The VCR was a Panasonic that the guy had picked up from the thrift market in the boat camp. When I arrived at the third uncle's room. That guy is installing. I saw two identical spare ones on the couch. It's for fear that it will be lost in case it breaks down in the middle of the way. Luckily, though. Imports of that era. The quality is not bad. All three of them can be used after testing. I weighed the spare one. Dead and sinking. The things of those days were real. It's not like DVDs nowadays. You can pick it up and play it as a flying saucer in your dog's mouth

During this time of installing the video recorder. The third uncle never spoke. Just let me sit. I smoke cigarette after cigarette. I don't know what I'm thinking.

My hangover headache is also getting better. People are also a little nervous. From time to time there is a lot of speculation. Guess what kind of footage is recorded in this tape. I've thought of Xisha before. But when they went to Xisha. It was impossible to bring video recording equipment (which was quite precious at that time. Film cameras are still commonly used in China. The film is still manual). So the content in the tape is definitely not what Xisha shot at that time. Equally. Nor could it be what was behind the bronze door. The parties that exclude these two. What's in the tape? It's really clueless.

The TV and VCR are connected. The power is turned on. I picked out one of the boxes. I am going to put it. But put it before the opening of the video recorder. I hesitated again. I don't know why I panicked. glanced at the third uncle.

The third uncle waved his hand at me. said: "Put it in?" Look what I'm doing. Are you fucking afraid he'll crawl out of the TV? ”

That's when I pushed in. The video recorder "clicked" and began to operate. I sat back on the bed. Soon. Snowflakes flashed on the screen. The third uncle stopped smoking. Throw the cigarette butt into the spittoon. The two of us, plus his buddy, sat up a little nervously.

The snowflakes flashed for more than a dozen seconds. The picture is just starting to appear on TV. The TV set is color sè. But the picture is in black and white. It should be a problem with the videotape itself. The picture is blurry at first. Later, it gradually became clear.

It was an old-fashioned wooden room. We saw wooden boards. The camera is shaking. Obviously, the person or object where the camera is placed is not too stable. We saw a window open on the wall at the back. It's blurry on the outside. It seems to be daytime. A bit backlit.

The third uncle and I looked at each other. It looks like a picture of a private house. I really didn't expect to see this. Could it be a selfie show? Wait a minute, the stuffy oil bottle will come out while eating noodles. Say to the camera that it's been a long time. How you've been living.

Under the window. There was a rather old-fashioned writing desk. It looks a bit like old furniture from a revolutionary movie. It's full of stuff. Documents, desk lamps. There is also a telephone.

The style of the phone is relatively old. But not the old one. The time when this video was taken. It should be after the 90s of the 20th century. Of course, there are still many families who still use this old style of telephone. So it's hard to tell when. It's just certainly not earlier than the 90s.

And then the picture remains in the room. It's like a still life depiction. We waited for a while. I realized that the camera was fixed in one position to shoot. Similar to a fixed shot in a movie. It doesn't move.

That's the case. I don't know how long this still image will last. We can't just look at it. The third uncle pressed fast forward. About twenty minutes into it. Suddenly. A dark shadow flashed from the room.

My third uncle and I were shocked.

The third uncle hurriedly went back and slowed down. It turned out to be a person walking into the camera from outside the camera. We also heard the sound of doors opening and closing. Someone should have come back from outside the house. Take a closer look. The man who walked in. It's a woman. Age is not clear. A vague look. The long one has a bit of posture. With a ponytail.

The third uncle suddenly became nervous. He stepped forward. It's almost on the TV screen.

But the woman walked very fast. All at once, it passed through the screen. Ran to the other side. Disappeared off-screen.

I saw that the third uncle's face was suddenly wrong. Wanted to ask him what was going on. He waved his hand at me. Let me stop talking.

Time continues to advance. Five minutes later. The woman reappeared on the screen. Already changed into pajamas. Then she walked straight to the screen. The screen starts shaking. Apparently adjusting the angle of the camera. This is equivalent to a close-up. The woman's face was directly close to the TV. I saw that the woman was quite young. Looks very well-behaved. The eyes are huge. The kind of girl who looks a little sweet overall.。

The third uncle is also close to the TV. All of a sudden, I met the girl on TV. What I didn't expect is. Moment. The third uncle was stunned for a moment. Then suddenly I shuddered. With a loud shout, he took a dozen steps back. Almost kicked the TV off the cabinet.

His buddy hurriedly held on to the TV. I'll help him. I saw the third uncle pointing to the face on the TV. Trembling and shouting, "It's her!" Huo Ling! It's Huo Ling! ”

We were scared enough by the sudden reaction of the third uncle. His buddy quickly dropped the TV to help him. I'll set the TV in the right place first. lest it fall down and break it.

However, his buddies couldn't hold him up at all. The third uncle shouted and stepped back. It hit the couch in one fell swoop. The whole sofa almost flipped over. I slipped and fell on it. This hit obviously hurt a lot. He covered his lower back. His face turned white. Nevertheless. His eyes were still firmly fixed on the TV screen. Eyes almost pop out.

I was a little surprised. This woman turned out to be Huo Ling?

Follow the description of the stuffy oil bottle. Huo Ling is the child of a cadre. When Xisha was archaeological. At the same time go down to one of several people in the submarine catacombs. There is very little information about her. I don't know which one she was in that black-and-white photo. Naturally, I don't recognize it. Such a person. It will appear in the videotape sent by the stuffy bottle...... It's kind of incredible......

And. What made me feel strange was that. How did this tape come about? Judging by her adjusting the lens. Apparently she knew about the VCR. Selfies are not taken like this. This is supposed to be a kind of spontaneous surveillance. This is undoubtedly surveillance footage. Why did she make such a video? And how did this strap get into the hands of the stuffy oil bottle? Why did the stuffy oil bottle send me this tape?

There's a drama in this. I muttered to myself. The third uncle is right. It seems that the whole thing is far from over.

At this point, the woman on the screen had already adjusted the camera. The screen doesn't shake anymore. She also moved back away from the camera. I sat down on the edge of my desk. Hold up a mirror and comb your hair. Because it's a black and white picture. Plus the shaking just now. The screen became a little blurry.

The third uncle gradually calmed down. But the face is already iron-blue. The expression is the same as the one who has just judged. He clutched the armrest of the couch with his hands. Trembling slightly. Obviously very nervous.

I'm for sure. asked the third uncle: "This woman is the Huo Ling who you went down to the bottom of the sea together?" ”

The third uncle didn't react at all. I can't help it. He glanced at his buddy. He didn't know what to say.

Huo Ling in the video kept combing her hair. After her ponytail was untied. The hair is quite long. I don't even know how far she's going to go. It's about twenty minutes. She stopped. Tie the ponytail back up.

After combing your hair. She stood up. I looked out the window a little confused. Then he ran to a place that the camera couldn't see. Then he ran back again. But wait for her to come back. I noticed that her clothes had changed.

Other words. She went to the back room. A change of clothes.

Then. I felt that the unbelievable picture appeared.

After she came out. Ran to the camera again. Seems to be dissatisfied with the angle. I adjusted the lens again. The screen starts shaking. Her white face filled the screen.

The third uncle let out a very strange moan. It seemed that her face was terrifying.

I thought she was going out by changing her clothes. Or cooking or something. There will definitely be no one in the house for a long time. So I picked up the remote control. Prepare to fast-forward. At this time. I saw her sit back on the edge of the writing desk. Pick up a comb. Untie the head rope. Comb your hair again!

"This woman has a nervous disorder!" The guy on the side couldn't help but scream.

The third uncle immediately made a gesture to keep him silent. His brow furrowed tightly.

She was combing her hair with her back to us. I couldn't see her expression either. There is only a vague shadow in the mirror. The movements are also almost identical. The frequencies all seem to be the same. I watched, watched. I simply suspect that her head is iron. If I comb it like this. The head has long been combed into a walnut.

This kind of picture makes me feel that the atmosphere has become a little weird. I endured. It's about twenty minutes again. She re-tied her headband. Stood up. Oooo

The guy and I were both relieved. The heart said that it was finally over. You have to comb it again. My head is starting to hurt.

However, it didn't wait for us to stretch our muscles. She changed her clothes again and ran out. Get in front of the camera. The third time I started to debug the angle.

I was confused. It's just that the second monk is confused. What the hell is this Huo Ling doing. This is also an exaggeration. Could it be that she loves this...... Or. Is she going to kill herself? So I took the trouble to change my clothes and adjust the angle. And then she was going to comb her hair again? Comb it like this again. The comb is going to be sharpened into a brush.

That's when it happened. Suddenly, the screen stopped. Look back. It turned out that the third uncle pressed pause. Black and white screen. Suddenly freeze the close-up face.

The third uncle's face is sè iron blue. Lips still trembled a little. He leaned in to take a closer look. In a dumb voice, "God." She's not old either! ”