Aoba Office

The lens seems to be placed in a mountain forest, and it is a handheld camera without a device to stabilize the camera.

The picture shakes as people move around, and the captured mountain scenery also shakes.

There are birds chirping, insects chirping, wind blowing, and unknown rustling sounds.

Suddenly, a voiceover sounded.

It was Gu Mo's voice.

"That doesn't sound right."

The screen pauses.

Nangong Yao asked: "Have you heard other voices?"

"No, no, it's these environmental sounds. They are all in front of the camera. Where the camera passes, there is no sound behind the camera."

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

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

"Does this require professional radio and playback equipment to hear it?" Nangong Yao asked.

"If this video is what that person saw and heard, then it is professional equipment. The human ear is enough to distinguish the direction and distance of the sound. As for the playback equipment...my ears are also professional." Gu Mo said proudly. .

"The computer speakers are right in front." Liu Miao asked doubtfully.

"Hey, I can't explain it to a layman like you who has no talent." Gu Mo said.

"Okay, stop yelling." Liu Miao said angrily.

"Hey, idiot kid..." Gu Mo wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Nangong Yao.

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

Gu Mo replied: "That should be it."

The conversation is like a commentary track, but the video playback is paused.

After the conversation ends, the video continues to play.

Listening carefully, you can vaguely hear that the sounds in the environment are somewhat distant, as if they are coming from far ahead.

The camera finally left the mountain forest and stood on the edge of the cliff, taking pictures of the farmland in the village at the foot of the mountain.

The camera looks down.

A pair of feet were exposed, and next to them was a stone that was mostly covered by green grass and fallen leaves.

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

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

The wind blows and scatters the dust.

A pale woman's hand reached out to the stone and wiped away the mud.

The shape of the stone statue is a bit abstract, but you can vaguely tell that it is a woman with long hair, large eyes and double eyelids. Among the facial features, only the eyes are specially carved.

A brief snowflake screen appeared on the screen.

The next second, the camera fell down the mountain, looking up at the forest.

There was a little light flashing in the forest.

A woman shouted something, raised her hand, and pointed at the mountain fire.

Snowflakes appear on the screen again.

The picture returned to before.

The pale hand moved away from the stone statue.

The stone statue rotates and faces down the mountain, like a guardian looking at the village below.

The pale hand pointed towards the village.

Same angle, different picture.

A whirring sound sounded from outside the screen, mixed with a crackling sound.

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

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

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

That hand was never put away, it was raised in the fire, always facing the village.

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

The flame reached the foot of the mountain in the blink of an eye, and opened a surrounding net, surrounding the village as if it had wisdom.

A faint sigh came from the video.

Flames swept across the screen.

swish swish...

The screen fell into a snowflake screen again.

The snowflake screen lasted a bit long this time.

When the picture reappeared, the camera was placed indoors.

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

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the camera. After letting out a strange cry, he rolled back from the sofa and crawled back on his hands and feet.

The camera moves and gets closer to Zhang Dongliang step by step.

"Don't come over! Don't come over! Ah!" Zhang Dongliang shouted.

The camera suddenly jumped forward and rushed into Zhang Dongliang's shouting mouth.

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

It's still in the living room, but the camera lens has become lower and seems to have turned 180 degrees.

The camera slowly raised, and Zhang Dongliang's figure could be seen in the reflection of the glass cabinet next to him. There was a look of horror on his face, and he walked forward stiffly.

The camera walks out of the living room and into the entrance hall.

In the picture, the action of changing shoes was captured.

The door was opened, and the camera continued to move outside, waiting in front of the elevator, taking the elevator downstairs, walking out of the community, walking all the way, and entering another community.

The camera moved forward slowly, entering a building in the community, going up the stairs, stopping at the door of a room, taking out the key and opening the door.

This door and the entrance and living room behind it are all familiar.

The camera continued to move, entering the equally familiar toilet, and then moved to the familiar bedroom, picking up the small mirror on the dressing table.

The camera returned to the toilet. He squatted down in front of the glove cabinet opposite the toilet, carefully placed the mirror in the glove cabinet, and adjusted the angle.

The camera is facing the mirror.

Zhang Dongliang's frightened and desperate face occupied most of the frame in the mirror and camera.

The video was suddenly paused, giving a close-up of Zhang Dongliang's eyes.

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

Among the layers of reflections, in one layer, Zhang Dongliang’s eyes are a pair of big female eyes.

The video resumed normal playback.

Zhang Dongliang stepped back.

What was reflected in the mirror was almost the same as what was captured on the toilet camera.

Zhang Dongliang knelt in front of the mirror, tears streaming down his face.

A sob rose in his throat.

Zhang Dongliang raised his hand.

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

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

"Ah ah ah -" Zhang Dongliang screamed.

He remained in this kneeling position.

The video fast forwarded. After a while, Zhang Dongliang suddenly fell to the ground.

The moment he fell, a screen of snowflakes flashed across the screen again.