There was nothing in the kitchen, and the distance in the hallway was not very long, a round trip took only ten seconds, and if the pace was quickened, the time would shrink even shorter. Is there anything here? Why did she ask me to come to the kitchen first? Zhang Fang clenched the camera in his hand and puffed himself up. When night falls, the depths of darkness are always unpredictable, and naturally there is fear and a shadow of timidity. The dim old desk lamp moaned low in the silent kitchen, Zhang Fang wandered at the door of the kitchen, he seemed to be able to hear the current in the wick whispering, the reflection projected behind the kettle, lurking on the window, making people tremble, this illusion was inevitable in the dead night.

This is no different from the traditional kitchen, at most the samples on display have a little more vicissitudes, and it may have spread for an era. Zhang Fang guessed that he inadvertently looked at the surrounding situation from the wine cabinet to the dishwasher. On the far left side of the stove was a pop-up toaster, the shell of which had mostly been corroded by rust, and Zhang Fang stayed here before reaching out and stroking the bracket, which made him reminisce about his past. "Hey, baby, breakfast is ready, I need to hurry to the office, you can go to school by yourself later." It was the sentence he remembered the most, but he would never have guessed that one day in the next few months, he would never see his mother's smile again because of an accident. He was orphaned, the government repossessed the property because he couldn't afford the house taxes, and the only thing he took with him when he left was a toaster. Taking a deep breath, he looked around, but fortunately no one noticed his depressed scene, and the tears rolling in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Leaving the kitchen with heavy steps, just as he was going out, he stumbled upon another door on the other side, which was not so conspicuous, in this dimly lit kitchen, on the other side of the kitchen. It should be a storage room, he guessed. The frequency of the magnetic field induction from the headset has not changed. Drip, drip, drip. He froze in the doorway, didn't think of anything in his head, just stared in the direction of the storage room in a daze, and in the next five seconds, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea rolling in his heart, like a cold sweat oozing out of his heart. His face was full of horror, and the more he tried to figure out the reason, the more confused he became. But surprisingly, after a while, that feeling disappeared in a trance. He raised his trembling left hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, only to realize that it was not an illusion. Knowing that maybe such a decision was not the right one, he walked there anyway.

The inner depression continued, and it made it difficult for him to breathe, and he felt a cold that he had never felt before, colder than immersing himself in a frozen sea. "Didi...... Drip. Sure enough, as he thought, the surrounding magnetic field changed, and his heartbeat increased dramatically with the frequency. His trembling eyes stared at the wooden door in front of him, a very ordinary door, with carvings in the upper right corner, and after a moment of contemplation, he put his trembling hand on the doorknob. "Huhu...... Whew. The biting coldness of his fingertips was evidently felt his breath frozen. What the heck! He spat out three words from his mouth with a look of suspicion, and then jerked the doorknob. Click, click. Even if you shake the doorknob a little harder, it is clear that it is locked. It's weird! He wondered in his heart that the door was locked from the outside, but it couldn't be opened. He pushed harder, but he still couldn't twist the doorknob, so he turned and left. But just when he turned around and didn't take a few steps, suddenly, the magnetic field frequency in the headset accelerated rapidly, and then there was a click behind him. His eyes were stunned, and he froze at the kitchen door.

The eyes in Zhang Fang's pupils were beating uneasily, he didn't look back, and from the corner of his eye, he wanted to look behind him. The material of the cooktop cabinet is made of aluminum alloy, although it is a little blurry, but the reflection can still be faintly seen. The sound must have come from the storage room, could it be that the door was opened? He turned sharply, and yes, the door was really open, and there was a crack in it that could be clearly seen. Suddenly, an ominous premonition surrounded his thoughts. In a panic, he pulled out a silver necklace from his bosom, wrapped it around his right hand and guarded the storeroom, and after a few struggles, he walked towards the ominous place. Even if you are reluctant to look down at the time, because it is clearly indicated on the watch, it is exactly 12 o'clock at midnight. He looked back at the crack in the door and tried to look inside, but there was nothing unusual except for the darkness. Then he glanced back at the kitchen door, saw no one, and then pressed his right hand, which was holding the silverware, to his chest, and reached out with his right foot to push open the hidden door. Creak...... Squeak, the sound of the door opening echoed in his head, and even the crows in Ponslin didn't hiss.

It was full of old or broken clutter, reflecting the dim light of the kitchen, and it was quite clear, and he let out a long breath, as relaxed as an acquittal. Then he pressed the button to turn on the light next to the door, but unfortunately the light inside was not on. "Why is everything in this house broken!" He was very reluctant to press it several times in a row. The storage room was small, small, and untidy, with a broken chair in the center of the door, just enough to look at you if someone was sitting on it. Zhang Fang wanted to leave, but it was obvious that this room was very weird, and he had been doing this business for a while, and some of the symptoms were obvious. He took a steady breath, then took a step back, his whole body exiting the pantry. At this point, he lifted the camera, glanced at the blue lenses from before, and then pointed it at the wooden chair in the center. The lens has a pale blue glow, the contents are blurry, there is not enough light, and the frequency of the magnetic field is still unstable. The sound of dripping made him upset. Then he turned on the xenon lamp. "Smack!" Pressing the shutter, a muffled sound in the silent environment can be said to be resounding through the heavens and the earth, and an extremely strong light source exploded, penetrating the darkness and finally hiding in the depths of darkness. In a corner of the town of Pongsri, the moment the jungle was lit up like lightning, the ants that were devouring the rotting leaves were panicked as if frightened, and the panic of fleeing in the dense forest was finally extinguished by the roar of the cold wind.

Zhang Fang could see clearly that in addition to the wooden chair, there was a broken baby cradle next to it, and an old baseball bat was poured on the left side of the square box, and inside the box were some messy books. It seems that the blue one is not right, Zhang Fang muttered, and he turned the rotation mechanism of the lens. It was a green lens, and with the same step, he pressed the shutter again. "Smack." This time, the captured image is much more detailed than before, with two linen pockets hanging on the right side of the wall, which should be discarded clothes from the uneven surface. He sighed again, and then went on to change the lenses, orange. "Smack." On the wooden cabinet on the left side of the wall are many dilapidated displays, such as puppets, picture frames or light boxes.

Syllable! Zhang Fang replaced it with a purple mirror, and there seemed to be a painting hanging on the wall behind the wooden chair, the coloring on the paper was dark red, and the instantaneous lighting was not enough to see the contents of the portrait. He ignored the abnormal magnetic field reaction from the headset and continued to change to the mirror, red, cyan, yellow...... Smack, smack, smack...... In the dead silence of the night, the cold air turned into a foggy world, and lightning and thunder roared outside the 61st section of Ponslin. The pattern on the portrait began to take shape, and as it was illuminated again and again, it was a vague figure holding something in his hand. In the course of events, the blur gradually faded, and the thing in the person's hand in the portrait gradually became clear, it turned out to be a camera! That's right, it's a camera, he's holding a camera, he's taking pictures. "Smack!" Under the gray lenses, Zhang Fang finally saw the man's face clearly, he would never forget, this is too familiar, it is himself! He gasped for breath and hurriedly took a few steps back, nearly tripping over the trash can. The magnetic field in my ears was beating so fast that my brain felt like it was about to explode. "This, how is this possible?" With a stunned expression on his face, he exclaimed to himself and took off the headset suddenly! A wave of fear filled his eyes, rolling in his heart, and the cold sweat overflowing from his palms almost couldn't hold the camera. He choked up and stared intently at the pantry. "It should be a mirror, or something glass, yes, yes, it should just be a reflection." His restless words echoed in the kitchen, as if he were speaking to someone.

He bowed his head numbly, leaving the last lens unused. It can't be so coincidental, there is absolutely nothing wrong with these nine mirrors of holy light, that is what I have seen with my own eyes. Zhang Fang secretly said in his heart, at this time, his whole body had a little more courage. Often, courage alone can change a lot of things. He shuddered, and returned to the storeroom door, holding up the camera, his shaky hand making the loose spinning mechanism sway and creak. Even though the headset hanging from the neck is a little away, the alarm is clear. This time he hung the silverware on his chest and muttered words in his mouth.

"Smack!" It took a lot of effort for him to have the courage to press the shutter. "Hey!" At the same time, the man behind him, who was tapping him on the shoulder, called out in a low voice. Under the conditioned reflex, his arm twitched suddenly, and the camera floated into the air, Zhang Fang was extremely frightened, and instantly stimulated the strength of his whole body, and picked up the camera that fell to his waist in a panic. This familiar voice resounded in his mind, and Zhang Fang turned around angrily. "Tang Song! You ......," he roared hysterically, then holding back the outburst of emotion. "Don't you make a sound when you walk!" He still said viciously, but his voice was low.

It was the first time Tang Song had seen Zhang Fang's frightened expression, and his panicked appearance also surprised him. "I called you several times, but I didn't see you promise me, I thought something had happened to you." Although this is a good wording, it can't hide Tang Song's hearty laughter, he finally avenged the revenge with one arrow, it is really enjoyable and happy! "Miao Xue is ready to start the ceremony, let's go to the living room." He hurriedly found a sentence, otherwise he would really be unable to hold back his laughter.

"Don't touch me!" Zhang Fang was still angry, and he shook off Tang Song's left hand that was patted on his shoulder. Tie blushed and walked towards the living room. Looking at the back of Zhang Fang's head, which was gradually moving away, Tang Song couldn't help snorting anymore, he hurriedly covered his mouth so as not to be heard by the other party, followed his footsteps, and left the kitchen.

However, they did not notice, and when they left the kitchen again, the door to the pantry was gradually closed.