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Chapter 161: The Dwarf and the Lobster-Handed Man

“Here, Creator, you will witness the most spectacular circus performance the world has ever seen…”

Leaning on a cane and limping slightly, the circus ringmaster walked beside Allen.

In an almost exuberant tone, the ringmaster boasted, “Our circus showcases a variety of unimaginable acts, but what we are most famous for is our renowned freak show. These performers are individuals I personally recruited, and each one is a star attraction in their own right. I treat them like family. Of course, only the circus would accept people like them—this is their only home, and no one is allowed to leave this ‘home’ without my consent…”

As he spoke the word "home," a sinister glint flashed across the ringmaster’s plump face beneath his top hat.

However, the next moment, he seemed to realize who he was addressing—the great Creator, the true architect of the circus.

Hurriedly, he plastered on a smile, baring his sharp teeth in an ingratiating manner as he said to Allen, “Naturally, this rule applies only to the members of the circus. The Creator is always welcome to visit the circus and watch our performances at any time, with no restrictions whatsoever.”

Despite the ringmaster’s obsequious attitude, Allen didn’t lower his guard.

After all, as the scriptwriter, he knew the ringmaster’s character wasn’t genuinely as affable as he appeared. In fact, this friendliness existed solely in Allen’s presence.

“Ringmaster!”

As the ringmaster was guiding Allen through the circus, a sharp voice called out.

A small figure darted toward them.

When the figure came to a halt, Allen immediately recognized the dwarf he had seen earlier.

However, the dwarf was now dressed in a new outfit—a miniature military uniform, complete with a luxurious sword at his belt and a short flintlock pistol in hand, nearly as large as his head. The outfit bore a striking resemblance to Napoleon in the famous painting Napoleon Crossing the Alps, a comedic imitation clearly designed to capitalize on Napoleon's stature and the dwarf’s size.

“What is it, General Thumb?”

“I believe I told all of you not to disturb me unless it’s something important. Or has my authority lost its weight in the circus?”

The ringmaster stopped in his tracks and looked down at the dwarf’s diminutive figure. His sharp-toothed grin widened menacingly as he spoke in a chilling tone.

“The performance is ready, Ringmaster,” the dwarf replied, his face pale with fear.

Hearing this, the ringmaster’s expression softened slightly. He turned to Allen with a deferential smile and said, “It seems the show is about to begin. Would the Creator do us the honor of watching our circus performance?”

Shifting his gaze from the plump ringmaster to the trembling dwarf, Allen nodded and accepted the invitation.

If he remembered correctly, the *Circus Ticket* was specifically meant for watching what was claimed to be “the world’s best circus performance.”

“This is truly exciting! The great Creator has agreed to watch our circus performance!”

The ringmaster’s face lit up with enthusiasm. His grin stretched wide, almost reaching his ears, causing the two ends of his mustache to curl upwards.

“Go and prepare immediately!” he barked at the dwarf. “Tell everyone to bring out their best acts. If anyone’s performance isn’t up to par, they’ll have me to answer to!”

The dwarf’s face turned even paler at the threat. Without another word, he scurried off at an astonishing speed, disappearing from Allen’s sight.

“Well then, let us head to the circus tent to watch the show, great Creator.”

The ringmaster watched the dwarf leave with a dark expression before quickly turning back to Allen, his face once again full of feigned warmth. He bowed slightly, his rotund body almost forming a sphere, and led Allen toward the tent’s entrance.

“Please show your ticket.”

At the entrance to the circus tent stood a man dressed in flamboyant yet peculiar attire. His face bore a sullen expression as he manned the ticket booth.

Noticing someone approaching, he spoke without even looking up.

“You don’t seem very satisfied with your job as the ticket-taker, do you?”

The ringmaster’s expression darkened upon seeing the man’s lazy demeanor. Feeling that his dignity had been undermined in front of the Creator, he adjusted his top hat and spoke in an icy tone.

“Ringmaster?!”

Hearing the voice, the man looked up in surprise. When he saw the rotund figure of the ringmaster, he quickly raised his hands in a gesture of submission and stammered, “N-no, Ringmaster! I’m not dissatisfied with my job. I just got a little distracted! Please don’t reassign me…”

Standing behind the ringmaster, Allen noticed something peculiar about the man at the ticket booth.

Though his face appeared normal, his hands were deformed, resembling lobster claws. His thumb and index finger were fused together on one side, while the other fingers were connected on the opposite side, giving him a bizarrely grotesque appearance.

“Hmph, consider yourself lucky. I don’t have time to deal with you right now.”

The ringmaster snorted coldly, glaring at the lobster-handed man. With the show about to start, he didn’t want to waste time and risk delaying Allen’s experience.

After casting one last threatening look at the man, the ringmaster turned back to Allen with an apologetic smile and continued leading him into the tent.

“Don’t we need to show the ticket?” Allen asked, glancing at the ticket he had already taken out. He looked back at the shaken lobster-handed man and directed his question to the ringmaster.

“For ordinary guests, the rules must be followed,” the ringmaster explained, “but for you, Creator, all rules are waived. Your presence alone is the highest honor for the circus. I wouldn’t dare let a trivial regulation interfere with your enjoyment of the performance.”

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Chapter 162: The Circus Performance

Amid the obsequious flattery of the circus ringmaster...

The two stepped into the circus tent. The first thing that caught Allen's eye was the massive performance stage at the center of the tent, surrounded by rows upon rows of densely packed spectator seats.

However, at the moment, Allen was the only person in attendance.

It was evident that this was a circus performance arranged exclusively for him.

"Great Creator, let me arrange a seat closer to the stage, so you can enjoy the performance up close," the ringmaster said, his eyes sharp and sinister beneath the brim of his top hat. He quickly turned toward Allen and, with a smile, offered the suggestion.

The admission rules printed on the back of the Traveling Circus Ticket clearly stated: "Admission by ticket only. One person per ticket. Please sit in your designated seat."

Yet, as the ringmaster had mentioned earlier, these rules didn’t apply to Allen.

With the ringmaster enthusiastically guiding him, Allen took a seat near the stage.

The ringmaster then stood up, grabbing the whip from his belt. Flashing an apologetic smile, he reminded Allen to cover his ears.

Snap!

The moment he turned, the ringmaster’s cheerful expression vanished. With a sharp crack of the whip echoing through the air, he declared in a commanding voice, "Let the performance begin!"

As his words fell, cheerful music began to play. Allen uncovered his ears and looked toward the source of the music. There, he saw a clown in comical attire, complete with a red nose, seated at a piano. The clown played an upbeat tune, juggling multiple instruments—a large accordion nestled in his arms, a harmonica hanging around his neck, and a drum setup operated by his feet—all creating a lively opening number.

Amid the upbeat music, several figures covered in feathers waddled onto the stage. Balancing on rolling balls, they performed a series of humorous stunts. Yet, their stiff movements and the fear evident in their eyes behind the feathered disguises gave the performance a rough, forced quality, like ducks being herded onto a platform.

Watching the performers, Allen raised an eyebrow, clearly recognizing their identities.

"These fellows are new recruits to the circus and aren’t quite used to performing yet..."

Though the ringmaster also watched the performance, his attention was mostly fixed on Allen, the Creator. Noticing the change in Allen’s expression, he quickly offered an explanation, promising, "If the Great Creator is dissatisfied, I can have these amateurs perform more daring acts to ensure the show ends on a perfect note."

"No need. I think this is fine," Allen replied.

Without a doubt, had Allen nodded in agreement, the ringmaster would have pushed the unlucky BSI agents to continue performing, likely leading to a hellish scene.

Understanding the character of the ringmaster, Allen declined the offer and redirected the conversation to the upcoming acts.

"You all should thank the Creator for His mercy," the ringmaster announced.

Upon hearing Allen’s response, the ringmaster nodded repeatedly, straightened his round belly, and signaled the clown to play the exit music. The clown, flustered, hastily transitioned to a new tune.

Relieved, the BSI agents wobbled offstage on their rolling balls, expressions of sheer relief on their faces.

Throughout the performance, none of them had dared to glance toward Allen or the ringmaster. Clearly, the ringmaster’s fearsome image had taken deep root in their minds, rendering them too terrified to even look his way.

Watching their hurried retreat, the ringmaster’s eyes gleamed with sinister dissatisfaction, already pondering how to deal with these embarrassments after the show.

Turning back, his face lit up with a bright smile as he said, "Great Creator, that was merely the opening act. The real spectacle begins now..."

As the ringmaster spoke, the performance on stage began to transform.

A bearded, robust woman dressed in a dazzling purple gown led a massive elephant into the tent. Her thick beard blended seamlessly with her hair, and she carried herself with remarkable confidence. Stepping onto the stage, she curtsied toward the only two audience members—Allen and the ringmaster—lifting the edges of her gown.

Then, with dramatic flair and accompanied by the clown’s tense drumroll, she took a deep breath, grabbed the elephant’s thick leg, and, with a powerful roar, lifted the five-to-six-ton creature above her head. She even carried the elephant around the circus ring.

"Well, Great Creator, are you satisfied with the bearded lady's performance?"

The ringmaster, his eerie expression softening into a smile, turned to Allen, seeking approval.

"Impressive," Allen nodded.

Even with his enhanced physical abilities, Allen knew lifting such a massive elephant was beyond his current limits.

As the bearded lady exited, the performances became increasingly thrilling.

A tiny general riding a diminutive pony reenacted Napoleon’s iconic pose, then launched himself from a cannon, soaring across the tent.

In midair, he was caught by a towering giant, whose hand dwarfed even the elephant’s cage. At the giant’s feet, a gray bear wearing a top hat danced while juggling balls.

A two-headed woman danced an energetic tap routine to the clown’s lively piano accompaniment.

More and more "freaks" took the stage, performing fire-eating, acrobatics, and other dazzling acts unique to their unusual appearances.

Click!

Amid Allen’s overwhelmed fascination with the surreal spectacle, the circus lights abruptly dimmed. A single spotlight illuminated the center of the stage.

Standing in the light was a stunningly beautiful woman, radiant even against the bright beam. Holding a bouquet of flowers, she gazed around the tent, her lips parting.

Her voice, as melodic as a nightingale’s song, resonated throughout the circus, filling the space with a serene, enchanting melody.

Chapter 163: The Circus's Gift

In the circus audience.

While Allen was still immersed in the woman's nightingale-like melodious singing, the expression under the top hat of the circus leader standing beside him gradually became somewhat troubled.

Taking a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the sweat off his forehead, the circus leader looked at Allen, who was still enjoying the performance with his eyes closed. After hesitating for a long time, he cautiously reminded him:

"Creator, the circus performance has ended, so..."

Hearing the circus leader's voice, Allen opened his eyes.

The circus performers on stage had already left one after another, leaving behind only traces of the performance like streamers and balloons.

"What a wonderful circus performance, especially the final act; it's truly unforgettable."

Coming back to his senses, Allen looked at the empty stage and sincerely praised the circus leader.

Undeniably, it was a spectacular show.

"To receive praise from the Creator is the greatest honor for the circus."

Facing Allen's compliment, the circus leader's mustache curled up high, and the corners of his mouth uncontrollably formed a huge arc, revealing sharp teeth.

"...This Swedish Nightingale, I went to great lengths to invite her to join the circus as our star attraction. Even the likes of Hans Christian Andersen and Chopin are said to be among her admirers, which speaks to the beauty of her singing..."

After boasting about the last female performer, the circus leader was about to continue when his excited expression suddenly paused. He looked up at Allen and said with regret: "If possible, I would gladly prepare more wonderful performances for the Creator. Unfortunately, one ticket allows only one show; this is a rule even I, as the circus leader, cannot change."

Hearing the regret in the circus leader's words, Allen thoughtfully lowered his head.

The [Traveling Circus Ticket] in his hand was visibly burning away bit by bit.

Holding the half-burned ticket, Allen also showed a hint of regret. Glancing at the large circus tent around him, he said with some disappointment: "It's a pity. I had planned to stroll around the circus after the performance if time allowed."

Sensing the disappointment in Allen's tone, the expression under the circus leader's top hat became conflicted.

Although Allen's words were likely unintentional, to the circus leader, they undoubtedly signaled the Creator's dissatisfaction.

Thinking of this, the circus leader began to sweat profusely. Gritting his teeth, he took out a small stack of cards from his pocket.

Looking at the cards in his hand, the circus leader showed a pained expression but still handed them to Allen with a forced smile: "Failing to let the Creator fully enjoy the circus is my dereliction as the leader. Please accept these circus collectibles as my apology; I hope they bring you satisfaction..."

Instinctively reaching out, Allen took the items from the circus leader.

He glanced at the cards in his hand, but before he could say anything, the [Traveling Circus Ticket] had already turned to ashes, and under the reluctant and pained gaze of the circus leader, Allen's figure vanished.

...

"Back already?"

In San Marino, Allen opened his eyes, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of having lived a lifetime elsewhere.

Through the power of the [Traveling Circus Ticket], he had successfully traversed space and time.

He had entered a circus from the last century, watched a spectacular performance, and heard the enchanting voice of the so-called 'Swedish Nightingale.'

A tug on his pant leg brought Allen back to reality.

Looking down at the [Voodoo Doll] poking him with a trident, Allen gave it a reassuring look.

His gaze then fell upon the stack of cards in his hand.

These were the cards the circus leader had handed him before he left.

Examining them, he saw that each card depicted one of the performers he had seen in the circus.

The circus leader had given him a set of circus cards.

"What is this, circus merchandise?"

Looking at the cards, Allen was puzzled.

However, as he continued to examine them, a series of crooked words appeared on the system's fragmented data panel:

...

*[Character Card—General Tom Thumb (1/1)]*

*Card Level:* Black Iron

*Description:* General Tom Thumb, a 19th-century circus performer. His acts gained international fame, with even Queen Victoria among his audience.

*Note:* Do not mock General Tom Thumb, especially his height.

...

*[Character Card—Bearded Lady (1/1)]*

*Card Level:* Black Iron

*Description:* A circus member who performed under the name "Esau's Infant" (Esau is a biblical figure, one of Isaac and Rebekah's twins, born covered in hair).

*Note:* She is a pitiable woman, but if you mock her beard, the pity will be yours.

...

[Character Card – Two-Headed Sisters (1/1)]

[Card Level: Black Iron]

Description: One of the circus members, the sisters share the same body.

Remark: Though they share a body, their thoughts are vastly different.

[Character Card – Lobster Man (1/1)]

[Card Level: Black Iron]

Description: One of the circus members with deformed hands resembling lobster claws, possessing extraordinary grip strength.

Remark: Be careful when shaking hands with Lobster Man.

[Character Card – Fiji Mermaid (1/1)]

[Card Level: Black Iron]

Description: A grotesque creation formed by sewing the torso and head of a young monkey to the tail of a fish, then covering it with papier-mâché. Originally a convincing hoax, mysterious powers have brought it to life.

Remark: This is a sea siren’s masterpiece—at least, that’s what the promotional flyer claims.

[Character Card – Swedish Nightingale (1/1)]

[Card Level: Black Iron]

Description: Jenny Lind, born out of wedlock, defied her circumstances through relentless effort to transform from an “unwanted child” into a celebrated figure. She achieved high acclaim in Europe’s music scene, earning the title “Swedish Nightingale.” It’s said that even Chopin and Andersen admired her, with Andersen expressing his affection through the fairy tale The Nightingale.

Remark: In the forest lives a nightingale whose song is so enchanting that even a weary, impoverished fisherman would pause during his night’s work just to listen.

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Chapter 164: Filming a New Movie

Looking at the content displayed on the system, Allen finally understood why the circus ringmaster had been so reluctant when handing him this stack of cards.

Although the cards were generally of low level and had usage limits, giving away so many at once was undoubtedly a painful sacrifice for the ringmaster.

If not for Allen’s status as the creator of the script, there was no way he would have received this gift—or even an apology.

As Allen scanned the cards in his hand, his gaze lingered for a moment on the final card, the one labeled [Swedish Nightingale].

Among all the performances in the circus, the one that had left the deepest impression on him was undoubtedly the enchanting voice of the [Swedish Nightingale].

However, since the [Swedish Nightingale] card had a one-time-use limit, Allen had no intention of using it hastily.

Looking at the stack of cards in his hand, a vague idea began to take shape in his mind.

As pure combat power, the roles from the circus were clearly unremarkable.

But if he were to gather them together to film a circus-themed movie, it would undoubtedly be a fascinating endeavor.

Especially as someone who had personally experienced the captivating performances of the circus and still found the *[Swedish Nightingale]*’s voice echoing in his mind, even after leaving the circus.

Turning the circus experience into a movie was a natural idea for Allen, given his surface identity as a Hollywood screenwriter and his professional instincts.

However, it was just an idea.

To start, a circus-themed movie was far from a mainstream Hollywood genre and would involve adaptations that were tricky to conceptualize.

Moreover, if he introduced these characters into the film, he would have to explain the origins of the circus members.

Thus, the thought of making a circus movie flashed through Allen’s mind but was quickly suppressed.

At least for now, the idea was nothing more than a whimsical fantasy.

Instead of entertaining such thoughts, it would be better to focus on more practical matters—like the filming of the new movie, Paranormal Activity.

Early February

The Writers Guild of America (WGA) and the Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) approved a temporary agreement through a vote.

This marked the end of the massive strike action led by the WGA in Hollywood.

With the strike over, writers who had been away from their jobs for months returned to their posts, and previously stalled TV shows and talk shows resumed airing.

At the same time, in a house chosen on the outskirts of Los Angeles, the low-profile filming of the movie Paranormal Activity began.

From a production standpoint, Paranormal Activity was an even simpler movie than The Blair Witch Project.

While the latter required filming some seemingly authentic yet fake witchcraft scenes in the forest, Paranormal Activity pushed the "mockumentary" style to its limits.

The entire film was set in a single house, with most of the scenes taking place in a bedroom.

If it weren’t explicitly stated in Allen’s script that this was a horror movie, the actors attending the auditions might have thought they were trying out for a completely different genre.

Thanks to his experience directing The Blair Witch Project and the similar mockumentary style of Paranormal Activity, Universal had no hesitation in approving Allen as the director.

In fact, for a movie like Paranormal Activity, the director’s role was relatively minor. Universal figured that it would be better to allow Allen to direct and use it as a bargaining chip to secure the sequel rights to The Blair Witch Project.

Universal's reasoning was simple:

While they were investing in Paranormal Activity, their primary focus was on acquiring the rights to develop a sequel to The Blair Witch Project.

After all, compared to an untested new movie, The Blair Witch Project was a proven hit, with a box office of $250 million. The difference in potential was clear.

From a data perspective, Universal’s decision made perfect sense.

However, what they didn’t anticipate was how the original’s overextended reputation would severely impact the sequel’s reception and box office performance.

Universal was determined to acquire the rights to The Blair Witch Project, and Allen had no intention of dissuading them.

Hollywood studios, seasoned as they were, must have been aware of the original film’s issues.

But the allure of a $250 million box office return was hard to resist. Even if the sequel achieved only half that, it would still be a significant profit for Universal.

“Cut!”

On the set of Paranormal Activity in Los Angeles, Allen frowned and called for a cut as he watched the two actors playing the couple deliver awkwardly unnatural lines.

Although Paranormal Activity was a mockumentary-style film with minimal acting demands, the key to such films lay in maintaining a sense of naturalism.

To align with the script’s realistic tone, Allen, much like he did with The Blair Witch Project, deliberately cast a pair of relatively unknown actors—real-life partners—to portray the couple in the film.

This choice proved to be a good one.

The couple’s interactions captured on DV camera matched the film’s intended atmosphere.

However, when it came to scenes involving paranormal occurrences, they struggled to meet Allen’s expectations.

In the original Paranormal Activity, the eerie phenomena were simple yet effective, relying on subtle, mysterious visuals to evoke fear.

That was partly because the original director hadn’t planned on a sequel or even a theatrical release at the time, which also explained the differences between the DVD and theatrical endings.

(End of Chapter)

Chapter 165: Revising the Script

After learning that the movie could be shown in theaters, the director of Paranormal Activity specifically altered the ending.

The modifications heightened the suspenseful atmosphere, resulting in impressive box office performance and laying the foundation for future sequels.

However, even with these changes, the storyline of the first Paranormal Activity film didn’t strongly connect to the later sequels.

It was only from the second installment onward that each sequel’s plot became tightly intertwined.

Now, as the director of this world’s version of Paranormal Activity, Allen naturally didn’t follow the original director’s path.

During the script design phase, he first revised the ending, choosing the theatrical version as the film’s conclusion.

He also added subtle details to the plot, paving the way for subsequent sequels.

Although these adjustments extended the production time from the original seven days to about two weeks, they greatly enriched the script’s background.

While these elements wouldn’t stand out in the first film, they would seamlessly enhance the continuity of the sequels, avoiding the clunky transitions that often plague other film franchises.

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“Is there a problem, Director?”

On the set of Paranormal Activity, Allen called for a cut.

Hearing this, the two actors—a real-life couple—looked puzzled.

They exchanged glances and nervously asked Allen, who stood behind the DV camera, “Did we do something wrong?”

As a couple struggling for years in Hollywood without making a name for themselves, they lacked the confidence to challenge a director. Throughout the entire shoot, they followed Allen’s instructions to the letter.

“I feel like your dialogue just now didn’t feel natural,” Allen said candidly, meeting their eyes.

“Not natural?”

The two actors glanced at each other again. The male actor, who played the lead, responded, “But we followed the script exactly. We’ve gone through all the lines and didn’t find any issues.”

As a budding scriptwriter and director gaining traction in Hollywood, Allen’s projects were an exciting opportunity for the couple. They had rehearsed Paranormal Activity multiple times to ensure no mistakes during the shoot.

“Maybe that’s the problem,” Allen replied thoughtfully.

“This film is designed as a ‘found footage’ style production. The reason I chose you as the leads was because of your real-life chemistry. That natural, unpolished dynamic is essential for convincing the audience that they’re watching the everyday life of a real couple, not a scripted movie.”

“It’s also my fault for making the script so detailed. Honestly, many of these scenes could’ve been improvised by you.”

In the original Paranormal Activity, the production had no fully fleshed-out script.

For industry professionals, this might barely qualify as filmmaking.

But from a “documentary” perspective, it was undeniably the right approach.

After all, documentaries don’t require dramatic framing—the more authentic the footage, the more convincing it is.

Realizing this, Allen decided to overhaul the script. He cut out lengthy lines, allowing the actors to improvise and present themselves as naturally as possible on camera.

He also adjusted the framing and lighting of the DV shots. Instead of having the camera directly face the actors, he intentionally angled it slightly off-center, creating the illusion of capturing an unintentional moment.

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Thanks to these changes, the filming of Paranormal Activity progressed much more smoothly.

Once they stopped adhering strictly to the script, the two actors' performances in front of the camera became increasingly natural, as if they were genuinely documenting their daily lives with a camcorder rather than shooting a movie. Of course, despite being presented as a “mockumentary,” it’s still a film.

Even though the movie bears the label of a “found footage film,” Allen couldn’t just film ordinary daily life.

To maintain authenticity while introducing suspense, he occasionally interspersed frightening scenes into the mundane footage—such as a shadow flickering on a TV screen or a swaying light fixture. These were seemingly ordinary occurrences in daily life.

“Director, because of your filming, I’m now scared of looking in mirrors,” one of the actors confessed.

While these scenes may not have felt particularly unsettling to Allen, they were quite terrifying for the two actors.

Especially since, in his pursuit of realism, Allen often added horror elements without any prior notice. After discussing with the props designer, these chilling additions would suddenly appear on set.

“That’s the only way to capture genuine terror, isn’t it?” Allen replied with a smile when the actors complained.

After several days of filming, the production of Paranormal Activity was nearing completion. In about two or three more days, they would wrap up entirely.

Of course, finishing filming doesn’t mean the movie is done.

Although Paranormal Activity is a “mockumentary,” it still requires editing.

Particularly for the horror scenes, which involved contributions from crew members, post-production editing would be crucial. The goal was to make the entire film look as much like a genuine home video as possible.

...

“Although I’ve heard you say this before, Alan, I still have to say it again…”

“You’re a complete maniac!”

On the phone, James Wan couldn’t hold back his expletive when he learned that Allen’s new film, Paranormal Activity, had wrapped production.

“A movie shot in a ‘mockumentary’ style is supposed to have this kind of fast-paced filming schedule. In fact, taking half a month is already much longer than I originally expected.”

If Allen remembered correctly, the original Paranormal Activity was completed in just seven days.

In fact, during the filming process, even the neighbors didn’t realize a movie was being shot.

“Half a month? Do you know that the fastest film I’ve ever shot, Saw, took about 18 days? And that’s not counting the preparation, which added up to about a month.”

“You managed to finish an entire movie in just two weeks and still think that’s too long.”

The record for James Wan’s fastest film production was Saw. After that, he never worked on such a fast-paced project again.

This is why he was so astonished at Allen’s efficiency in filming.

“All right, enough about that. Just make sure to let me know when the new movie premieres!”

“Actually, the editing is already done, so I think you’ll be able to see it in theaters very soon.”

James Wan: “…”

(End of Chapter)