Summoning Infinite Movie

The rotten face of the pork belly chicken only appeared in front of the camera for a few seconds, and then disappeared without a trace.

The drone shook a few times, and the picture returned to calm, as if it was just their illusion.

"Who is Pork Belly Chicken?" Duan Geng asked Pickled Fish, "Do you know him?"

"It's a friend of mine." The sauerkraut fish quickly recovered his composure, "It's Ruan Ming's daughter, Ruan Nan."

When they met at the Phnom Penh Hotel, Jiang Jibei told the three members of the Burmese team in detail what he had found in Thailand, including Ruan Ming and Ruan Nan's father and daughter.

Duan Geng immediately thought of the tattooed woman in Jiang Jibei's live video, and the ghost-masked man who appeared downstairs in his house he mentioned: "Is it the ghost-masked man that Brother Ji once said?"

"Xiao Ji said that she has no entity, she can't be hit, and she can teleport." Cang Cang showed a curious expression, "So what we saw just now...is a ghost?"

"Ruan Nan may be a ghost," the pickled cabbage fish lowered his eyes, fiddling with the instrument in his hand, "but the pork belly chicken is not."

"But now we have found the location of the circus." Duan Geng brought the topic back on track, "First confirm the coordinates, and then go back to the hotel to find Xiao Ji and the others. Time is running out, let's hurry up."

After finishing their work, the second group returned to the hotel. Pickled Cabbage Fish took out the room card and swiped to open the door.

It is morning now, but the room is as dark as late at night, not only are the lights not turned on, but even the curtains are closed tightly, preventing half of the light from coming in.

There was no one else in the living room, and the atmosphere was eerily quiet, only the breathing of the three of them could be heard.

Duan Geng, who followed at the end, closed the door at this time.

With a soft "pop", the only light was cut off outside the door.

The three of them stood at the entrance without turning on the light. Pickled Cabbage Fish turned on the screen of his mobile phone. With the help of the weak light, he just raised his foot and wanted to move forward, but he didn't know what he stepped on. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. .

Fortunately, Duan Geng was quick-witted and grabbed his arm.

Pickled cabbage fish stabilized his body, swept his mobile phone to the ground in shock, a head suddenly appeared at his feet, and two dull eyes stared at him!

Just looking at the grimace of the tattooed woman "Ruan Nan" from afar, now seeing the real head, Cang Cang fiercely stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and pressed the scream back into his throat.

"Don't be afraid." The pickled cabbage fish said, "This is the head of the statue."

As soon as the words were finished, the closed door of the master bedroom suddenly opened, and a dazzling light instantly poured into the darkness.

The three narrowed their eyes and looked towards the light source.

The person who came out was Editor Cui, holding a strangely shaped candle in his hand.

Seeing the three people standing blankly at the entrance, Editor Cui stopped in surprise, and then reached out to close the door, the light was suddenly weakened: "You're back so soon?"

The face of the middle-aged man was reflected by the dim candlelight, and there was a bit of ghostly aura.

Taking a closer look, the candle in his hand was carved into a lifelike statue of a god.

"We found a clue." Duan Geng answered in a breathless voice, afraid of disturbing the people in the room, "How is Xiao Ji?"

Before Editor Cui could answer, the door was pulled open again, and Ding Hui appeared behind Editor Cui with exhaustion on his face.

Her face was pale, her lips were pale, her face was covered with sweat, and her hair was wet on her forehead.

Hearing the movement, Editor Cui turned around and reached out to support Ding Hui.

"The ceremony is complete, now we have to wait for Brother Ji to wake up." Ding Hui replied for Editor Cui.

Several people breathed a sigh of relief, but after a few seconds of relief, their expressions became solemn again.

"There are only a dozen hours left until the circus starts." Cang Cang said worriedly, "If Xiao Ji doesn't wake up, and we fail—"

"Bah, bah, bah." Pickled cabbage fish hurriedly said.

"No," Ding Hui raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, and said wearily, "Ji Geji has his own heaven."

"Where's our Taoist priest?" Cang Cang asked.

"Stay with Teacher Ji inside." Editor Cui held up a candle at the right time to light the way for them, "Go sit on the sofa and tell us your clues."

Behind the closed master bedroom door.

The two layers of curtains were tightly drawn, as if afraid of seeing light, and a thick black cloth was hung in front of the window to isolate all natural light sources.

Some joss sticks and talisman papers were piled up in a mess on the ground, and several palm-sized statues of gods were placed on the head of the bed. On the huge bed, the snow-white quilt was spread flat, and there seemed to be a slightly raised figure underneath.

The only light in the room came from the bathroom.

The bathroom was not turned on, but there was a tall candlestick against the wall, filled with strangely shaped candles.

In the flickering candlelight, a naked man was soaking in the bathtub. His head was covered with a piece of white fabric with mantras and scriptures written on it, and a few white warp threads were tied around his neck to fix the cover. Fabric on the head.

A yellow incense stick was inserted upside down in front of the bathtub.

Undoubtedly, this place has been arranged as a place for evocation of spirits, and a three-day ritual has just been completed.

Chi Xian sat in the corner of the bathroom, staring at the man in the bathtub motionlessly.

Time passed minute by minute.

Suddenly, the man's finger on the edge of the bathtub moved slightly.

Catching this subtle movement, Chi Xian immediately got up, took a step, and walked quickly to the bathtub, knelt down on one knee, and gently held the man's hand that was as cold as a corpse.

"Brother," he called out in a low voice, "are you alright?"

The answer to Chi Xian was a long silence.

Just when uncontrollable anxiety and worry appeared in Chi Xian's eyes, the hand he was holding tightly finally moved slightly.

The man soaked in the bathtub gasped heavily as if awakened suddenly, his chest trembling violently.

Immediately, Jiang Jibei's hoarse voice came from under the fabric: "...Successful?"

Receiving a response, Chi Xian quickly untied the warp thread wrapped around Jiang Jibei's neck, and took off the fabric covering his face: "Successful. Are you okay?"

Along with his picking movements, Jiang Jibei's face appeared under the fabric, illuminated by the candlelight, handsome but extremely pale.

Flickered by the dazzling candlelight, Jiang Jibei subconsciously closed his eyes, his chest soaked in the water was still rising and falling: "Today... what date is it?"

"On the 26th, it is twelve o'clock at noon."

"Great..." Jiang Jibei's eyelashes were stained with tiny drops of water, trembling slightly, "Catch up."

Regardless of the fact that he would get soaked, Chi Xian hugged him horizontally from the bathtub: "I'll carry you out first."

Jiang Jibei leaned against Chi Xian's arms completely exhausted, allowing him to carry him out of the bathroom.

September 2021, 9, 27:3 am, Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Jiang Jibei and his party appeared near the triangle open space.

On the barren grass, a huge tent shone with flickering lights.

Everyone walked like flying, and in order to make themselves less prominent in the crowd, they all wore black clothes and hats.

After waking up, Jiang Jibei rested for a long time, and now he has basically recovered his physical strength, and followed Chi Xian closely.

To their surprise, a lot of people gathered at the gate of the circus, which was deserted several times. Looking from a distance, it looked like a crowded market.

"How come there are so many people?" Cang Cang was dumbfounded.

Chi Xian frowned, and quickly scanned the people nearby: "Could it be that they all received the invitation letter?"

Duan Geng looked around, picked out a group of Chinese-looking people, and picked out one of them: "Please ask me something, have you also received the invitation letter?"

The person who was picked out seemed to have just woken up, with his eyelids open in a daze, and his expression looked confused.

Hearing Duan Geng's angry voice, he shuddered: "Eh... I don't really remember, I seem to remember that there is a circus here..."

After replying, he walked into the circus tent as if he was sleepwalking.

Not far away, Editor Cui was using translation software to communicate with people.

After asking about a dozen people, he thoughtfully walked back to Jiang Jibei and the others.

"So many people were invited." Cang Cang muttered as he watched him jostle around in the crowd, "If we had known that the circus cast a wide net, we wouldn't have to spend so much effort to find it..."

"Brother Ji, Brother Chixian, I always feel that some people look familiar..." The pickled cabbage fish moved closer to Jiang Jibei.

He dug out the corpse photos posted by the mysterious accounts saved in his mobile phone, held up his mobile phone, and compared them with the faces in the crowd one by one: "Look at the man with the flat nose, doesn't he look very, very similar?"

Before setting off, Pickled Fish deliberately dimmed the brightness of the phone screen, and Jiang Jibei had to get closer to see it clearly.

He looked at the picture on the screen for a while, and at the person the pickled cabbage fish was pointing at quietly, and said with a frown, "It's really quite similar."

Why does the invited audience look like the corpse in the photo?

Jiang Jibei suddenly remembered that on the invitation letter, the theme of the circus this time was "Night of the Living Dead".

At this time, Editor Cui interrupted his thoughts: "I just asked a dozen people, and they either have been to the circus before, or they have some vague impressions of the circus. I think it's a little abnormal, everyone careful."

Jiang Jibei nodded, and turned to look at everyone: "After entering, we may not care about other people, everyone stay calm, if there is really danger, we will use any means."

"it is good."

"clear."

After giving a response, the crowd quickly dispersed.

They merged into the crowd secretly, as they had agreed before, making themselves look like ordinary spectators.

While queuing up, Jiang Jibei felt that Chi Xian beside him took two deep breaths silently.

"Xiao Daoist, are you nervous?" Jiang Jibei raised his hand and patted his lower back, and said with a smile, "If there are ghosts and goblins in the circus, it's up to you."

The triangular clearing where the circus was located was dark at the moment, except for the light leaking from the tent and the light from the entrance lights, only the moonlight shone palely on the withered grass.

Chi Xian's thoughts are not here.

He gave a barely audible "hmm", his azure eyes reflecting the moonlight were as cold as ice, and he stared at the entrance of the circus.

Jiang Jibei knew what Chi Xian was worried about.

When he was at the entrance toll booth last time, he had a face-to-face meeting with Ruan Ming. Now that Ruan Dulan himself came, the atmosphere before the meeting was even more tense.

Fortunately, this time, there was no toll point set up at the entrance, and there were no billboards, and no one even stopped Cang Cang from holding up his camera to record around.

The black veil hangs at the entrance, swaying in the night like the tentacles of the moon jellyfish, gently accepting everyone and everything that visits.

Passing through the veil, unlike Jiang Jibei's first experience at the circus, what greeted everyone was a brightly lit stage.

The auditorium was neatly laid out around the stage, and the staff, wearing ethnic masks, graciously invited visitors to take their seats.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the crowd ahead, as if someone accidentally fell to the ground.

"I'll go to the backstage to see if Ruan Nan is pork belly chicken..." Pickled cabbage fish didn't bother to finish speaking, and seized this opportunity to disappear into the crowd.

Cang Cang held the camera and squeezed to the first row to sit.

Jiang Jibei, Chi Xian and Ding Hui chose the sixth row near the aisle, Chi Xian sat on the outermost side, and Jiang Jibei sat between Ding Hui and Chi Xian.

After taking his seat, Jiang Jibei did not see Duan Geng and Editor Cui.

He looked back and found them standing expressionlessly in the penultimate row, near the exit.

This is a temporary team, but they don't expect them to go up the mountain of swords and into the sea of ​​fire.

Jiang Jibei turned his head, looked left and right, and estimated that there were more than 500 spectators at the scene.

There was a clown interactive hot spot next to the stage, and the atmosphere was jubilant and lively. Jiang Jibei found that after the visitors who had been dazed outside the tent just now were seated, they turned into ordinary audiences one by one.

Some of them chatted and cheered, some ate melon seeds to share snacks, and some held up their mobile phones, making the flashes flash continuously in the theater.

Normal to creepy, warm enough to make the hair stand on end.

Ding Hui carried out the concept of blending into the masses, took out a box of chocolates from her satchel, and ate them naturally.

She not only ate it by herself, but also patted Jiang Jibei beside her lightly: "Do you want to eat? Do you want to eat Chi Xian?"

"Thank you." Jiang Jibei took the chocolate with some confusion.

He glanced at Ding Hui, who was calm and composed, and recalled how she always hid behind the crowd in the third screening.

Three days away from Shi, when you look at it with admiration.

Jiang Jibei sighed inwardly, took out his phone, and glanced at the time.

The numbers on the screen jumped to show exactly [-]:[-].

With a "bang", the lights hanging under the iron beams were all dimmed, and the audience also fell silent.

In the dark, the screens of mobile phones and cameras are like stars.

On the pitch-black stage, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground could be clearly heard.

Cang Cang held the field and cheered: "Oh hoo!"

The people on stage responded: "Shhh-"

The dark red floor lamp was turned on, and accompanied by the piercing sound of the violin, the light beams gathered in the center of the stage, illuminating an old man wearing a peaked hat and a long yellow and white striped trench coat.

When the audience could see his face clearly, he raised his bow and brought it close to his lips.

"Shh-"

He looked down the stage and hissed softly again, the theater was so quiet that his breath and breath could be heard clearly.

Then, the old man raised his right foot and stomped lightly on the floor.

The heels seem to be custom-made, and they sound like drums on the wooden floor.

He played the violin again and sang folk songs, beating the time with his heels.

The long windbreaker fluttered in the air with his movements, and when the hem was raised, everyone was surprised to find that under the windbreaker, the old man actually had four legs!

The shoes on the four legs are of different styles, and when they are knocked on the wooden stage, there is the sound of thousands of people beating drums.

The windbreaker fell to the ground with his movements. Jiang Jibei took a closer look and found that there were two hands behind him!

One of the hands is playing the long-necked turtle piano, and the other is holding a musical instrument similar to the erhu. The three hands can move freely, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a prop or a deformity.

A ballad was coming to an end, and when the last line of the ballad was sung, the old man stayed in place, and the dark red floor lamps gathered on his body bloomed like a lotus flower.

The hands and feet of his body also fell off, and his hands still maintained the posture of playing, twitching on the ground as if they were cut off, and the extra pair of legs stepped on the floor blankly, and fell to the ground because of loss of balance.

Accompanied by the exclamation of the audience, a sly smile appeared on the old man's face.

The next second, the original limbs also left the body, and the old man turned into a terrifying human stick, his neck suddenly creaked and twisted, and the head rolled down to the ground after singing the last syllable.

The overhead light was on, and the spotlight followed the rolling head to the right side of the dark gray curtain.

A clown wearing a Buddha mask came on stage, playing a fat man with a huge belly on his waist and strangled to death by his overalls.

Seeing the head, the clown pretended to be surprised, and tried to pick up the head, but because he was too fat, he couldn't bend down, so he had to kick his head and walk to the front of the stage.

The clown looked around strangely and kicked the head to a lucky spectator in the front row.

The lucky audience screamed "Ow" and threw their heads back.

The clown took the head that flew from the sky, patted his stomach happily, and let out a "hee hee hee hee" laugh.

The stomach opened in response, and the clown took out several heads wearing ghost masks from the stomach, and finally took off his own head.

In the cheerful soundtrack, he performed the classic clown toss for everyone.

The audience watched the heads fly higher and higher. Suddenly, Jiang Jibei felt that something seemed to be flying towards him!

He reacted very quickly, and suddenly retracted his arm that was on the armrest.

At the same time, a puddle of brains hit the armrest with a "snap" and fell down sticky.

"Hmm..." Ding Hui took out the chocolate with her mouth, took out a tissue and wiped it, "Magic?"

This is also called magic?

Jiang Jibei turned to look at Chi Xian, who was looking at his phone boredly, chatting with Editor Cui in the back row.

The two of them seemed to have already made up their minds to sit in the back row. In the discussion group, they said they had brought binoculars.

Joyful and hellish programs were staged one after another.

At the beginning, the audience was surprised and scared, but as the performance gradually progressed, the atmosphere of the scene was also pushed to a frenzy.

Amidst the applause and cheers that shook the sky, the wooden floor lowered, and a dark pool of black water appeared in the center of the stage.

A huge iron frame descended from the sky, with flying black veils hanging on it, looking like a ghost ship drifting in an undercurrent.

The person standing at the bow gave an order, and the people standing on the iron frame pulled the sail rope made of steel cables together, sometimes stood up, sometimes half squatted, pulling the iron frame to shake in the air.

Jiang Jibei frowned, feeling that the voice on the stage was very familiar.

Suddenly, there was a violent tremor from one side of the seat.

What followed was Ding Hui's trembling sobs: "Si, gentle..."

Sven?Where is Sven from?

Jiang Jibei's heart tightened, following Ding Hui's gaze, he looked towards the bow of the ship in disbelief.

At the front of the iron frame, a man's figure was twisted and crooked, his broken glasses pierced his face like a bayonet.

With his eyes wide open and his vocal chords screaming decayingly, he plays a ghost captain wholeheartedly.

It looks like dead.

No, he is indeed dead, Jiang Jibei saw it with his own eyes.

Ding Hui's voice was suppressed in her throat, and she was so shocked that she almost lost her voice: "This is impossible..."

"Brother," Chi Xian's calm and dignified voice sounded from the other side, "I'm afraid...it's not just Tan Siwen."

Jiang Jibei frowned.

He didn't speak, but carefully observed everyone on the iron frame.

In the team pulling the sail rope, the leading man's body was scorched black, and only his originally strong figure could be seen.

There were several scorched black figures behind the man, one of them looked very thin, but he worked just as hard, so he shouted the chant in a strange and high tone, which made the audience burst into laughter.

Jiang Jibei couldn't laugh.

It was Ah Yao's voice, and the man in front of Ah Yao was probably Cao Sheng.

At the end of the line is the first experiencer he met when he first entered the movie, student Wang 0009.

Suddenly a message popped up in the discussion group, it was from Editor Cui.

Editor Cui: "I saw my wife."

Editor Cui: "She died in a place where I couldn't find her to save people."

Jiang Jibei didn't know what to reply.

His fingers hesitated for a while on the keys, but he quickly typed two lines.

Xiao Ji is in the middle of catching ghosts: "Everyone be careful, this is a trap."

Xiao Ji in Hunting Ghosts: "Don't forget, the theme of the circus tonight is 'Night of the Living Dead'."

After sending the news, Jiang Jibei exhaled softly.

He turned his face to the side and glanced at Ding Hui worriedly, not knowing what kind of state Editor Cui was in right now.

Chi Xian, who was sitting by the aisle, had already entered a state of alert.

If Ding Hui behaved irrationally in any way, he would immediately push her back.

Ding Hui seemed to be on the verge of collapse, she hugged herself tightly, the veins on the back of her hands stood out violently, she almost wanted to see through the stage.

"It's fake, I know..." Sensing Jiang Jibei's worried eyes, she managed to squeeze out a voice, "I'm just... angry, very angry..."

Worried about her being angry, Jiang Jibei watched Ding Hui's movements vigilantly.

If he was not mistaken, when Ding Hui saw Tan Siwen, he seemed to reach out to the Thai knife in his arms.

The acrobatic show reached its climax at this time.

A supple actress leaps from the edge of the bar, swings in a graceful arc in the air, and grabs the bar.

Other actresses followed suit and swung out one after another. The last swinger grabbed the feet of the previous swinger and formed a ladder in the air.

The last one to appear was a petite girl.

Wearing a dress printed with white clouds, she jumped on the ladder like an elf, and finally, like a small fish, jumped into the black water in the center of the stage with a "plop".

"Nah!"

A woman's heart-piercing cry came from the audience in the front row.

It's the voice of Cang Cang!

After yelling, Cang Cang climbed onto the stage like lightning!

The process of her climbing onto the stage was not elegant. One shoe was kicked off, but she didn't care about it. She limped and rushed into the knee-high pool with bare feet.

"Oops!" Jiang Jibei whispered, "Stop her!"

He and Chi Xian got up quickly and wanted to rush to the stage.

But Cang Cang moved faster than anyone else, and in the next instant, she fished out a wet girl from the pool.

The girl's head was smashed into several petals, which looked shocking.

She stretched out her hand and hugged Cang Cang's neck, but her tone was extremely sweet: "Mom!"

"It's all right, baby girl, it's all right..." Cang Cang tugged at the corner of his clothes helplessly, trying to cover the girl's wound.

Duan Geng suddenly exploded at the end of the theater and shouted: "Run, Cangcang, run!"

He was far away from Editor Cui, so he couldn't come here no matter what.Fortunately, Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian had already rushed to the edge of the auditorium. Chi Xian took out the spell and threw it on the stage.

"Run, of course I have to run..." Cang Cang woke up like a dream, and rushed to the edge of the stage with the girl in his arms, "Xiao Ji...just in time, take my daughter to the hospital!"

Chi Xian's pupils shrank, and he suddenly brought Jiang Jibei to the ground.

"Huh?" Seeing that the two looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, Cang Cang subconsciously held the girl in his arms, and looked back at the situation behind him.

There is nothing behind her.

Cang Cang heaved a sigh of relief, and just as he turned his head, he saw the girl in his arms move, his mouth forming an abyssal mouth.

Before she could speak, the girl bit her neck off.

Under the terrified eyes of everyone, the girl swallowed Cang Cang whole, licked her blood-stained lips, and laughed sinisterly.

"Hee hee... it smells like mom..."