The terrifying heavens inside the box

"Call them 'Japanese pirates'!"

"A wolf in sheep's clothing!"

"They slaughtered my people, their crimes are beyond measure!"

Tanaka covered his ears tightly with both hands, but the sound seemed to drill directly into his brain, and he couldn't block it out no matter what he did.

The previously empty tables and chairs were instantly filled with people.

Tanaka Yamashiro trembled all over, gritted his teeth, and lowered his head, not daring to utter a sound.

Despite their varied facial expressions, those "people" pointed at the stage and chatted and laughed.

But what he saw were pairs of dark, hollow eyes on those faces.

Just when Tanaka was on the mountain, he thought that as long as he pretended to be an ostrich and couldn't see, everything would be fine.

The sounds on stage abruptly stopped.

A pair of cloth shoes suddenly appeared in front of him. He looked up abruptly and realized that everyone at the surrounding tables had gathered around him and were slowly extending their hands.

"No! Don't come any closer!"

Tanaka shouted fiercely from the mountain, but then he heard a strange voice.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"That's right, kick him out, don't disturb our show."

Upon hearing human speech, he suddenly opened his eyes.

He noticed that the red table, red lanterns, and other decorations around him remained unchanged, but now people were sitting there.

And they were chatting and laughing, pointing and commenting on him.

The rest of the people were either cracking sunflower seeds, sipping tea, or eating snacks.

Just as Tanaka Yamaue was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the door behind him was kicked open, and a group of soldiers in saffron-colored uniforms rushed in.

He felt a jolt in his heart, and subconsciously touched his aching abdomen and eye sockets, wanting to run away.

But it was still too late.

With a "bang," a gunshot rang out, and a body with a hole in its forehead, its eyes wide open in death, lay beside it.

Gunshots, screams, and pleas for mercy echoed throughout the room.

Two, three...

Even when Tanaka was trying to hide among the piles of corpses, he was caught by the soldiers who finished him off.

"I...I'm from an island nation, please don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

To everyone's surprise, the soldiers in the khaki uniforms around them burst into laughter, and an officer-looking man approached, carrying a blood-stained sword.

"Yo-ho, you can speak Japanese, so you must be one of us from Japan."

The other person smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and helped him up.

Just when Tanaka Yamashiro thought he was about to escape, the other party suddenly drew his sword, and his originally amiable expression instantly turned ferocious.

A flash of silver light.

"After you die, we'll take over this place, and you'll be a citizen of this island nation... Hahaha!"

The maniacal laughter instantly overwhelmed Tanaka Yamazaki's last vestiges of consciousness.

He opened his eyes again, his face covered in cold sweat. The red scene around him was still there, but there was no one there.

Only on stage does the singing begin again.

"You're laughing at me."

"Women of the Peking Opera, lowly and with fragile lives..."

"Little did they know that my pent-up resentment could shake the very depths of the underworld!"

Tanaka Yamagami clutched his head, screaming frantically, "No, no! Stop singing!"

"Three feet of silk,"

"The lingering resentment from a past life is endless!"

"Under the nine springs,

Sharpen your blades, for you must vanquish the demonic forces!

It was as if every verse, every line of singing, only elicited a more piercing, more desperate scream from the sole audience member present.

"No! Don't come any closer!"

……

"Under the cold moonlight, the colors are dark and the wind carries a fishy smell."

"Treading through desolate smoke, passing desolate tombs."

"A wisp of a ghost emerged from the tomb."

"Upon seeing our enemy, we must take his life!"

"If you encounter evil, you will surely shatter its bones and destroy its soul!"

"I will not rest until I have avenged myself! My heart will not rest in peace!"

"We will make him pay for his blood debts!"

After experiencing death cycle after death, Tanaka Yamagami finally understood what was happening. He lay on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face, "It wasn't me, I didn't participate in that war..."

"From that day forward, night after night, cries of injustice echoed!"

"The ghosts sing mournful songs, enough to make even the gods weep!"

……

Wang Hao looked into the box at the guy who had been screaming and clutching his head in the theater.

"Tsk tsk, can't even handle this?"

"This is a brand new version of Ju-on. Compared to this grudge, what is Kayako's level?"

"Oh, right, Kayako is no longer around."

"Only ghost theaters and ghost actors."

He was already thinking in this direction when he completely remodeled "Ju-on House" and dismantled all its original materials.

Wang Hao did not change the two core elements of "Ju-on".

The only change was to Kayako.

Her own experiences were tragic, so it's normal for her to harbor strong resentment.

But no matter how tragic it was, it could never compare to the far more horrific era of war.

Therefore, he also inserted a completely new resentment into the new version of "Ghost Theater" to cover up the original Kayako's resentment.

This inspiration came from when Wang Hao was making a hammer and chisel for Kurt.

Since I can influence the contents of the drop box to some extent.

So, resentment should also have an effect, right?

So he boldly gave it a try.

It looks pretty good so far.

As expected, Kayako's image never appeared again.

Instead, there is a ghostly actor who died a victim of national ruin, personal suffering, and injustice.

Wang Hao is now a little curious: where did Saeki Takeo and Saeki Toshio, who were bound to Kayako, go?

Does it disappear immediately after being overwritten?

Or will it turn into something else?

He glanced at the phone, which was still recording, and continued watching...

……

"Hey! Tanaka!"

Tanaka Yamashita raised his head in a daze, only to find that he had somehow arrived at the police station and was looking at his colleague beside him.

"Kondo, what's the matter?"

"What's wrong?" The other person's eyes widened. "We've been trying to reach you on the walkie-talkie for ages and you haven't responded. We were about to head out to look for you."

Tanaka did not answer, but simply took off his walkie-talkie and baton and changed his clothes.

"Hey! Tanaka, what's wrong with you...?"

Kondo wanted to ask more questions, but the other party left the police station without saying a word, leaving him only to curse the impolite guy under his breath.

Tanaka Yamagami can no longer remember how he escaped, but the image of death keeps resurfacing in his mind.

Even now, every time he sees someone pass by on the street, he looks at them as if they were a murderer.

Tanaka clenched his fists.

Back home, he lay in bed, closed his eyes, his mind filled with all sorts of images of death and the throbbing pain in his body.

I can't sleep at all!

Tanaka sat up on the mountain and wiped his forehead, which was covered in sweat.

I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

The sight in the mirror startled him so much that his legs trembled and he almost fell.

It was clearly a woman's face covered in makeup.

Tanaka Yamakami knew he was doomed.

That ghost has come after me.

They still couldn't escape!

"Heh heh... Hahaha! You all deserve to die! You all deserve to die!"

He laughed maniacally, then suddenly stopped, looked in the mirror, and revealed a twisted smile:

"Who really deserves to die...?"

The next day, Tanaka Yamagami did not go to the police station, but instead took a train to a big city.

As he watched people come and go, a strange smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"Recognize your sins..."