Aoba Office

The deserted grassland gave people a strange and ominous feeling. I don’t know if this is my true feeling, or if I have this perception because I heard Wu Ling’s words in the previous audio and learned about the curse.

The camera begins to move forward along the wide dirt road. The camera kept looking at the barren grassland.

The wind blew, and the grass blades swayed and rustled. Because of the large area, the rustling sound could be heard from far away and was recorded on DV.

Along with this sound and the footsteps of the three people, the grassland got closer and closer.

When the wind gets stronger and pushes the grass down, you can see what seems to be some kind of building in the center of the deserted grassland.

There was a sound of brushing, as if someone unfolded the paper.

"Going straight ahead from here, there will be a small road. It was cleared out by the police last time. There should be traces here as well. When they were looking for people, they used a dragnet to find them, and a lot of weeds were removed. "Wu Ling said.

The camera turned and did not stop on Wu Ling's body. It continued down and landed on the paper in her hand.

The paper looked like scratch paper, of poor quality, and had been folded.

A simple map was drawn on it, marking out the wasteland and surrounding buildings. There is a row of houses in the middle of the wasteland, and extending outward from the row of houses is a straight road.

"The road was originally cut out of a labor camp, but it was abandoned and weeds grew up at the back. It should have been cleared after what happened last time."

The camera returns to the grassland and extends into the distance.

There is nothing special about the picture.

The camera dropped to the ground again. The wild grassland next to it is obviously shorter than this dirt road, with no roadbed and no traces of people walking on it.

The rustling sound continued, but became lighter.

The wind dropped.

The video is very quiet, except for these sounds, there is nothing else.

This continued for a while, and the sound of footsteps changed.

"Not here yet?" Ye Qing's voice came out.

The camera turned and swept across Ye Qing's mosaic face, then landed on the grassland.

Wu Ling pondered, "According to what Mr. Zhao said, we should be here almost. The time we leave...should be here."

The camera continues to search, sometimes capturing the way they came.

This road seems extremely long, without beginning or end, stretching endlessly. However, from the direction they came, they could see the farmyards in the village, but the direction they were heading in was really endless, and they could only see the horizon.

"It seems that we were tricked." Wu Ling's tone was not so sure.

The wind blew and the grass shook violently. After shaking back and forth for a few times, it was pressed down.

The house in the center of the wasteland was revealed again.

This time, the direction seems to be to the left of Aoba and the others, exactly to the left, without any angle.

"Heh..." Ye Qing laughed, "It's quite interesting."

After he said this, two footsteps came from the video screen.

"Let's go."

Following Ye Qing's words, the camera followed.

Ye Qing had already stepped into the grassland, stretched out his hands to push away the grass, and stepped forward.

Wu Ling followed him, and behind them, the camera followed.

"Boss, do you need me to come in front?" Liu Miao asked.

"No need." Ye Qing replied.

Ye Qing walked at the front, but he did not play a role in clearing the way.

I don’t know what kind of plants these weeds are. They stand upright, but they seem to have soft qualities.

Ye Qing and Wu Ling brushed the weeds away. They were like tumblers, except that the swaying curves were as soft as themselves and would not rebound like plants like bamboo.

In this case, there is no way to talk about clearing the way.

As Qingye and the others stepped into the weeds, only the backs of Wu Ling and Ye Qing were left in the camera lens, as well as countless weeds.

Those weeds were swaying like this, flickering and never stopping.

The wind stopped at some point.

The progress bar of the video advanced for ten minutes, and the unchanged picture ended.

When Ye Qing brushed away the weeds again, the camera image suddenly became clear. He paused and stepped out. Wu Ling also walked out of the weeds. Finally, there is Liu Miao holding a DV.

The screen brightened up, revealing a row of bungalows under the sun.

These bungalows are very old, with three floors, and are almost the same as simple board houses. The walls peeled off, revealing masonry stained black.

There are no weeds growing around the house because the ground here is no longer land, but cement.

The cement floor was covered with dust and not very smooth. In some places, there were dents. I don’t know if some heavy vehicle had driven over or if something heavy had fallen.

The camera panned around.

This place... feels more ominous.

With a swipe sound, Wu Ling seemed to take out a simple hand-drawn map again.

"The time is wrong." Wu Ling said, "It should take some time to go."

"Is this also part of the curse? Is there such a curse?" Liu Miao asked.

"Normally speaking, the curse can at most cause confusion in our memory. The machine should not be affected." Wu Ling turned to look at the camera.

Liu Miao suddenly realized.

The video screen moved slightly downwards, facing Wu Ling's legs.

Liu Miao's voice sounded again: "Only more than ten minutes have passed. The recording time is only more than ten minutes."

Camera movement.

Wu Ling turned his wrist and looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Same." She said.

"Then this is..." Liu Miao pointed the camera at the open space.

"Someone keeps pace with the times and invents a new curse, or it is not a man-made curse. In another case, when we observe these machines, we also have hallucinations." Wu Ling said.

"Boss, which one do you think it is?" Liu Miao asked, focusing the camera on Ye Qing's back.

Since arriving here, the camera has caught Ye Qing several times, always looking at the bungalow.

"The first and the second kind." Ye Qing answered firmly and walked towards the bungalow.

"Why?" Liu Miao was confused.

"Intuition." Ye Qing still gave the answer directly.

The three people had arrived in front of the bungalow.

The door of the bungalow is a large rusty iron door. It looks heavy but has no protective effect.

There was no lock on it, and the door handles were a little off.

Ye Qing pressed his hand on the door panel, and with a strong force, the door made a harsh squeaking sound.

The sound seemed to carry far away.

Outside the camera, there seemed to be a loud sound of weeds being blown by the strong wind.

"Hmm." Liu Miao's voice became strange, and she probably covered her mouth and nose, "This smell..."

Wu Ling's voice also changed a bit, "Moldy smell, and..."

The door was pushed open by Ye Qing, and the room was dark.

Liu Miao turned on the flash on the DV, and the room was instantly illuminated.

At the same time, there was also a long shadow hitting the wall of the room.

The boy standing on the ground was slightly chubby, with his head raised and his eyes open. There was blood all over his body, spreading out from under his feet, like several divergent streams, and like several ferocious tentacles, extending all the way to the foot of the four walls.