The terrifying heavens inside the box

As night falls, the city's main streets remain brightly lit.

As soon as several police cars arrived at the police headquarters, they were bombarded with a barrage of flashing lights.

The car door opened, and a figure with a black hood over his head and his hands cuffed was being escorted out of the car by two police officers.

The surrounding crowd instantly stirred, handing out microphones, eager to dig out tomorrow's headlines.

The whole scene was in complete chaos, and no one could hear what anyone was saying.

The police headquarters had to deploy more officers to block media reporters who wanted to get close to the site.

It wasn't until the hooded suspect was escorted into the police headquarters and Section Chief Suzuki, who was in charge of the arrest operation, got out of the car that the microphones around him turned around and were swarmed towards him again.

Outside the crowd, a cameraman steadied his lens, focusing on his own reporter who was rapidly repeating the situation, preparing to rush into the crowd:

"Recently, there have been a series of bizarre disappearances and unexplained deaths, including several parliamentary members, ministerial subordinates, and senior business figures who have gone missing without a trace. None of the bodies found showed any external injuries, and the police have yet to determine the cause of death, leaving the case at a standstill."

"To this day, the police have traced the suspect through a large amount of surveillance footage along the route, and have now arrested him and transferred him to the Police Headquarters for interrogation. The specific motive for the crime is still unknown."

"Next, we will interview Section Chief Suzuki, who was in charge of this arrest operation, to get more information from him."

After speaking, the reporter and photographer immediately rushed into the crowd, squeezed their way to the interviewee, and handed over the microphone just like everyone else.

"Section Chief Suzuki, were these series of disappearances the work of the same person?"

"With multiple celebrities falling from grace, how did the suspect manage to do it? What was their motive?"

"Is the only evidence the police currently have—surveillance footage along the route? Is that enough to secure a conviction?"

Have the missing persons been found? Are they still alive?

But Suzuki remained silent, completely ignoring the existence of these uncrowned kings.

Normally, he might have been more interested in interacting with these people, putting on a show, and building his reputation.

But this time...

Inside the Police Headquarters building, in the interrogation room.

"Tanakayama! Tell me honestly! Where are those missing people now?!"

Inside the police headquarters' investigation room, the incandescent lights were turned on.

After Suzuki sat down, he stared at the handcuffed man opposite him.

Tanaka Yamashita glanced at the handcuffs, then slowly raised his head. He had dark circles under his eyes and deep-set eyes, but there was no sign of sleepiness on his face. Instead, he showed a manic smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Thump!"

Suzuki clenched his fist and slammed it heavily on the table. He then stood up abruptly and grabbed the suspect by the collar with both hands.

"If it wasn't you! Why were you there before those people disappeared? And why did you wait until they left before leaving?!"

At this moment, the door to the interrogation room opened.

A criminal investigator walked in, bowed directly to his superior, and handed him the document.

Suzuki took the document and tossed it onto the table in front of Tanaka Yama.

Even if you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about your family.

At the very top of the document was a stack of photos.

The people in the photo are his parents.

Seeing Tanaka Yamagami staring at the photo in silence, Suzuki thought this silent threat had worked and immediately pressed his advantage.

"You know those who have gone missing, their identities are not simple. If things really develop, no one can guarantee what will happen."

"Think about it, Tanaka. Tell us where the missing person is. Also, who is your accomplice, or rather... who is directing you to do this?"

Upon hearing this, Tanaka Yamagami slowly raised his head.

Suzuki looked at that expressionless face and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Hahahaha..."

"You think I'm worried about them?!"

Tanaka was laughing wildly on the mountain when suddenly his face twitched and twisted, revealing an expression full of hatred:

"I hate them! They made me a sinful person from birth!"

After saying that, his face returned to calm:

"And do you think they'll still be alive after I die?"

Suzuki's eyes widened: "What do you mean? Are you saying someone's planning to silence us?!"

Tanaka Yamagami scoffed, "If that's what you think, then keep thinking that way. Anyway, my atonement is over now, and I'm ready."

Suzuki's brows were furrowed deeply.

"Ready? Who exactly are you, a spy?"

Seeing his genuine curiosity, Tanaka Yamagami sighed, "If you really want to know, then I'll tell you."

"Those sinful people deserve to die."

"Let's pray you weren't born with sin, otherwise..."

"She has already come looking for me."

Upon hearing this, Suzuki quickly grasped the key point: "Who is she? Tanaka!"

But at this moment, Tanaka Yamagami remained silent, his head bowed, looking under the table.

"Tanakayama? Tanaka..."

"Shu... Section Chief Suzuki!"

Hearing the terrified scream from the detective beside him, pointing under the table, Suzuki immediately bent down to look.

Instantly, he was so frightened that he fell off the chair and onto the ground, kicking his feet forward and backing away.

From the darkness, a face covered in makeup emerged from the floor beneath the table, along with two pink long sleeves that were wrapped around Tanaka Yamagami's trousers, gradually rising upwards...

Until he was completely wrapped up, like a rice dumpling.

The next second, amidst the cracking sounds of bones squeezing, blood gradually stained the long sleeves.

Until everything sank into darkness.

Suzuki and the detective beside him were so frightened that they could barely move.

They can never forget the sight of those eyes, filled with blood and tears, looking at them one last time.

Until the door to the interrogation room was opened again.

"Hey! Suzuki, have you gotten anything out of this place? Something's happened at the shrine! What are you doing? Where's the suspect?!"

Suzuki steadied himself, and instead of answering, asked:

"What happened?"

The other person glanced suspiciously at the empty seat behind the table, where the suspect should have been sitting, and instinctively replied:

"A minister, wanting to stabilize public opinion, went to the shrine area to make appearances and appease the people."

"But just now, I heard gunshots and screams coming from the shrine. All the security forces in the area have rushed there, but so far no one has come out alive..."

Suzuki finally managed to stand up through sheer willpower: "I understand, but that person is most likely already..."

"After all, we're not dealing with people..."

……

Wang Hao frowned when he saw the ghostly figure wreaking havoc inside the box.

Find a piece of toilet paper and a stone, wrap them tightly with a thin string, and then light them.

A precise throw into the box.

"It's better to let God send down fire to clean up this kind of filth."