Summoning Infinite Movie

Seeing the things in Pickled Fish's hand, Jiang Jibei smiled: "No wonder you kept the bag so tightly, you are such a clever little ghost."

"Using drones is much more convenient." Chi Xian said.

Pickled Fish took out the drone accessories from his backpack one by one: "Using a thermal imaging lens, when it's cold at night, it should be easy to observe the large-scale crowd gathered in the circus."

At the end, he took out a few lenses and a tablet computer: "However... Although this vertical and horizontal m300 is the drone with the longest battery life I can find, the battery life is only one hour."

Jiang Jibei's eyes fell on the pile of accessories: "It is enough. Although the technology is not comparable to our era, in 2021, in a small place like Phnom Penh, it is more than enough to find a circus."

"Can it be used during the day?" Ding Hui stared curiously at the small ball-like drone.

"Yes," Pickled Fish replied without thinking, "Within [-] kilometers, the returned images are fairly clear."

He turned on the computer, swiped a few times, and shared a screen return software to the discussion group: "Install this software and you can see the real-time return screen."

"Let's eat first." Jiang Jibei looked away confidently, picked up the knife and fork, "We will discuss the next step after the four of them arrive at the hotel."

When Duan Geng and the others rushed to the hotel, Jiang Jibei and the others had already slumped on the sofa for half the night.

Hearing the sound of the door opening from outside, Chi Xian sharply opened his eyes.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed Jiang Jibei's face leaning on his shoulder with the back of his hand.

The room opposite the door was booked for them by Pickled Fish.

Jiang Jibei was a light sleeper, and woke up as soon as Chi Xian touched him, and sat up straight with sleepy eyes: "Are they here?"

Chi Xian pressed the lighting remote control a few times, and the wall lamps and chandeliers immediately poured out bright white light. Feeling the light change, Pickled Fish and Ding Hui also opened their eyes.

"Just arrived." Chi Xian put down the remote control and looked at his phone, "Editor Cui said he will come over after packing his luggage."

Just as he was talking, a message popped up in the discussion group.

Duan Qiannian: Brothers and sisters, are you awake?

There was a light and regular knock on the door. Jiang Jibei heard it familiarly, and recalled the way Editor Cui knocked on the door.

He stood up resolutely, straightened his clothes, stretched out his hand to tuck his golden-brown hair behind his ears, and opened the door a small crack.

Editor Cui's face appeared outside the door. Although his face was exhausted, his eyes were full of radiance: "Good morning, Teacher Ji."

Duan Geng, Cang Cang and the translator followed behind him.

Although Duan Geng looked energetic, his speech was listless, like a gnawed pumpkin: "There are already a lot of materials, let me rest..."

Cang Cang seemed to be about to fall asleep standing up, struggling with the eyelids covering his eyes: "Hi..."

Another translator who was paid to work was even more depressed.

Editor Cui turned sideways and signaled the three people behind to go in first: "Don't delay, these clues are very important."

"Come in first." Jiang Jibei opened the door, "Eat something first?"

"Eat! Eat!" Duan Geng's belly sounded a very appropriate "Gu——".

After staring at them entering the room, Editor Cui stepped into the room: "Then eat something."

Most of the meals brought by the waiter have not been touched, and they are just enough for the four of them to have a good meal.

Just when Jiang Jibei turned around and ordered pickled cabbage and fish hot dishes, Editor Cui took out a mobile phone in a sealed bag from his pocket.

There is no doubt that this mobile phone was left by a group of people in Laos.

Editor Cui looked at Jiang Jibei, then at Chi Xian.

In this trip to Southeast Asia, the leader who has the absolute dominance must be the initiator Jiang Jibei. Logically speaking, he should give the clue to Jiang Jibei.

But now Jiang Jibei was talking to Pickled Fish, so Editor Cui turned his gaze and landed on Chi Xian's face.

The young man in front of him was tall and straight, with straight shoulders and no expression on his handsome face. His blue eyes were like a sea covered with ice and snow, and the calm sea was filled with a sense of indifference and alienation like fog.

Even if he didn't say a word, just standing there, his whole body exuded awe-inspiring righteousness from the inside out.

The moment they looked at each other, Editor Cui decisively handed over the sealed bag to the reliable priest: "This is the mobile phone we found."

"En." Chi Xian didn't say much, he took the sealed bag from Editor Cui, took out the phone from inside, and tried to press the lock screen.

The charge shows 80%.

To his surprise, the phone's password verification interface popped up for two seconds, then suddenly closed and automatically switched to the operation home page.

He raised his eyebrows, raised his head slightly, and glanced at Editor Cui.

Editor Cui stood in front of Chi Xian and watched him operate without changing his face, as if it was only natural that the phone could be automatically unlocked.

You don't need to ask, it must be that they used a special method to crack the mobile phone password after charging the mobile phone.

Jiang Jibei led everyone back to the living room.

There were four more people, and the originally deserted room suddenly became lively, pickled cabbage fish was busy heating up the meal, Cang Cang and Duan Geng were paralyzed on the sofa waiting to be fed, the translator huddled in the corner, staring at everyone vigilantly, as if someone As if to persecute him.

The remaining three gathered together to check the photos left by the Laotian group.

Editor Cui took back the mobile phone from Chi Xian, opened the positioning software, and asked Jiang Jibei to confirm that it was the mobile phone left by the Lao guide.

There are a lot of photos in the guide's mobile phone album, most of which are scenic spots and various snacks, and some photos taken for tourists. These photos are all brightly colored. Even if they are taken at night, there will be bright lights in the picture.

Only four of the photographs were styled out of tune with the others.

Editor Cui clicked on a dark photo: "Looking at it in chronological order, this is most likely the first photo they secretly took when they entered the circus after buying tickets."

Duan Gengwo stood opposite them, heard their conversation, and added with his eyelids stretched: "We have observed it carefully, it is pure black, it means that we didn't shoot it."

Jiang Jibei swipe to the right.

The second photo was taken hastily. Sections of iron rods stand in the picture, and dark veils hang down from the air. It may be that the photographer’s hands are shaking, and the space in the picture is cut into a floating black maze. .

It looked a bit like the backstage of a circus, with a few thick pipes strung together to the top of the tent, and a gray curtain was hung on it, and the closed curtain blocked the auditorium.

On the darkened stage, only a group of blurred figures could be seen huddled together.

"What is this shot?" Pickled Fish poked his head out from behind the sofa.

The people on the sofa were huddled together and the food was hot, so he had to move his equipment to his room and spin around the room like a spinning top.

Chi Xian moved to Jiang Jibei's side, and naturally put his hand around Jiang Jibei's waist to make room for the pickled fish: "Backstage."

Editor Cui noticed the intimacy between the two, not surprisingly, he has long seen that the relationship between the two is unusual: "There is no key information, the key is the next one."

"Yes." Cang Cang said sullenly, "Among those actors, there is a child who can't see his face clearly, but he is dressed very much like..."

When it came to who she looked like, she became slurred and muttered to herself.

Her words made Jiang Jibei look at the photo seriously, and there was indeed a child in the photo.

The child stood between two tall and thin men, the upper body was blurred, only the lower body could be seen clearly, wearing a gauze skirt with white clouds printed on it.

Jiang Jibei raised her eyes and looked at Cang Cang. She who had just been cured by the food didn't know what to think, and she returned to the distraught appearance before entering the door.

Everyone may have their own secrets, he had expected this a long time ago, and without asking further, he swipe to the right again.

"It's the rebirth cloth." Ding Hui said firmly after seeing the thing in the middle of the picture.

I don't know where the person who took the photo sneaked in. In the middle of the photo, there is a piece of white cloth hanging down to the ground. The pattern on it is clear and weird, exactly the same as the pattern recorded in Puchai's video tape.

Knowing that the person who took the photo couldn't answer his question, Pickle Fish stared at the photo and still couldn't help muttering, "Where did they go..."

In the dark place right in front of the white cloth, several red eyes are staring at the camera like ghosts.

It is certain that the Lao group was discovered when this photo was taken.

The last photo was taken of the yellow mud road. The ending of the annihilation of the whole army made the picture recorded when they ran away at high speed even more desperate.

After reading the photos, the people in the living room fell silent.

After a few seconds of silence, Jiang Jibei looked around and said, "Some of our fellow travelers have unfortunately died. If anyone wants to retreat, it is best to quit now."

Hearing his words, the translator stood up abruptly, ran away, and slammed the door loudly: "What kind of monsters are you people?!"

Except for the translator, the others sat motionless on the sofa and watched him run away silently.

Even Cang Cang, who Jiang Jibei thought would choose to leave, is adjusting his mentality at this time, sitting on the sofa and doing pep exercises: "Don't panic when encountering difficulties—"

The rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, observing the expressions on other people's faces inquiringly, and then exchanged understanding glances.

Those who stay are all movie experiencers, or film assistants.

Screening out people who shouldn't show up can be said to be down to business.

Jiang Jibei stood up: "There is one thing that I want to explain to you all."

All eyes fell on his face immediately.

The morning light outside the white window screen and the chandelier above cast gentle light on the young man at the same time, coating his golden-brown curly hair with a thin layer of light, and the delicate facial features seemed to have been given a soft light effect, even with the expression between his brows It also stretches softly.

But his words carried an absolutely dominant force.

"I have two props in my hand." Jiang Jibei called out his props with his heart voice.

A red kit and a card with a pattern of human internal organs appeared out of thin air, suspended in mid-air in front of him, glowing all over.

"Can it still be like this?" Duan Geng was very interested in that card, "A pair of human internal organs? Can it be used to make soup?"

The others stared at Jiang Jibei, waiting for what he would say next.

Chi Xian stood up and handed a cloth bag to Jiang Jibei.

"In addition to these two things, Ding Hui's master Pu Chai gave me this thing." Jiang Jibei took the bag, took out the fabric Pu Chai gave from inside, unfolded it, and showed it to everyone, "Ding Hui said, the above The spell has the effect of imprisoning the soul."

Ding Hui on the side nodded, corroborating his statement.

Editor Cui crossed his arms and stared at the fabric in Jiang Jibei's hands with great interest: "So you asked me for that thing the other day just for...?"

"Yes." Jiang Jibei turned to look at him, and raised the corners of his lips.

"Brother Ji, I'm a psychic, so I should be able to help you." Ding Hui said.

Chi Xian sat back on the sofa. Although he didn't speak, everyone present already knew his attitude.

Duan Geng and Pickled Fish looked at each other in confusion, "What the hell are they talking about" written on one face, and "I don't know, I seem to be excluded" on the other.

"What?" The bewildered Cang Cang finally couldn't help asking, "What kind of charades are you playing?"

Jiang Jibei put the fabric in his hand on the table and looked at them sincerely: "I need everyone's help."

Jiang Jibei divided everyone into two groups.

One group consisted of him, Chi Xian, Ding Hui, and Editor Cui, and the second group consisted of Duan Geng, Cang Cang, and Pickled Fish. Each of the two groups had tasks and acted separately.

During the time when Jiang Jibei and the four hid in the room and worked hard, the remaining members of the second group were not idle.

With drones and receivers, they began to observe the landforms of Phnom Penh from the Toul Kork area.

On the first day, the three returned without success.

The colors of the Toul Kork houses have not been uniformly planned. Looking from the air, they look like a colorful terraced field.Among the low-rise buildings, occasionally a few buildings rose from the ground. The drone originally went around automatically, but was controlled by the pickled fish to fly to a higher place until the top floors of all the buildings could be observed.

No matter the three people who went out or the four people who stayed in the hotel, they all downloaded the screen return software shared by Pickled Fish.

Seeing the sauerkraut fish flying higher and higher in the postback screen, the busy Chi Xian finally couldn't bear it and sent a message.

Chi Xian: "@酸菜鱼, look for places with open spaces in the suburbs, do you expect the circus to be on the roof?"

This sentence enlightened the pickled fish.

Pickled Fish: "I see, I can roughly confirm the location of the open space on the satellite map first."

Pickled Fish: "Brother Chi Xian, you are so wise, I admire you so much!"

Chi Xian: "..."

The editor didn't ask for pickled cabbage fish, but only sent a kind smile to Duan Geng.

Editor Cui: "[/Smile] Teacher Duan, are you really looking for a circus?"

Seeing the death talisman on the phone, Duan Geng's expression twisted immediately, and his ghostly look scared away the ninth professional beggar who came over because he saw the expensive equipment in their hands.

"This video is really good for a travel vlog, so don't waste it..." Cang Cang urged Pickle Fish to pass the video to her.

The next day, the second group also stayed in the hotel, using satellite maps to search for places in Phnom Penh where a circus could be held temporarily.

As dusk drew near, the pickled cabbage fish finally wailed in the discussion group.

Sauerkraut Fish: "It's not short of money, why is it so hard? You say I can hire a group of people to find it?"

Chi Xian: "Don't add extra problems."

Pickled Fish: "Sister Cangcang, use your omniscient fans to find a solution!"

Cang Cang: "I can't do it! Fans who can tell me everything I want to know are one-time consumption items!"

Chi Xian: "..."

Ding Hui: "Thank you for your hard work."

Editor Cui: “[/smile] Teacher Duan, you can write manuscripts when you don’t want to look at the map.”

Duan Qianqian: "[Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] Mr. Cui, you can't just talk about your innocence, I'm looking at the map seriously!"

As night approached, the second group left the hotel and headed to the suburbs with drones and thermal imaging cameras.

There is a large piece of green space in the suburbs that is divided into squares. They ruled out possible locations one after another. After a night of thermal imaging search, the three of them still found nothing.

They stood on the uninhabited pier blown by the morning breeze, holding their respective electronic devices to form sculptures.

The sun has risen, and the pickled cabbage fish is staring at the thermal image with dark circles under its eyes. "Could it be that this circus appeared like lightning when the time came?"

The drone is cruising at a constant speed, and the thermal imaging display shows all low-temperature objects.

"It's not quite right, I feel that there is...something in the picture just now." Cang Cang said suddenly.

Perhaps because of professional sensitivity, she strongly asked Pickle Fish to take back the drone, replace it with a daily high-definition lens, and fly back to watch it again.

Duan Geng reminded: "Use the quiet flight mode."

The drone that changed the lens flew back to the original place. In the picture, there were abandoned rowhouses on three sides surrounded by a withered yellow grassland, and a huge tent stood quietly in the grassland.

The real-time wind speed on the monitoring panel suddenly increased rapidly, and the drone shook dangerously, automatically turning on the wind resistance mode to adjust the center of gravity.

When the camera was aimed at the tent in the clearing again, a black figure suddenly flashed across the screen.

"There is something!" Duan Geng called, "Is it a bird?"

As soon as the voice fell, a human face suddenly appeared in the picture, and a pair of eyes stared straight at them, as close as if they were directly in front of the camera!

The sudden scene frightened Cang Cang almost to stop his heartbeat: "Ah! What is this?!"

No one knows how the face with festering sores appeared in front of the camera. The owner of the face seemed to be flying backwards in the sky, confronting the drone in the air in a strange posture.

Facing the camera, she raised the corners of her mouth and smiled sinisterly, revealing a mouthful of pale fangs that were constantly oozing blood.

Recognizing the owner of the face, the pickled cabbage fish yelled: "It's pork belly chicken!"