The camera appears to be placed in the middle of a mountain forest, and it is a hand-held camera, with no device to stabilize the camera.

The picture shakes as people move, and the mountain and forest scenery they shoot also shakes.

There are birds and insects, there is the sound of wind, and there is an unknown sound of rustling.

Suddenly, a voiceover sounded.

It was Gu Mo's voice.

"That's not right."

The screen pauses.

Nangong Yao asked, "Have you heard other voices?" ”

"No, it's not, it's all in front of the camera, where the camera walks, behind the camera, there's no sound."

Liu Miao asked in surprise: "Can you hear this?" ”

"Professional!" Gu Mo said proudly, and added, "The most important thing is talent." ”

"You need professional radio and playback equipment to hear it, right?" Nangong Yao asked.

"If this video is what that person sees or hears, it's professional equipment. The human ear is enough to distinguish the direction and distance of the sound. As for the playback device...... I'm also a professional in my ears. Gu Mo was proud.

"The computer speaker is right in front." Liu Miao asked suspiciously.

"Hey, I can't tell you a gifted layman." Gu Mo said.

"Alright, don't be sassy." Liu Miao said angrily.

"Hey, nerd kid......" Gu Mo was about to say something, but was interrupted by Nangong Yao.

"So, everywhere she walked, there was no sound?" Nangong Yao asked.

Gu Mo replied: "It should be like this." ”

The conversation is like a commentary track, except that the video is paused.

When the conversation ends, the video resumes.

If you listen closely, you can hear it in a trance, and the location of the sounds in those environments is a little distant, as if they are coming from a distance ahead.

The camera finally walked out of the mountain forest and stood on the edge of the cliff, photographing the village farmland at the foot of the mountain.

The camera is down.

A pair of feet were exposed, and at his feet was a stone that was half covered by grass and leaves.

The stone trembled strangely, as if it had been pulled by something, and stood up from the weeds.

The half-human-tall stone statue was covered in dirt and dust.

There is a wind blowing, blowing away the floating dust.

A pale woman's hand reached over the stone and wiped the mud off the stone.

The stone statue is somewhat abstract, but it is vaguely visible that it is a woman with long hair and large eyes and double eyelids. Only the eyes are specially carved out of the facial features.

A brief screen of snowflakes appears on the screen.

In the next second, the camera fell on the bottom of the mountain, looking up at the mountains and forests.

There was a little fire in the mountain forest.

A woman called something, raised her hand, and pointed to the wildfire.

Snowflake dots appear on the screen again.

The picture goes back to before.

The pale hand moved away from the stone statue.

The stone statue turns, facing the bottom of the mountain, like a guardian, looking at the village below.

The pale hand pointed to the village.

Same angle, different picture.

Whirring sounds rang out from outside the frame, mixed with crackling and crunching sounds.

Gu Mo's voice interjected: "It's fire......"

The sound of the flames grew louder and louder, from behind the camera, to the front of the camera, engulfing the hand.

Like a waterfall of flames, like a mudslide of flames, this bright red color rolls down.

The hand was never put away, and it was raised in the flames, always facing the village.

Faintly, screams and cries floated up from the village below.

The flames reached the foot of the mountain in the blink of an eye, and opened a siege net as if they had wisdom, encircling the village.

A faint sigh came from the video.

Flames swept across the screen.

Rustle rustle......

The picture is once again caught in a snowflake screen.

This time the snowflake screen is a bit long.

When the frame reappears, the camera is placed indoors.

Zhang Dongliang appeared in the camera, sitting on a sofa in an unfamiliar living room.

He looked up at the camera, and after screaming, he rolled back from the sofa, and crawled backwards with his hands and feet.

The camera moved, approaching Zhang Dongliang step by step.

"Don't come here! Stay back! Yes! Zhang Dongliang shouted.

The camera slammed forward and rushed into Zhang Dongliang's screaming mouth.

The picture fell into the snowflake screen again, and after a second, the picture became clear.

It's still in that living room, but the camera is lowered, and it seems to turn a hundred and eighty degrees.

The camera slowly rises, and Zhang Dongliang's figure can be seen from the reflection of the glass cabinet next to him. His face was frightened, and his body stiffened forward.

The camera walks out of the living room and into the hallway.

In the footage, the action of changing shoes was filmed.

The door is opened, and the camera continues to move outward, waiting in front of the elevator, taking the elevator downstairs, and walking all the way out of the neighborhood, entering another neighborhood.

The camera moves slowly all the way into a building in the community, goes up the stairs, stops at the door of a room, pulls out the key to open the door.

This door and the entrance and living room behind this door are familiar.

The camera continues to move into the equally familiar toilet, to the familiar bedroom, and to the small mirror on the dresser.

The camera returns to the toilet and crouches down in front of the glove cabinet opposite the toilet, carefully placing the mirror in the glove cabinet and adjusting the angle.

The camera is facing the mirror.

Zhang Dongliang's frightened and desperate face occupies most of the mirror and camera.

The video was abruptly paused, giving Zhang Dongliang a close-up of his eyes.

In Zhang Dongliang's eyes, there is the reflection of the mirror, and there is the reflection of himself in the mirror.

Layers of reflections, one of them, Zhang Dongliang's eyes are a pair of women's big eyes.

The video resumed normal playback.

Zhang Dongliang stepped back.

The content of the mirror is not much different from the range captured in the previous toilet camera.

Zhang Dongliang knelt in front of the mirror, tears and snot handful.

A whimper came out of his throat.

Zhang Dongliang's hand was raised.

His tears flowed more fiercely, and his voice became louder and faster.

The hands slowly inserted into his eyes. Blood flowed from his eye sockets, staining his fingers and cheeks red.

I only heard the sound of "poof" and "poof" made by the flesh, and the two eyeballs were gouged out entirely.

"Ahhhhh

The two bloody holes are facing the mirror, and the two eyeballs held in both hands are also facing the mirror.

The palm of his hand shook, and his eyes shook slightly.

As soon as the two hands were raised, the two eyeballs were stuffed into Zhang Dongliang's gaping mouth.

Zhang Dongliang's screams stopped.

He lowered his blood-stained hands, and saw his jaw and masseter muscles constantly moving, and the sound of meat being chewed appeared in the video. Blood spilled from the corners of Zhang Dongliang's mouth. His expression remained in pain and horror. Inside the holes in the two eyes, blood was still flowing out.

As Zhang Dongliang's throat rolled, his refusal stopped.

He kept this kneeling position.

The video fast-forwarded, and after a while, Zhang Dongliang suddenly fell to the ground.

The moment he fell, the screen flashed again.

(End of chapter)