The terrifying heavens inside the box

But the problem is... there don't seem to be any ghosts in this world?

Wang Hao stared at the box, recalling the plot of "Zombie".

The most memorable part is the ending.

All of this was just a dying hallucination that Chin Siu-ho experienced after he hanged himself.

Before the box was even thought of, it was impossible to recreate Freddy's behavior in the dream in "A Nightmare on Elm Street". It was only after accumulating enough fear that the dream could overflow into reality.

Wouldn't that mean we'd just be staring at the box and watching someone hang themselves?

and many more!

"Freddy, dreams, near-death hallucinations..."

Wang Hao's eyes lit up, and he looked at Qian Xiaohao in the box.

"Why rush to die? The glory days of zombie movies are over, but the ones in the box might just be the beginning."

With a thought, the scene inside the box instantly switched back to the world of A Nightmare on Elm Street...

……

in the hospital.

Sheriff Thompson, who has passed the critical period, is still lying in his hospital bed and has not yet woken up.

The family members who were nearby came to visit early in the morning.

Nancy looked down at Maggie, who was carefully wiping her father's, or rather, her ex-husband's, face.

Her mother, who used to be a heavy drinker, has even given up alcohol.

Everything is moving in a positive direction, but Nancy can always sense a subtle, unseen gaze upon her.

This made her wonder if Freddy had really been eliminated.

Although I haven't dreamed of that figure wearing knife-claw gloves and a red and green sweater during this time.

But Nancy still carried that mirror with her.

Now at school, she occasionally looks for books and materials about psychology, sleep disorders, and collective nightmares.

The scene of those children from Elm Street, whose dreams turned into reality and who defeated nightmares with beautiful dreams, is still vivid in Nancy's mind...

At that moment, a strange laugh echoed from the depths of the dream.

Freddy, wearing a tattered hat, knives and claw gloves, and a red and green sweater.

He was looking up, as if he could see Nancy outside through this dream.

"Don't worry, we'll see each other again soon! Nancy..."

"No! Freddy, you can't lay a hand on her!"

Freddy rubbed his knife claws together, turned his head, and looked at Sheriff Thompson, who was imprisoned in a cage and was frantically roaring while gripping the bars.

"Shh!"

Freddy raised a knife-like claw. "Be quiet, or I won't mind..."

Just as he was about to make a threat, a whispered voice sounded in his mind.

Freddy closed his eyes, his burned face displaying an expression of ecstasy, madness, and savagery:

"Oh, great being, you are calling me; a new revelation of fear is about to begin..."

"Thompson, you're free!"

With a "thud," the sharp claws pierced Sheriff Thompson's chest.

"what!"

The screams pierced through both worlds.

Maggie frantically called for a doctor, while Nancy stared wide-eyed at her screaming father, and Sheriff Thompson woke up.

But more importantly, there were four bloodstained "marks" on the other person's chest.

"Freddy!"

But what she didn't know was that Freddy had suddenly appeared in the deserted wilderness not far from the hospital.

A beam of white light descended and sucked him away.

Outside the box, Wang Hao looked at the miniature Freddy in his palm, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Although we successfully gave this guy the concept of "actor" before, his true nature remains unchanged.

In their own "script," there was only the option of imprisoning or releasing Thompson; there was no mention of directly stabbing him.

"Never mind, as long as no one dies, it's fine."

He shook his head, glanced at Sheriff Thompson being treated by the doctor, and then switched the scene in the box back to the other side...

What they saw was a figure struggling desperately, hanging from a fan in the zombie world.

"Holy crap! So fast?!"

Wang Hao quickly put Freddy inside and, acting as the "director," directed the "actor" Freddy to use his ability to cause trouble in dreams to enter Qian Xiaohao's near-death hallucination...

……

In the old public housing, room 2442.

The taut rope, which was hanging heavily from the fan, suddenly snapped.

"Thump!"

Qian Xiaohao fell heavily to the ground, with a bruise on his neck and the broken rope still hanging from it.

He lay on the ground, clutching his neck, gagging and coughing incessantly.

"Ugh, cough cough..."

"Bang bang bang!" A knocking sound came from the door.

"Hey, big star, what's wrong? Need help? Hey, hey? Hey... could it be...?"

Just as Qian Xiaohao was about to reply, the door to the room was suddenly kicked open.

The other person barged in, pushed up their glasses, and immediately saw the situation inside the room.

A wobbly electric fan, a half-stranded rope, and a figure crawling below...

"Oh my! Why are you so narrow-minded! You were a celebrity, at least have some self-respect!"

"Cough cough... Ah-you?" Qian Xiaohao raised his head, his eyes still seeming somewhat incredulous.

"Huh? You know my name? Did Uncle Yan tell you?"

Out of curiosity, Ah-hao helped Qian Xiaohao up.

"Luckily, I live downstairs. I heard all those creaking noises coming from upstairs. If the rope hadn't snapped, I probably would have only been able to collect your corpse by the time I got here..."

Qian Xiaohao covered his forehead, listening to Ayou's rambling, and looked out at the door that had been kicked open, where he saw the figures of his neighbors.

In particular, he still vividly remembered several of them, even though it was only the second time he had met them.

"Alright, alright, everyone, you can all leave now."

After helping Qian Xiaohao persuade the neighbors who had gathered outside to watch the commotion to leave, Ah You turned back to look at the forlorn figure and sighed.

"The door is broken. Looking at this place, it's not suitable for you to stay alone tonight. Why don't you come to my place for the night? I'll clean this place up properly tomorrow. Get well soon."

As soon as Ah You stepped out of the house, Qian Xiaohao took off the rope, touched his neck, and was about to catch his breath when the other person suddenly jumped out again, popped his head out, and said:

"You absolutely have to come later! I've already cooked the food!"

Seeing that he nodded, Ayou left with peace of mind.

Qian Xiaohao stayed alone in the empty room, the bizarre and fantastical images still lingering in his mind.

In a daze, the sky outside the window was already approaching dusk...

He arrived at Ayou's house downstairs as promised, his gaze sweeping over the room as if confirming something.

"Don't look, I don't have anything good at home."

Ah-you brought the dishes to the table, and only two or three people could squeeze in behind the small round table.

"Would you like some?"

Seeing that the other party had taken out an empty glass and some wine, Qian Xiaohao hesitated for a moment before nodding.

The two chatted and drank while eating snacks to accompany their drinks.

"So, what made you so desperate that you wanted to commit suicide?"

"Even if zombie movies don't work out, you can still act in other kinds. I think action movies would suit you perfectly!"

Hearing Ah You's complaints, Qian Xiaohao smiled helplessly.

My situation involves more than just career setbacks.

"Ugh!"

"Alright, stop sighing. Look at me, do I have the potential to be a star?"

Seeing him sigh, Ah You took the initiative to change the subject. Qian Xiaohao turned his head and looked at him carefully, then subconsciously shook his head.

"That's right, so someone like me can only work as a fried rice server now."

"At least you were a star, a leading actor, while I've never been anything like that in my entire life..."

One glass after another, perhaps due to the effects of the alcohol, Ah You began to complain about his failed life and the annoying food stall owner.

Chin Siu-ho, on the other hand, just kept drinking and listening.

The two drank until they were both quite drunk. Ah You couldn't hold on any longer and slumped onto the table, waving her hand at him: "I can't go on anymore. Have a good dream tonight."

"Was it really just a dream?" Qian Xiaohao's head was spinning as he recalled the images in his mind, his eyelids growing heavier and heavier...

"jingle!"

Suddenly, a clear bell rang, making him open his eyes abruptly.