The terrifying heavens inside the box

Film Academy, outside the recording studio.

After finishing the post-production and exhibition arrangements for "Sleepless Eternal Town," Wang Hao and Professor Sun chatted for a few more minutes.

As soon as Professor Sun left, Chen Xiaoliang came over and asked, "By the way, boss! I heard that Xue Sheng and his group seem to want the adaptation rights to 'The Ghostly Performer'? Is that true?"

"Oh! You mean that... But they only want the two songs that the Ghostly Performer and Wu Jing sang, I think they're very suitable for the drama academy's big production this year."

Wang Hao turned his head and glanced at him: "Why are you asking this?"

Chen Xiaoliang scratched his head: "Oh, I see?"

"I heard the drama academy wanted the copyright, and I couldn't get through to Xue Sheng on the phone, so I thought they were going to directly edit that ghost actor's short video. If that were the case, I'd even consider joining in the fun and starting a live stream... So I'm just curious!"

"What are you thinking? Is that even possible?" Wang Hao rolled his eyes at him. "After they got the authorization from me, they rushed off to rehearsals. I heard they were in a real hurry, so they didn't have time to answer your calls!"

Chen Xiaoliang chuckled, then gritted his teeth and couldn't help but ask, "Boss, if I want to join...?"

"Have you thought it through?"

Seeing the other party nod, Wang Hao smiled and said, "Then I'll leave the matter of exhibiting and promoting 'Sleepless Eternal Town' to you."

"No... Boss, are you going to become a hands-off boss?" Chen Xiaoliang said with a bitter face.

Wang Hao patted him on the shoulder: "I have other things to do. You can call me if you need anything."

By the time he left the film academy, it was already dark outside.

Wang Hao boarded the high-speed train smoothly before 7 o'clock. With nothing to do, he browsed his phone for a while during the journey.

I'll check the time when I get home.

It's already past ten o'clock.

He went straight to the original studio inside the house, lifted the dust cover on the box, and checked the situation inside.

"Phew! Thank goodness, it's still a cabin in the woods."

Wang Hao breathed a sigh of relief, moved the box onto the worktable, sat down in the chair, and began to ponder whether he should switch to a car with more space.

That way, if I need to go out, I can bring the suitcase with me.

Anyway, the bumps and swaying outside the box won't affect the world inside at all.

The transparent outer layer of this "box," whose exact nature is unknown, directly divides the inside and outside into two worlds with different rules.

But it inexplicably became connected to my own consciousness.

Could it be like the first automatic binding you encounter in a novel?

There's no system to explain this to me.

So far, Wang Hao still only has a vague understanding of many aspects of this box.

But he's too lazy to think about it now.

Looking at the cabin in the woods inside the box, it's still daytime inside.

Kurt, Reiko Asakawa, and Ryuji Takayama are attending a meeting at the AID building in Japan.

On the screen in the conference room, a projector was playing a picture showing the scene where the "Haunted House" had been completely sealed off by AID members and other personnel.

One of them said that they had analyzed the two terrifying beings dressed in Peking Opera costumes and that they would not leave the building unless they deliberately broke in.

As for destroying it... nobody mentioned it at all!

Everyone present at the meeting knew perfectly well that this thing seemed to be closely related to the giant god. If this strange building were destroyed and the god was angered, it would be a catastrophe!

Kurt and others proposed at the meeting that any screens must be prohibited near the lockdown zone to prevent another terrorist entity from escaping.

Wang Hao shook his head, surprised that these guys were so inefficient.

I've already run my own lap and come back, and this side has just finished its investigation, so we're in a rush to have a meeting.

So it's no wonder they don't know that Sadako has evolved into a 2.0 version of the "Oni Idol".

After the meeting, Wang Hao was yawning and just about to go to sleep when he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Holy crap! How did Takeo Saeki and Yoichi Takayama become friends?"

Asahi Kawaii watched a group of people walk out of the conference room and leave with Kurt and Takayama Ryuji, she smiled and patted the two children on the head.

He was genuinely worried, and the ghostly figure immediately sprang out from the shadows.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

"They probably got hit outside the 'haunted house' and then happened to be adopted?"

Wang Hao was so focused on watching the battle between the three ghosts in the "Haunted House" that he overlooked the little man outside.

"Alright, haha! I really can't take it anymore."

After a long day of work, he was overcome with sleepiness and finally couldn't stay awake any longer. He slumped onto his worktable, his eyelids drooping...

The next morning, after waking up, Wang Hao let out a long sigh and habitually looked at the box next to him.

Kurt, Ryuji Takayama, Reiko Asakawa, and the two children were all on an airplane, flying high in the sky.

"Is this a plan to take them on a tour? Or are they just going to add more staff to the Bureau of Dissidents?"

As Wang Hao was pondering this, he heard the voices of the three main characters talking coming from inside the box.

It is said that after the sacrifice failed, the evil god of the underworld wanted to destroy the world, but was stopped by the giant god.

Then the world began to experience "abysses" caused by earthquakes, and the frequency of natural disasters such as volcanic eruptions, tsunamis, storms, and thunderstorms increased.

"Looks like this evil god is something else; he's even pulling the 2012 stunt now."

He had just begun to mutter this when he suddenly noticed that Kurt, on the private jet, had received a phone call, his expression immediately changed, and he turned on the large-screen TV to watch the news.

"A fog suddenly appeared over Hong Kong Island..."

Wang Hao's expression also changed.

"Hong Kong Island? A cabin in the woods? That couldn't be...?"

Before he could finish speaking, the scene inside the box began to flicker.

"Phew! It's really coming! I wonder if it'll be Uncle Nine? Or someone else?"

Wang Hao sat behind the worktable, staring intently at the box, his excitement growing more and more apparent.

A moment later, a mist suddenly appeared inside the box, but unlike before, it never covered the entire box at once.

This time, however, the fog only covered a small area.

With a single thought, Wang Hao blurred the mist inside the box.

"Huh? Not a single monster?"

Seeing that there were no monsters, his attention turned to the building that had been shrouded in mist.

"Why does this look so familiar?"

Wang Hao first blurred the exterior outline of the entire building, then zoomed in on the scene inside the box, focusing his gaze directly on a small room in the very center of the building.

Looking at the figure in that narrow, dilapidated space, taking out two sets of costumes from a suitcase on the ground and hanging them on the wall, and that familiar face wearing sunglasses.

Wang Hao was shocked!

"Holy crap! Chin Siu-ho! Isn't this...that scene?"

Zombies!

This world is known as the swan song of zombie movies, although he believes it truly deserves the title.

But the problem is...