The terrifying heavens inside the box

Wang Hao looked into the box and saw Saeki Toshio and the guy named Suzuki being taken to an ambulance that had been waiting for a long time for treatment.

His gaze then turned to the SAT members who had been turned away from the Ghost Theater.

These little figures are trying to break down doors and windows, and even demolish walls.

Previously convenient door-breaking tools now seem like counterfeit or substandard products.

It was used on that house, and it was smashed to pieces, but it still didn't work at all.

This drove this bunch of scoundrels crazy.

"Tsk tsk, they've even used C4 explosives."

Wang Hao continued watching the show, still completely unconcerned.

The newly revamped Ghost Playhouse is quite different from the previously fragile Cursed House.

Although some of the materials in the former are derived from the latter.

However, the actual building area of ​​the Ghost Theater is still much larger than that of the Grudge House.

Therefore, he had to use some of the materials he usually used to make miniature models to successfully build the opera house.

How could I let the little people in the box easily destroy what I had worked so hard to make?

"Bang!"

The explosives installed on the door and wall instantly lit up with flames and thick smoke.

Just as the little people excitedly crowded around, ready to rush into the theater to provide support, they were all dumbfounded.

The blast site only produced a large patch of charred black, and the charred black slowly disappeared the next moment, as if nothing had ever left a trace on it.

Wang Hao smiled and muttered, "This is the Ghost Theater, unlike ordinary buildings like the Ju-on House. It's 'alive,' so using resentment is a piece of cake."

The SAT figures inside the box, faced with such an unusual and supernatural situation, were at a loss and could only send someone to report the news.

When the news reached the temporary command tent, everyone realized how serious the problem was.

Just then, a little person ran into the tent and told them some good news.

Suzuki woke up.

Inside the temporary command tent, a group of tiny figures chattered as they approached the ambulance, surrounding the only two survivors who had just regained consciousness.

But after Suzuki described what happened inside, none of the little figures could speak again.

At this point, no one believed it was a lie anymore.

Earlier, when they heard the various screams, cries for help, and strange singing voices of the SAT Second Team members in the temporary command tent, they had already vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

However, the breaching operation was not progressing smoothly. They planned to use a helicopter to rappel down from the second-floor roof to make a breakthrough, but it had only just taken off and would take some time.

But after hearing Suzuki's explanation, they were at a loss and felt there was no need to send helicopters to rappel down and kill them.

According to that logic, it wouldn't matter who goes in now.

Unless you're made of an impenetrable metal can, you might have a chance to rush in and come out alive.

"Suzuki, you said you saw the bodies of the missing persons in the room where you jumped from the second floor. Were they all the missing persons? Do you know who I'm talking about? Didn't any of them survive?"

Despite his unfriendly attitude towards his superior's inquiry, Suzuki still shook his head truthfully.

"In that case, we'll probably have to change our goals."

As soon as the person in charge at the scene spoke, everyone understood that this was probably a matter of exchanging human lives for corpses.

Only the captain of the SAT team looked extremely unwell.

A few minutes later, the headquarters' helicopter arrived at the scene.

The two remaining teams in the SAT still have no idea what fate awaits them.

"One team... three teams boarded the plane, and one team was downstairs to receive the body."

The captain of SAT issued the order with a cold expression.

But to their surprise, the subsequent operation went remarkably smoothly.

This building, which even C4 explosives couldn't completely break through, still retains the window that Suzuki smashed.

A dozen or so team members took turns sliding down ropes from the helicopter and entered the building.

The people in the temporary command tent were all excited and cheering with relief.

Unfortunately, bad news soon arrived.

"No bodies were found here..."

"Wait, someone's here? Ah!"

"Yamamoto is dead! Open fire!"

"withdraw!"

"Where are the windows?"

"We can't find a window!"

"Please allow... Ah!"

Listening to the panic and screams coming from the communication channel, as well as the eerie singing that could be heard faintly.

The little figures in the temporary command tent turned pale instantly.

"It seems this is a trap."

SAT's captain said something quietly, and everyone's eyes turned to Suzuki, who had come with him.

"I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, you can ask the child."

Suzuki replied coldly.

The people present exchanged glances but said nothing.

"The current situation is beyond our expectations."

"With the gun countermeasures and SAT suffering consecutive losses, the situation is no longer under our control."

When the minister, who was in charge on site, said this, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

But the SAT captain slammed his fist on the table and roared:

"No way! Wouldn't that mean my men would have died in there for nothing?!"

"I will destroy this den of demons!"

"Since we don't have enough explosives, I'll double it, ten times it, until I blow this hellhole up!"

After saying that, the SAT captain turned and left the tent without waiting for anyone else to reply.

"Wow! What a boastful tone, trying to blow up my work."

Wang Hao couldn't help but laugh in exasperation, then got up and left.

When they returned, they saw that the group from SAT had explosives in the box and were preparing to blow up the Ghost Theater.

He then inserted the item he had just retrieved into the socket, gripped the handle, and stood up.

Wang Hao took a household hair dryer, adjusted it to the cold setting, turned it to the highest setting, and blew air from the top of the box downwards.

For a moment, dust filled the area around the Ghost Opera House, blowing the tiny rice-grain figures around them, making it impossible for them to get close.

One of the figures, for some unknown reason, suddenly rushed outside the theater and exploded, splattering everywhere.

Wang Hao was completely dumbfounded.

Hair dryers can do this?

After the wind stopped and the smoke and dust slowly settled, he realized that the person who had just been blown up was none other than the captain of the SAT.

After the other SAT characters talked with the people in the temporary command tent, they learned that this guy was so eager for revenge that he deliberately made everyone set the timer to be very short in order to prevent being stopped.

A strange gust of wind swept in, and their captain, unwilling to give up, forcibly activated the explosives, intending to throw them inside...

After hearing this reason, Wang Hao, who was outside the box, was speechless.

But he didn't expect that this incident would instead ignite the passion of a group of tiny people in the temporary command tent.

Someone even suggested burning the building down.

Watching those little figures being doused with gasoline in the Ghost Theater and its surroundings.

Wang Hao was speechless. He picked up the spray bottle he usually used to clean miniature models, shook it, and found that it was still full of water.

He continued pressing down from the outside of the box, aiming at the bottom.

Suddenly, a mist of water fell from the sky.

Extinguish the tiny flame that has just begun to ignite.

The little figures inside the box were bewildered and looked up at the sky.

"Why is it raining now?"

"Something's not right! Look, it's only raining on our side!"

"No, it's only that house and the area around it that are experiencing rain."

"It's as if the heavens deliberately extinguished the fire we lit."

At this point, everyone who was taking shelter from the rain in the makeshift command tent immediately fell silent.

Seeing that the little kids had stopped making a fuss, Wang Hao put away the spray bottle and stopped wasting water.

However, he was still a little worried.

Although he had the idea of ​​restoring the resentment in the Ghost Opera House, Wang Hao had no idea what the limit of this restoration was.

Okay, then...

His gaze swept around the studio until he saw something that made his eyes light up.

"You're the one!"

……

Outside the temporary command tent.

By this time, even more people had arrived after hearing the news, including not only nearby residents but also those who were eager to seize the big story.

Upon receiving the news, the police headquarters leadership had no choice but to report the situation. In the end, to expedite the process, they decided to have the military send a unit to completely dispose of the dangerous building.

"Look! What's that?"

Everyone looked up and saw that the sky had suddenly darkened, and a shadow had fallen, enveloping the entire building.

"It's a curse!"

"This was originally that murder house!"

This immediately caused a huge uproar in the crowd.

Some people collapsed to their knees in terror, while others flashed their cameras incessantly. Many more were deathly pale, staring blankly at the sky.

Outside the makeshift command tent, Suzuki, witnessing this scene, muttered to himself, "So this curse has become this powerful?"

Not long after, military personnel arrived.

They have not yet received any specific information.

See the huge, transparent cube that surrounds the building.

The military commander, the colonel, was dumbfounded.

"What is that?"

"It's probably... a barrier formed by a curse?" the minister in temporary command told him helplessly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?!"

The colonel, naturally skeptical, immediately began preparing to fight, only to be stopped by a group of civilians who had been kneeling in worship.

"We live in this area, and this is a cursed barrier! If it's broken, the curse will be released, and we'll be the ones who suffer!"

"Get them out of here!"

Hearing the group's nonsense, the colonel was so angry that he jumped up and down and ordered his soldiers to drive them away.

Faced with gunfire, the group of civilians could only watch with resentment as they were driven away to a distance.