Yun Lan can only temporarily define this long-haired little black man as "a little girl can feel it, so she draws it in her mother's image - camera". It's really a camera, and it's still diligently acting as a first-person perspective until the story progresses.

The camera on the screen exits the girl's room, but behind the door, the scene switches.

The scene cuts to a gloomy mountain forest, where the shovel in the man's hand digs into the ground, and on the edge of the gradually widening pit is a black suitcase.

The searchlight strapped to the man's head was as bright as a lighthouse in the dark night. Unfortunately, no one paid attention to the darkness under the lighthouse.

No one noticed the lighthouse either.

Dig a suitable hole and open the suitcase. Inside are white meat and bones wrapped in plastic wrap.

Even if she was mentally prepared when she saw the suitcase, Yun Lan's heart still sank when she saw what was inside. White...... It was boiled meat, and the man looked like a thief, and it was obviously human flesh.

In order not to emit the smell of blood, the corpse is first dismembered, then cooked, and finally wrapped in plastic wrap, and then brought to this dense forest to be buried......

The face under the lamp was obscured because of the strong light, but with the familiar figure and silhouette, Yun Lan still recognized it, this was Zhiming, the little girl's father.

Who did he kill? Lover, daughter, or...... Wife; Why did he kill? Love, vendetta, or...... It's just simple...... Enjoy?

The man's movements are very skillful, and his body is also very neat. It can be seen that he already has a certain mental construction and habit of killing people and burying corpses - he must have killed many people.

The man buried the body, he seemed to be in a good mood, and Yun Lan could see the raised corners of his mouth carved by light and shadow.

The man who finished the work restored the scene, and then drove the small car, humming a little song, and walked farther and farther on the mountain road. The camera didn't follow, it just stayed where it was, next to the pile of bones, and even if the man walked away, it still just turned and watched him go away.

It's like a blinking mirror, and after the picture goes black, the appearance of a man's living room emerges.

The man in the living room was ambiguous with the new woman, still watching all this from the side of the sofa, but Yun Lan felt that there was something different.

It seems that the camera position of the lens is wrong. Yun Lan recalled in her mind and compared the position and height of the objects in the picture.

It seems like...... It's a lot shorter. If, as she had previously thought, the audience was watching everything from the perspective of the long-haired ghost, then, after ruling out the possibility that the ghost would be bored to tiptoe or crouch, it can only be said one thing:

Videographer, a changeover.

This is a very important detail, if the old ghost will be replaced by the new ghost, or swallowed by the new ghost, then the "it" in this puzzle should also be the latest ghost.

Because...... It must be "it", which put this story and inherited it with the memories of many ghosts.

As the woman was brought into the master bedroom by the man like the previous ones, this time, the camera also moved, but this time it did not come to the little girl's bedroom.

It was close to the door of the master bedroom, but did not enter, the pattern on the door was clearly visible, and the sound of men and women in the door also entered the entire viewing hall from the sound of the screen, and after ten minutes, the sound inside ended, but within a few minutes, I remembered the woman's frightened scream.

"Zhiming...... Fang, Fang Zhiming! You, you, what are you doing?! The woman's voice trembled, filled with deep unease and disbelief. I couldn't see the scene inside, but I could hear the sound of the woman inside falling from the bed to the floor in fright.

"No...... No, no, no! Stay back! Don't come, I beg you! Don't, don't! I beg you...... Woowoo...... Zhiming, Zhiming...... "The woman was obviously terrified, her tears had overflowed uncontrollably because of extreme fright, she wanted to pretend to be calm, but she couldn't suppress the trembling of her body and voice.

"Good ...... Soon it'll be fine......" The man's voice came from inside. Calm, gentle, with the usual gentleness, but when it falls into the ears of women, it is extraordinarily cruel and terrifying.

"Woo...... Other...... Zhiming, Zhiming, I beg you! You, I can give you whatever you want! That, that wallet, has my bank card! Also, there are ...... My husband is going to die...... His legacy...... His inheritance is all to you...... Woowoowoo...... I'll give you whatever you want...... Please spare me...... Let me go......" The woman's voice trembled even more, snot and tears choked her throat, but she was still begging for mercy, Yun Lan could hear a strong sound on the ground, obviously the woman had begun to kowtow and beg for mercy.

The man seemed to feel useful, and his approach slowed down considerably. The woman sensed that it was effective, and continued to beg for mercy, knocking harder.

The man's footsteps were getting closer and closer to the woman, and the woman stared at the man with anxiety, her whole body limp from the extreme fright, and she could not exert any strength except trembling.

Yun Lan could hear the man's footsteps finally stop, and then, she heard the man let out a low chuckle and replied in a hoarse voice: "But...... I wanted the most ......"

"It's your life......"

"No, no——!!!!!"

The sound of the blade piercing the fabric and flesh came, the woman's screams were like sharp steel needles stuck in the eardrums of every listener, and the mournful screams echoed in the viewing room for a long time and refused to disperse.

The temperature is getting colder and colder, and the temperature in the viewing hall has dropped no longer as simple as cool. The cold wind began to shuttle between the spectators without any scruples, and then, Xiao Hei let out a frightened soft cry, and his body trembled. Yun Lan looked around, but found that the audience around her, who originally looked normal, had become bloody.

The fresh and full body is shrunk like a skin bag with dry bones, and the corpse is dotted and dead. The lifeless bodies hissed, shouting, praising and laughing wickedly.

The originally silent theater was filled with this sudden and inexplicable change for a while.

What happened?! Yun Lan didn't expect such a change, her eyes immediately swept to the man who was leaning on the stairs in the same row, and the man also looked at all this with a shocked face, but he didn't dare to say anything, Yun Lan saw that he was holding a black dagger with a purple streamer pattern in his hand tightly.

At that moment, the camera, which had been standing still, moved, and it finally passed through the door of the master bedroom and came inside.

The scenes inside are also exposed to the audience's field of vision. The man was crouching in front of the woman's corpse at the moment, holding a sharp knife that had just been pulled out of the woman's chest.

The woman's face was frozen with facial features distorted by fear, and those originally beautiful eyes were now widened to the limit, and the gray pupils were constricted to a point, and they were forever frozen in that most desperate moment.

The blood escaped from the knife, and the smile on the man's face became more and more evil and perverted.

"Dead...... Dare to stare at me...... What qualifications do you have, glaring at me? Well? The man muttered to himself at the corpse, then raised his knife sharply and stabbed it at the round eyes!

Blood and unidentified liquid splattered out, scraped against the walls, splashed sheets, sprayed on the man's face, and flowed everywhere.

The corpse-like audience let out even more unbridled squeals and praises, as if admiring some exquisite masterpiece.