Xiao Ling leaned over.

That small frame, which only takes up half the size of the camera, is too small.

If you say that the camera has a good effect, it is placed on the computer and can only be seen with a good display.

In this screen, which is less than half the size of a palm, I really can't see any effect.

The back building in the frame is dark. After all, this is not a scenic spot, and no one will put any landscape light strips on an abandoned deserted house.

There was only a little moonlight, and it struggled to shine through the clouds, so that it could be regarded as giving some light to the small courtyard.

Xiao Ling tried hard to identify, the pot of flowers on the windowsill in the dark room 202 in the back building was actually invisible.

Instead, it was the black, long, head-like thing!

On top of that thing was a round thing as high as a flower pot......

It's not round, it's a ball?

Could it be that this ball is a human head?

Those long, black things that flutter in the wind, is it hair?!

Could it be that a long-haired woman lying on a windowsill, face down?

Could it be that the smiling face is reflected by this woman on the windowsill?

Could it be that there are really "ghosts" in my small hotel???

Thinking of this, Xiao Ling's scalp was numb, and a pimple on his arm.

"Boss, there's more to come." Seeing that Xiao Ling was about to get up, the man hurriedly said.

Xiao Ling continued to stare at the frame.

After a while, the black thing was actually moving.

Every time he moved, he seemed to have a scream.

Whenever he didn't move, he cried again.

This is......

Moved again.

"Yikes!" It's a man's voice.

"Hostess, this is my voice. I was scared. The man next to him said.

The other side seemed to hear something and didn't move anymore.

Just stopped there, motionless.

Just when Xiao Ling thought that there was no follow-up, and was still thinking about how to explain to the guests, that "head" actually ......

Lifted up!

The long hair, if it is hair, is also slowly raised and slowly parted to the sides.

In the middle, half of his face was revealed!

That's right, it's the "smiling face" printed in front of Xiaoling's window!

Xiao Ling was also frightened, took a step back, and even didn't dare to look at the camera.

"Boss, here's the video just now." The man said. "After that, there was no more to that, only the flower pot remained."

In this way, the other side found that there was a video here. Was it shocked?

"I don't know how to explain it. I'll go check it out. Xiao Ling could only admit it honestly.

This time the evidence is conclusive, and there is no escape.

"Don't rush." The man seemed to know something. "You shouldn't be able to see anything in the past."

"Why?" Xiao Ling really doesn't understand.

"The time is wrong." Well? Does this man really understand?

"I don't quite understand." It's the truth.

"I don't quite understand either." I don't know if this man is telling the truth.

"It's okay, I won't be unable to sleep because of this. I won't complain about the hotel because of this. "It seems to be an old Jianghu.

"Well, I'll check it out tomorrow." Xiao Ling saw that it didn't affect the guests too much, so he left the room.

Back downstairs, Mom was still standing at the door, half under the lamp, half in the dark.

Xiao Ling sent her mother back to her room to rest, and then lay back on her bed.

However, I couldn't sleep.

I don't know if I'm scared, or I'm worried about the guest complaints of the small hotel.

Can't sleep.

Then look at your phone.

"It's a notice from the legal department."

The news I've been waiting for is here.

Legal? Is it because I went home temporarily, and the company wants to sue me?

Well, that express delivery will be sent to this town, and it will probably take a day or two.

Let's leave it at that, let's talk about it then.

If you don't come, it's useless to be in a hurry.

It's better to solve the immediate problem in advance.

Just now the man said that the time was wrong.

So, when is the right time to go?

What does the hour mean?

Xiao Ling opened the browser and looked for what the hour was.

Although I just chased the four-character brother for twelve hours, I still don't understand.

Well, it turns out that twelve hours is counted like this...

It turns out that at this time, it is already the end of the ugly time.

So, what time was the time when the video was just recorded?

Some people say that the time of the child is the time when the yin qi is the heaviest, so does it mean that it is only at midnight......

Is that "head" only moving when it is a child?

Is that cry also a matter of the child's time?

Is it that I can only see something when I am a child?

All right. That's easy, tomorrow, the old lady will go to beat you dead heads.

Hum~

After a little more sleep, it was dawn.

Xiao Ling didn't sleep long, and she didn't have much energy.

After looking at home for a while, I found that there was still a little bit of instant melt coffee that I brought back last time.

Then make a pack.

With the mellow aroma of coffee, Xiao Ling turned on the computer.

No new orders, no new reviews.

Xiao Ling went to look at the previous post again, and if he was still alive, he would reply to the post and like it himself, and if it was deleted, he would change it and post it again.

Xiao Ling went to see a few more things from his peers.

Except for live streaming and video, there doesn't seem to be anything new.

There is one who is amazing, and he directly cooperated with the TV station to shoot a season of stars participating in a show.

We can only envy, we don't have that connections, we don't have that money.

That's right, money!

What the hell is that damn money going on?

I'll ask Uncle Five.

By the way, I asked the fifth aunt about crying in the middle of the night. What if what if what I saw yesterday was a hallucination? What if it's really the cry of some little daughter-in-law in a town I don't know?

Anything is possible, isn't it?

There were no customers in the store, only the fifth aunt was cleaning up.

The guest who came yesterday seemed to have breakfast at the fifth aunt's house.

The fifth uncle doesn't seem to be in the store.

"Auntie, you're busy." Xiao Ling said hello.

"Ling, sit down." The fifth aunt put down the tableware in her hand and beckoned Xiao Ling to sit down.

The fifth aunt poured a glass of water and sat opposite Xiao Ling.

"How's it going, there's a guest?" The fifth aunt had just seen the guests coming out of the small hotel in the morning and having breakfast at her house.

"Well, I arrived in the middle of the night last night." Xiao Ling said.

"It's going to get up slowly. That's how business works. The fifth aunt comforted.

"Hmm. Auntie, let me ask for something. Xiao Ling didn't think of what words to use to introduce the topic, so he simply asked directly.

"Who of us here has a daughter-in-law in her twenties and thirties who has been crying at night." The fifth aunt's house is so close that the Xiaoling family can hear it, and the fifth aunt must have heard it.

"Twenty or thirty? That's no. If so, I also went out to work with my husband. The fifth aunt said. Only the old man and the little ones are left. The younger generation, it's you, and the grocery store owner on the other side of the street. ”

"Really, not?" Xiao Ling asked.

"Nope. Crying in the middle of the night may be that my aunt slept to death and didn't listen. ”

It doesn't make sense. If you are crying in the room over here, you can hear it so clearly, and the fifth aunt in the same building should be able to hear it.

So, did the fifth aunt really not hear it, or did she have something to hide?

"That's probably what I dreamed about." Xiao Ling can only round the field.

"Hey, is this guest also from the Internet?" The fifth aunt asked with a little light in her eyes.

It seems that the fifth aunt still misses the crazy crowd of the previous half a month.

"I don't know where it came from, but I came knocking on the door in the middle of the night when I rested." Xiao Ling said, his face was light and clear.

"I see that he has a big camera on his back, and that big shelf, shooting everywhere or something, do you think he will shoot another video like those people last time." The fifth aunt is still curious.

What video...... The man had already filmed it yesterday.

Well, I'm shooting it now. He set up a tripod and stood at the other end of the street, facing the door of the small hotel, and was tapping it.

The small restaurant of the fifth aunt is also in the camera, but Xiao Ling and the fifth aunt are sitting in the store and don't see it.

"I guess, I don't know. By the way, Aunt Five, my father's matter, do you need to get a missing certificate? Xiao Ling was thinking, the bank's broken certificate, it is estimated that with this certificate, it will be more appropriate.

"This aunt doesn't understand, and your uncle isn't here, I'll ask him when I go back." The fifth aunt rubbed her hand on her apron.

"Well, I don't know. Auntie, you get busy first, I'll go buy something on the street. ”

In the previous dream, as I imagined, I put a flower pot outside the window of each room.

Flower seeds are easy to buy, and they are available online. But that flower pot, it is not cost-effective to express it here.

It's better to go to that rotten Yang Guang's store and buy a few.

With that, Xiao Ling walked out the door and walked towards Yang Guang's grocery store.

As soon as I walked out of the door, I saw a somewhat empty side street, only two or three people were busy in front of the store, and at the end of the side street, a person stood in front of a camera propped up by a tripod with his hands behind his back.

Judging from the camera frame, Xiao Ling happened to be walking from the direction of the hotel, towards the lens.

With a little processing, it should be very beautiful.

It's just that when Xiao Ling saw this shot, it was a week later. The man with his hands behind his back carefully took a lot of shots, and actually cut out a whole ten-minute documentary.

That's a story for later, and we'll talk about it later.

When Xiao Ling was about to walk in front of the camera, he suddenly turned around and walked to the grocery store on the side of the road.

That rotten Yang Guang, sure enough, is not in the store. There was only his little henchman.

Xiao Ling looked at the pile of flower pots piled up on the side of the road, still so ugly.

However, for the sake of being ugly with the last batch, let's buy it directly.

Xiao Ling took out his mobile phone, scanned the code directly, and bought all of them back at the price of the last time.

Just like last time, let that little attendant push the cart and send all the flower pots home.

It's just that Xiao Ling didn't know that the camera on the tripod had never left her since she appeared.

Back in the store, Xiao Ling placed an order online and bought some flower seeds.

Later, I thought, no, if it's a seed, I'll have to wait for it to grow, and it's always inappropriate to be outside the guest room window.

So, I ordered some more flowers, the muddy kind.

The seeds you bought before should be planted in the yard.

By the way, Xiao Ling also drew a renovation plan for the yard.

Along the wall, some wavy flower beds, the middle road, the swings on the side, small parasols, small benches......

Except for the flower bed, which can be built at a relatively low cost, the rest will have to wait.

After all, all it takes is a few bricks, digging some mud, and making a flower bed, and it's all it takes.

Although we Xiaoling are a female streamer, we have little strength, so it's always okay to spend more time.

Well, the daydream is done.

I took care of some posts or something, and then, it was dark.

When the time was near, Xiao Ling sat on the bed, turned off the lights, and turned on the mobile phone video, facing the 202 opposite.

23：00。

There was no crying, the pots did not turn into balls.

There was just a little wind, which blew the pot of flowers, and the leaves swayed twice.

Nope.

23：59。

"Ahh

That scream!

Up again!

Xiao Ling's eyes widened.

Sure enough, there was movement - the flower pots were gone, black balls appeared, and long black hair was fluttering in the wind.

What's even more exaggerated is that behind the head, there is a black man's face!

The black man, who seemed to have something in his hand, was hitting the woman's head!

Dead scumbag!