Summoning Infinite Movie

The first stop of the trip to Southeast Asia is Yangon, the former capital of Myanmar.

Because he came in a hurry and didn't have time to summon the whole team, Jiang Jibei only brought a male assistant named Da Mao with him.

The nearest flight was only at night, and by the time they got out of the airport, arrived at the hotel they booked, and settled everything, it was almost three o'clock in the morning.

The boat and the car were exhausting, and the big hair in the next bed was already snoring like thunder.

But for some reason, Jiang Jibei tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.

He fished out the mobile phone by the bedside and saw that it was already three forty.

It seems that I can't fall asleep.

Jiang Jibei simply got up, changed out of clothes, and planned to stroll around the hotel by himself.

Because he was bored, before going out, he took the mobile phone holder, put on the earphones, and opened the live broadcast software while walking.

Strangely, after getting out of the elevator, Jiang Jibei found that the entire lobby was empty, and the front desk staff went to nowhere.

He didn't care, and walked out of the hotel gate while interacting with the fans in the live broadcast room.

"Hello night owls, I'm Xiaoji." Jiang Jibei smiled at the camera, "I've already arrived in Yangon, because I can't sleep, I plan to go out for a stroll."

As a professional anchor, he knows exactly which angle his face looks better.

In just 10 minutes, a large number of fans poured into the live broadcast room.

The messages in the comment area scrolled quickly.

[Xiao Ji good evening! 】

[The nearby streets look too backward, a bit like our urban-rural junction here, Brother Ji, pay attention to safety. 】

[Xiao Ji is so beautiful, she must protect herself. 】

The street was quiet, without a single pedestrian, only the dim street lights elongated the shadow under Jiang Jibei's feet.

Walking on the road, Jiang Jibei held up his mobile phone from time to time to let the fans in the live broadcast room see the nearby scene: "Myanmar is a Buddhist country, and there are many religious buildings in the city. It's a pity that the hotel I live in is relatively remote. city ​​center."

The hotel that Jiang Jibei chose is really remote. The buildings on both sides of the street have not been uniformly planned. The few buildings near the hotel are still painted with white paint, but if you go a little further, the buildings are full of residents' personal aesthetic style.

There are red bricks with round arches, some are as square as a matchbox, and some have windows made into lotus petals. Jiang Jibei included them in the live broadcast screen one by one for viewers to comment on.

After passing two intersections, Jiang Jibei suddenly noticed that there was a light different from the street lamps shining in the distance.

He seized this detail to observe, and found that the light shone across the meticulously trimmed hedges, changing colors and flickering like nightclub lights from time to time.

There is a small golden-tipped pagoda behind the hedge. The dome of the pagoda faintly refracts the street lights. From a distance, it looks like a golden pupil peeping at passers-by.

The hedge is out of tune with the surrounding dense buildings, and it seems to separate an open space.

Jiang Jibei guessed that it was a park.

He turned around, put the park and himself in the live broadcast, and took a few steps backwards: "It seems to be a park ahead, let's go and have a look."

Walking to the hedge, there is indeed an open park here.

The light that Jiang Jibei cared about flickered at the end of the boulevard.

"Okay, we're in the park now," he said to the camera.

The lights in the park are not like the street lights on both sides of the street. It seems that no one regularly repairs them.

Jiang Jibei walked on the boulevard with a stand, demonstrating to fans what it means to "go all the way to the dark".

The street lights disappeared at the end of the boulevard, and there was a quiet lawn ahead.

He stopped, stood where he was, and looked forward: "It seems to be a night market in front, and someone is setting up a stall."

Fans are interested.

[What is sold in the middle of the night in Myanmar? 】

[Snack!midnight snack! 】

[Xiao Ji, show everyone a "I want everything, boss"! 】

[Myanmar can't scan the QR code to pay, does Xiaoji bring cash? 】

Of course there is cash, Jiang Jibei smiled at the camera: "Let's go and have a look now."

He stepped onto the lawn, past the ghostly pruned plants scattered here and there.

Upon closer inspection, the "stand" turned out to be a huge blue plastic tent.

Indistinct human voices came from the tent, and lights shone through the plastic sheeting.

Two curtains were hung at the entrance of the tent, blocking Jiang Jibei's sight. Above the curtain was a plaque written in Burmese, which he could not understand.

There is a table in front of the door curtain, which should be the toll office, but it is empty at the moment. Next to the table is a handwritten billboard with densely written words that may be notices.

It's late, is it still open?

Jiang Jibei flipped the phone over and pointed the camera at the plaque above the entrance: "I don't understand what it means. Is there a master who understands Burmese in the live broadcast room?"

After waiting for more than ten seconds, he turned the phone over to face himself again, and flipped through the comments.

[Fuck, it's so scary, it feels eerie. 】

[Brother Ji, be careful!The stuff of this small Southeast Asian country is the most evil. 】

[The text on the plaque at the entrance of the tent means "Strange Circus", which should be their name. 】

This translated comment caught Jiang Jibei's attention.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, noticing this fan with the ID "Xianyun Xiaoyehe": "Amazing, Xianyun Xiaoyehe."

With that said, Jiang Jibei walked to the billboard, flipped the phone over again, and presented the Burmese text on the billboard on the live broadcast screen.

He brought his phone closer to the display board: "Brother, take a screenshot, can you understand what is written on this board?"

Guessing that the fans should take a screenshot, Jiang Jibei turned the camera back to his side again.

After a few seconds, "Xianyun Xiaoyehe" sent the translated content to the comment area section by section.

[The content on this billboard is an introduction to this circus. 】

[The translation is: Strange Circus, a mysterious circus that tours countries in Southeast Asia. Tickets are 36600 kyats per ticket, and the show starts at 4:04 in the morning. 】

【During the visit, taking photos, audio recordings and video recordings are prohibited.In addition, I calculated according to the exchange rate. The ticket is converted into domestic currency, which is about 144 yuan. 】

Fans bowed their knees for this great translator.

[Fuck upstairs awesome]

【666666】

【It sounds so scary!Anchor, come in! 】

"Shh, don't rush." ​​Jiang Jibei made a silent gesture and lowered his voice, "This circus does not allow mobile phones."

He glanced at the time by the way, it was exactly four o'clock.

【Ah, what should I do?Do you want to interrupt the live broadcast? 】

[Stop it, I think it's so weird, it's midnight, Xiaoji, you better not go in, go back to the hotel. 】

[Joke, brother Ji is the host of supernatural adventures, would you be afraid of this? 】

"You're not allowed to take pictures, you're not allowed to record videos, and you didn't say you weren't allowed to broadcast live." Jiang Jibei raised the corner of his lower lip slyly at the camera.

He quickly walked around to the side of the tent and took the phone off the holder.

After folding the stand and stuffing it into the pocket of his coat, Jiang Jibei held the phone and lowered his voice: "I will turn the brightness of the screen to the lowest, mute the phone, and keep the live broadcast mode on when I go in, but during the visit I can't make a sound."

After speaking, he flipped the camera to the rear, then put the screen of the phone inward, and stuffed it into his chest pocket, exposing the camera on the back.

Jiang Jibei couldn't see what was going on in the comment area, but there was already a carnival there.

[Fuck, brother Ji is awesome]

[This angle of view is so exciting, it seems to be peeping]

[There's an inside smell!I'm so nervous now that my palms are sweating! 】

After finishing all this, Jiang Jibei walked back to the entrance of the tent.

Walking to about two meters away from the entrance, he suddenly found that behind the table at the entrance, a sitting person quietly appeared at some point!

No matter how courageous he was, Jiang Jibei's heart frightened for a moment.

He stopped abruptly and observed the other party vigilantly.

Judging from her figure, this was a woman. She sat behind the table with her head down, her posture was strange, and she turned a deaf ear to Jiang Jibei's arrival.

After hesitating for a while, Jiang Jibei took a step and walked to the toll office.

Sensing someone approaching, the woman behind the table raised her head.

Seeing her face clearly, Jiang Jibei's scalp went numb again.

The woman looked very young, but in her early twenties, with messy black curly hair, a short round face, slender eyebrows, and thick lips. The facial features of Southeast Asians are very obvious.

What makes Jiang Jibei's scalp numb is the tattoo on the woman's face.

That's right, face tattoos.

Black tattoos resembling spider webs covered her originally youthful and beautiful face one after another, even the soft and fragile eyelids were not spared.

It's not that Jiang Jibei has never seen exaggerated punk tattoos, but the tattoos on women's faces are more like an ancient national totem.

In the live broadcast room that Jiang Jibei couldn't see, more and more people poured in, and the fans who were watching the live broadcast frantically swiped the comments.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!I shouldn't have clicked in! 】

【What's on her face?My God, is it a ghost painting? 】

【What's the matter with this woman?Spirit girl? 】

Xianyun Xiaoyehe is well-informed and spreads knowledge to everyone in the comment area.

[Facial tattoos are an ancient custom of a tribe called chin in Myanmar. The purpose is to destroy the appearance of local girls and prevent invaders from snatching them. However, facial tattoos later became a symbol of beauty. 】

[The Burmese government has long banned this custom, and generally only older women have such tattoos on their faces. 】*

Contrary to what Xianyun Xiaoyehe said, the woman in the picture is very young, which caused confusion among the audience.

[This woman looks very young, why does she have this thing on her face? 】

[How could a girl be so upset?Isn't this equivalent to disfigurement? 】

[Maybe it was posted. 】

The deserted tent entrance and the live broadcast room, where the number of viewers are increasing every minute, seem to be different from the same world.

While Jiang Jibei was observing the woman, the other party was also looking at him.

Although her face was expressionless, Jiang Jibei still felt impatience in her eyes.

Jiang Jibei looked away from the woman's face as if nothing had happened, pointed to the billboard next to him, and asked in broken Burmese, "How much?"

Because it was too late to find an interpreter, he bought a Burmese speed-learning manual for tourists at the bookstore at the airport, and memorized some simple common expressions in a short time.

Hearing his question, the woman withdrew her gaze, skillfully pulled a sheet from the side, and turned it to Jiang Jibei.

She tapped the text on it with her fingertips, motioning him to read it for himself.

Jiang Jibei lowered his eyes and found that the ticket price was marked in various languages ​​on the list.

He silently took out his wallet, counted out a few kyats that were exchanged at the airport, and handed the money to the woman.

The woman took the coin in his hand, opened the drawer, threw it in, and quickly took out a few pieces of change. At the same time, she tore off one of the tickets connected together in a row, and handed it to Jiang along with the change. Jibei.

When reaching out to pick up the change, Jiang Jibei looked at her again, remembering her appearance in his heart.

Putting away the wallet, Jiang Ji straightened his clothes without changing his face, and adjusted the angle of the camera.

After completing a series of movements, the woman suddenly lowered her head in a daze, as if her soul had gone out of her body, and sat motionless on the chair.

I couldn't check the time, but Jiang Jibei guessed that it was already [-]:[-].

The strange circus started at this time.

Jiang Jibei passed the woman at the door, walked to the entrance, stretched out his hands, and opened the door curtain to both sides.

He wants to create an atmosphere for the audience that the good show will start after the curtain is drawn. Even if he can't speak, how to use actions to guide the audience's attention has been deeply engraved in his professionalism as an anchor.

The fun has indeed begun.

A gust of wind rushed out from the curtain, there were no flickering stage lights in the tent, and there was no crowd of people as expected.

What caught Jiang Jibei's eyes was a distorted picture that he couldn't describe, understand, and remember——

His vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

…………

It was like a distant nightmare.

When Jiang Jibei opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the familiar blanket.

He blinked wearily and got up in a daze.

It wasn't until the moment he touched the phone that Jiang Jibei felt something was wrong.

If memory serves me correctly, he should be in Yangon, Myanmar with Da Mao.

But now, why did he appear in his home? !

It was the early morning of the 20th when the live broadcast was on the streets of Yangon. Jiang Jibei checked his phone in a panic, and was horrified to find that the date on the calendar showed NO.[-]!

The last thing he remembers is... walking into the circus and seeing...

The memory seemed to be cut off and taken away. No matter how Jiang Jibei recalled, he couldn't recall what he saw, nor everything that happened after he entered the tent, let alone how he returned home.

Back home... By the way, Da Mao!

Where did Da Mao go?

Jiang Jibei immediately dialed Da Mao's phone, but what came out of the receiver was a ruthless busy tone.

He logged into the chat software, opened the dialog box with Da Mao, and found that the chat record stayed at No.17.

Da Mao asked: "Mr. Xiaoji, have you packed your luggage? I'll take a taxi to your house to pick you up now."

Jiang Ji returned to the north: "Come here."

Then it was gone, Jiang Jibei remembered, after Da Mao came to pick him up, they went to the airport together, went to Myanmar, went back to the hotel, then Da Mao fell asleep, and he went out alone in the middle of the night to roll the road.

During the two days when he lost his memory, Da Mao did not contact him.

Jiang Jibei was very confused, and left a message to Da Mao in the dialog box: "Call me immediately when you see it."

He put down his phone and tried hard to remember what happened.

By the way, before he lost consciousness, he was broadcasting live!

Thinking of this, Jiang Jibei immediately came to the table, turned on the computer, and logged into his live broadcast account.

After logging in successfully, he clearly felt that his browser froze for nearly three seconds.

The live broadcast room...isn't it gone?

Worries that had nothing to do with the current situation emerged in his mind. Jiang Jibei clicked on the backstage page and found that his live broadcast room was not blocked, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although I don't know what happened, the number of followers on my account has increased by nearly 30, and the number of private messages is also much higher than the original number.

Faced with a good thing that happened from heaven, Jiang Jibei's mood improved slightly, and curiously opened the "9999+" private message list.

After clicking on the private message on the top line, the anchor immediately regretted it.

That was a cordial greeting from a recent follower: "Changing your name to Xiao Ji to deceive others, pretending to be a ghost to earn coffin money for your mother, domestic ghost movies are better than you, what kind of rubbish did you shoot, you and yours When will Mom be hanged live?"

"Tap, tap, tap, tap," Jiang Jibei's mouse is as fast as a Chicago printer, and a set of blocking operations is like flowing water.

He was scolded for the first one, and he carefully scrolled through the list of private messages.

When not checking the details, only the first sentence of the private message content will be displayed under each account, and the loading of a large amount of information makes his browser's response extremely slow.

Jiang Jibei painfully endured the delay in operation, while struggling to read the messages sent to him by netizens.

It's not so much a message, it's better to say it's pure abuse.

Some scolded him for losing contact if he couldn't keep acting, some scolded him for pretending to be superstitious and preaching superstition, and some even fast-forwarded and began to attack his appearance and character.

Being an anchor requires a strong ability to withstand stress, but no matter how strong it is, there is a limit.

What's more, Jiang Jibei himself didn't understand what happened. His mood changed from panic to discomfort, and then from discomfort to anger.

Jiang Jibei clicked into his homepage, turned on the replay of the video content, and decided to see for himself how he pretended to be a ghost.

Turning on the double-speed playback, he saw himself walking on the streets of Yangon, entering a park, crossing a tree-lined avenue, stepping onto the lawn, and marching to the entrance of a tent. He saw a young woman with tattoos on her face and bought a ticket.

Jiang Jibei remembered that he lifted the curtain with both hands, in order to create a sense of opening for the audience.

When the screen played here, he adjusted the playback speed and changed it back to double the normal playback speed.

What is the picture that I forgot?

In the picture, Jiang Jibei reached out and opened the curtain of the tent.

It was pitch black, with no light at all.

how so?Phone is broken?

Jiang Jibei in front of the computer frowned. He clearly remembered that when he was close to the tent, there was light and vague human voices inside.

However, the live broadcast shown in the video was quiet.

In the silence, Jiang Jibei could only hear his own slight breathing in the video.

Suddenly, there was a faint red light in the darkness.

Jiang Jibei picked up the phone, leaned closer to the screen, and stared at the red light with all his attention.

In the dim red light, there seemed to be something hanging in mid-air, flickering.

Jiang Jibei narrowed his eyes.

Kind of like...a man who's been hanged?

The red light suddenly went out, and the screen fell into darkness again.

In the next second, a skinned and bloody face was suddenly stuck in front of the camera!

With a loud "ah", the camera shakes violently, as if the phone has dropped to the ground, and the picture freezes in darkness.

The video ends here.

Looking at the pause sign in the middle of the screen, Jiang Jibei, who was sitting at the table, only felt cold sweat and a chill down his back.

He wasn't frightened by the face that suddenly appeared, but——

Jiang Jibei collected himself, manipulated the mouse, dragged the progress bar back a little, and then fixed the screen on the blood-red face.

Although the face was bloody and bloody, the green studs on his ears became more and more familiar to him.

Jiang Jibei recognized it.

This is Da Mao's earrings.

The author has something to say: There are two old friends in this chapter, guess ovo

In addition, this movie is a Southeast Asian anecdotal film, and there will be many folk customs elements related to Southeast Asian countries.

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Remarks:

(1) *Facial tattoos: from the ancient customs of "Myanmar Chin Ba Village" and "chin" tribes, the information is referenced from the Internet.