments are gone… even the band has fewer members.” I recalled the black-and-white broadcast posters in the waiting room. They were all talk shows with live audiences, where real-time communication was part of the experience. If that waiting room was the host’s personal space… ‘There’s a good chance the host doesn’t new format…!’ “It feels like the changes were made to cut costs across the board.” There was a risk of being beheaded if the host misinterpreted my comment as an insult to the talk show. But staying silent would lead to death anyway. I glanced back, pretending to look at the stage, and managed to continue speaking. The conductor with the dead pig’s head. “…Could the reason for this revamp be that it cost a lot to book that guest over there?” The emoticon on the host’s TV screen disappeared. But it soon returned with a smiling emoticon. [That’s none of the contestant’s concern.] Honestly, I’m so scared I haven’t even properly looked at that pig-headed creature. “I was just such a huge fan of the Tuesday Quiz Show and was really looking forward to participating. I must have said something rude because I was disappointed by its cancellation…” [Ah, what a kind thing to say! But… show business is ruthless.] The host’s TV screen quietly turned black. [If the viewers prefer this format, then as an entertainer, it’s my job to adapt quickly to what they want…] “But isn’t it still uncertain how the viewers feel? …At least for me, I preferred the old format. The real-time interaction with the audience and the excitement of the live Tuesday Quiz Show.” “To change the show so abruptly, without even discussing it with the host… ah, never mind. I’m sorry. I’ve spoken out of turn.” I pretended to hesitate, then added, “I just… I had a lot of fun earlier during the live broadcast. My heart was racing, and it was quite exciting.” The host stood silently. The TV screen made a faint static noise…
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