I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 528 - 528 527. I entered the loop _1

Chapter 528: 527. I entered the loop _1 Chapter 528: 527. I entered the loop _1 Silent Media’s layout was different from other companies.

In a normal company, you’d walk past the reception to the timeclock, then the employees’ desks, and further inside would be the boss’s office, which was sure to have an expansive view and a desk large enough to hide at least one secretary.

Then, the walls would definitely be adorned with many corporate culture promotional posters, photos of excellent employees, and various awards they had won—it all looked very imposing and competitively intense.

But in He Jiaoyang’s view, this office was excessively ordinary.

Apart from the normal workstations, there wasn’t any imposing office, only a nicely decorated screening room.

Do their bosses just sit at ordinary desks?

He Jiaoyang glanced around, and the employees were all engrossed in a variety of editing or post-production software that He Jiaoyang didn’t recognize on their computers, paying him no mind. He couldn’t find Director Lu Ban either, and had no idea where the director had gone.

However, He Jiaoyang noticed that there seemed to be a trail of footprints on the ground.

These footprints looked like those of some small animal, stretching further inside.

“Do the people here keep a cat?”

He Jiaoyang squatted down and examined the footprints. The cat must have stepped in coal ash or something, making it rather dirty.

“What’s up? The screening room is over there, and so is the machinery.”

An employee glanced at He Jiaoyang and asked curiously.

“Nothing, it just seems that the cat you guys keep is quite free roaming.”

He Jiaoyang stood up and smiled.

“We don’t keep a cat here.”

The employee looked at He Jiaoyang skeptically and replied.

He Jiaoyang’s heart suddenly shuddered.

When he looked more closely at those footprints again, he realized they weren’t caused by coal ash but were made up of layers of thick black mist!

In other words, these were left by a ghost!

Thump, thump, thump—

His heartbeat quickened, and he looked again at the employees.

The employees were all immersed in their work, appearing relatively clean, not like the woman at the reception whose sins were deep.

These people were still in the dark; he needed to warn them.

“Cough, cough, there might be some situation here, maybe pollution or something, you guys should consider leaving work early.”

He Jiaoyang cautioned.

“It’s fine, all the formaldehyde has been cleared out. We even had someone from a testing company come over, there’s no problem.”

The employee looked at He Jiaoyang and pointed towards the screening room.

“The screening room is over there, fix it quickly. If you have any questions, you can ask me, or should I take you there to have a look?”

He stood up.

He Jiaoyang, having no choice, followed behind the man towards the deepest part of the office, the screening room.

“My name is Bai Qiquan, you can ask me about anything. The projector in our screening room broke yesterday during the day—it was just the light coming on and no image. I checked the bulb and it was fine, so I don’t know what’s wrong.”

The employee was quite talkative, chatting away as they walked.

He Jiaoyang noticed that among their workstations, one computer was engulfed by an especially dense black mist, surpassing even the ghostly aura of the king ghost at the front desk, so he tentatively asked.

“Is that Director Lu Ban’s spot?”

“Yeah, you’ve got good eyes. That is Director Lu’s seat, but he’s not here most of the time.”

Bai Qiquan answered, pushing open the large door to the screening room.

The company’s screening room was equipped with cinema-like technology, meaning that the images displayed there had the same effects and texture as what audiences would see in a movie theater.

Some might wonder if there’s really a difference between watching a movie on a computer screen and in a cinema?

The answer is affirmative.

Different monitors have color variances, and the same color can appear differently on monitors of various brands and price ranges. Sometimes, designers will even specifically purchase monitors of different brands to check the final effect. The screens in movie theaters are even more distinct—in a completely dark environment, only with sufficient illumination can the image be presented, along with high resolution, a display that ordinary monitors simply cannot replicate.

For instance, some movies, to save on budget, will use cheap special effects and set most scenes at night. In theaters, they still look passable due to the high illumination, but on computers with subpar screens, they turn into a blurry mess.

He Jiaoyang was definitely clueless about repairing projectors.

He looked at the employees in Lu Ban’s company and felt they looked proper, not like people who would do bad things. He Jiaoyang put down his suitcase, pretentiously examined the projector, and while looking, he asked.

“You guys must interact with actors often, it must be quite hard, isn’t it?”

“Not really, we only handle post-production editing and composition here. Director Lu’s filmmaking has nothing to do with our work.”

Bai Qiquan answered. He also didn’t understand what the repairman was fixing, but it looked quite professional anyway.

“Nothing to do with it? You don’t go to the shooting set?”

Upon hearing Bai Qiquan’s response, He Jiaoyang felt more and more that this might just be a ghost company set up by Lu Ban.

Lu Ban was using ghosts to film movies, then handing the footage over to these employees for editing, and ultimately making money from it, and that ghost king at the reception was overseeing them!

Maybe they even replace the staff after a while!

“No, we don’t have that kind of privilege.”

Seeing that this repairman had been chatty for so long without even opening up the machine to have a look, Bai Qiquan asked.

“Do you need any tools, Master? Should I get them for you?”

He glanced at He Jiaoyang’s toolbox.

“No need, no need.”

He Jiaoyang immediately took his toolbox back. If this young man saw that all he had in his box were crosses and peach wood swords, he’d surely be kicked out on the spot, and might even be captured and refined by Lu Ban.

He thought that he had no ability to fix the machine anyway, and taking a look, he noticed signs of ghost interference in Lu Ban’s place. It was better to make a quick escape without anyone noticing.

At that moment, He Jiaoyang suddenly saw a girl in white standing in front of the cinema screen.

The girl’s face was pale, and she wore a white robe resembling Han clothing. Her dense black hair and eyes without any whites—just pure darkness—were haunting.

Thump—

He Jiaoyang’s heart tightened. He didn’t foolishly ask Bai Qiquan if he had seen the girl because He Jiaoyang could tell at first glance, this thing wasn’t human!

It was his first time encountering a real ghost!

In the blink of an eye, the girl had moved next to the projector. He Jiaoyang’s forehead broke out in cold sweat. He swallowed hard and found the girl just staring straight at him, as if waiting for something.

He Jiaoyang’s body stiffened, and he glanced at the nonchalant Bai Qiquan.

“This, this might need to be, be returned to the factory for repair. I, I’ll go ask, ask the factory people.”

He Jiaoyang’s voice began to tremble. He silently stepped back a few paces and picked up his toolbox.

Then, as if fleeing, he left the projection hall. Turning his head back, he saw Bai Qiquan following him out, along with that girl ghost tilting her head beside him.

Only after walking out of the building and into the sunlight did He Jiaoyang finally catch his breath.

At Silent Media, Qin Tiantian who was playing a game glanced up and saw a man in a blue work uniform standing at the front desk.

“Hello, I’ve come to fix the projector,” said the man.

“Oh, to fix the projector? Please register here, and the projection hall is straight ahead.”

Qin Tiantian pointed to the electronic registration pad next to him.

After the man registered and Qin Tiantian had played a game a bit longer, he suddenly jerked his head up.

“Didn’t a similar conversation happen already once before?”

“Am I stuck in a loop?”