Zhou Wei showed Zhao Shi a set of continuous photos.

These were all taken when he first arrived at the edge of Hades' well.

He said that because he was lying on the edge of the manhole cover, he seemed to hear something in the well at that time. Whirring, like the wind, but more like someone blowing, which made him feel a little irritated. After all, the legend of the well of Hades is very impressive, so he immediately made the gap in the edge of the manhole cover a little bigger, and then turned on the flash, and he pressed the continuous beat button into the well.

He thought he would be able to capture something, but unfortunately, he was disappointed when he saw the photo.

The flash lights illuminate the well very brightly, so you can see everything in it clearly, and so, you can conclude that this is actually a very ordinary rock crack. This naturally formed crack in the ground is quite deep, but there is nothing in it except for the rocks and things that have been thrown down during the sacrifice for many years. But it's the things that have been thrown down, the changes that have been caused over time, that make the picture look a little weird. That's probably the only thing that the well has any value in – it can bluff.

Therefore, at first, like Zhao Shi, Zhou Wei decided that Yan Wangjing was actually a gimmick deliberately put up by someone with a heart to create a topic.

After that, because he was so focused on collecting materials at my uncle's house, Zhou Wei almost forgot about those photos. It wasn't until he sorted out his computer that morning, when he re-called out the photo folder and deleted the duplicate photos of Yama Wangjing one by one, that he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with those photos that he had ignored for a long time.

In the well of Hades, it seems that there really is something.

It's just that it wasn't taken in the first photos, because it only came out of nowhere.

After about a dozen photos were deleted, Zhou Wei found that something different began to appear on the photos after that. It was a bit strange, it looked a bit like a white spot from a negative exposure, but there was no possibility of negative exposure with a digital camera, so it must be something that existed in Hades' Well.

So could it be light? At first, Zhou Wei wanted to explain it in terms of reality, and it did look quite like light.

But Zhou Wei quickly overturned this assumption.

The well was almost impermeable to the manhole cover, and even if the sun was strong that day, it was impossible to cast so much light, and the light conflicted with the flash, and it was impossible for it to exist when the flash was on.

So, what could this white and vague thing be?

Curious, Zhou Wei slowed down his browsing, looked behind him one by one, and then became more and more excited the more he looked.

The position of this white mass changes little by little as the number of photographs increases. Sometimes on the left, sometimes on the right, and then, when it is in the middle to the left, it no longer moves, but it begins to grow in size, so large that it takes up almost half of the picture.

"Well, look, isn't it really interesting?" After speaking, seeing Zhao Shi staring at those photos, Zhou Wei asked with a smug smile.

Zhao Shi did not answer.

The mass in the photo is indeed like a spot of light, but it is like a figure that has been pulled and deformed a little. As the photographs change, it continues to play a subtle dynamic change in a quiet posture, slowly but not aimlessly, as if observing something in the narrow and deep stone crevice.

This reminded him of the weirdness he had encountered in this room.

I used to think that I would never see things in my life, but I saw them three times in just two days, so Zhao Shi's face was particularly ugly, and even the hand holding the computer was trembling slightly. This action made Zhou Wei laugh even more happily: "What's wrong with you, you're stunned? If you really see a ghost, you won't have to pee your pants on the spot?"

"Old Zhou, this thing is moving......"

"yes, I didn't just say it, one moment in the east and one time in the west, like a ghost fire. But in my experience, I'm guessing if the villagers put something in the well, like the slide-like mechanism we saw in Longteng Spring last year. Oh, anyway, we don't have to wear it, this time it's much more realistic than the one in Longtengquan, let's push the boat down the river and send it to the Internet, and the quasi-insurance makes people think that there is really something dirty in the well. ”

"But...... Don't you think it's a little creepy?"

"It's just a crazy person. Zhou Wei didn't hear the desire in Zhao Shi's tone, and just continued to chatter: "Have you thought about Lao Zhao, if it's really a ghost or something, wouldn't the two of us be developed." You say, from ancient times to the present for so many years, every year Qingming goes to the grave to burn paper money for ghosts, cooks for ghosts to eat on the winter solstice, and people die and have seven nights of returning to their souls, but has anyone really seen and touched a ghost? If this is really a ghost photographed by the two of us, it is comparable to discovering the resurrection of dinosaurs and the invasion of aliens, don't you say?"

Zhao Shi looked at Zhou Wei's face as he spoke, and he didn't say anything.

He knew that although Zhou Wei found something in the photo, although Zhou Wei was a 'ghost', he didn't feel that the blurry thing he took was really a ghost.

This kind of psychology is probably the same as Zhao Shi in the past, he has done a lot of nonsense, and he has insisted that he must see it with his own eyes, and it is best to touch it with his own hands before it can be implemented. So Zhou Wei can talk about these photos, but Zhao Shi looks at the more ugly his face becomes, after all, Zhao Shi is different now, he has seen the 'ghost' with his own eyes.

Therefore, when contacted by Zhou Wei for this set of photos, Zhao Shi was even more uneasy.

His instincts told him that this place, this village, was really wrong, especially the thing that appeared in Hades' well.

But the more uneasy he became, the more Zhao Shi found that he couldn't have the strong urge to leave the village like before.

After all, if you think about it the other way, isn't this place full of great newsworthiness because of this?

Besides, whether it's a female ghost built with her own eyes, I don't know what it is in the photo, and I didn't do anything hurtful. And all they have to do is to collect more and more powerful evidence, and then, as Zhou Wei said, once they use this opportunity to succeed in this topic, they will be the first to discover ghosts, and their development since then is self-evident.

Therefore, at that time, Zhao Shi was holding the computer as if he was holding a hot potato, but at the same time, he couldn't help but imagine the flashing picture in the future, and his whole heart was like a fire in the water, cloudy and uncertain.

Until Zhou Wei left, he didn't recover from this tangled emotion, so he missed the last chance to have an in-depth conversation with Zhou Wei and tell Zhou Wei what he saw in this house.

After that, I thought about it, it was too late, but at that time, Zhao Shi did have a scale in his heart, and slowly turned from uneasy to longing for his future career. So even though Zhou Wei has left, he still looks at those photos repeatedly, watching the white shadows on the photos slowly change with the flipping of the photos, and what moves in his mind is no longer the idea of leaving, but how to use these photos to exert the greatest effect and detonate the most popular effect.

He even considered whether to go to Hades' Well again, bring a camera and try to shoot the dynamics, if he was lucky.

See, in a moment's time, he had almost completely forgotten all the horrors that had been given to him by what had happened to him at my uncle's house, and had even regarded being able to photograph the ghost as good luck. But just as he clicked on those pictures in order again, carefully observing the various changes in the white shadow inside, a sudden discovery made Zhao Shi immersed in his mind of infinite reverie about the future future, and he suddenly went cold.

He realized that he had just had a thought that he shouldn't have.

It would be fine if the thing in Hades' Well was a man-made mechanism, but if it really existed, it must be an unprecedented unknown.

The unknown is uncontrollable, uncontrollable, and extremely dangerous.

When Zhou Wei looked at the photo with him before, both of them only saw that the thing in the well of Hades was moving, but they didn't realize at all that it was not purely moving, but also crawling out of the well little by little.

So in the later photos, the mass looked like it was getting bigger and bigger, but it wasn't that it was getting bigger, but that it was getting closer and closer to the wellhead. This is especially true in the last one, the figure that occupies most of the photo, carefully distinguished, the posture is like a thin person, jumping up from the well, in the direction of the camera lens, that is, Zhou Wei, straight over.

The more clearly he saw it, the faster Zhao Shi's heart beat and the clearer his brain became.

He knew that there was a good chance that that thing should not be in the well of Hades anymore.

Zhou Wei's filming led it out of the well. But obviously, except for photographic capture, it is not visible to the human eye.

So after leaving Hades' Well, where is that thing now?

Thinking about it, his neck was chilled by the wind blowing through the hall, and Zhao Shi shivered and didn't continue to ponder. When he was thinking about how to make all this clear and tell Zhou Wei, there was a sudden loud bang upstairs.

Following, through the ceiling, Wang Chuan could vaguely hear something cursing.

The scolding seemed to be held in the throat, babbling and babbling sometimes high and sometimes low, and after a while, it was as if the throat was being pumped, and the hissing squeezed out a sound that made the scalp tingle. 166 Reading Network