Summoning Infinite Movie

Just as Editor Cui knocked on the door of the bathroom frantically, the female Internet celebrity also arrived.

She was holding a camera in her hand, and she was taking pictures as she walked, and she seemed to be recording.

Seeing this, Chi Xian stood at the door, polite and distant: "Sorry, taking pictures and videos is not allowed here."

Cang Cang's head was lifted up with the camera, and when she saw the young man's stern and heroic face, she unabashedly showed a surprised and delighted expression.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm shooting a vlog." Cang Cang fiddled with the camera for a while before putting it into the bag.

After confirming that the other party turned off the video equipment, Chi Xian turned sideways to make way for her: "Please come in."

"Little brother, are you also a participant in this trip to Southeast Asia?" Cang Cang refused to go in, and stood at the door to talk to him, "I'm Cang Cang, that Southeast Asian travel blogger on the Internet, have you seen my vlog?" ?”

"Sorry, I don't know you." Chi Xian said coldly.

Just when Cang Cang showed embarrassment, there happened to be a soft voice from the living room: "A Xian, who is here?"

Hearing this voice, she withdrew her gaze from Chi Xian's face and looked into the room.

Seeing Jiang Jibei standing in the room, Cang Cang forgot the embarrassment just now, and was very excited: "You are Xiao Ji? Oh my God! You look better in real life than in the video! Oh, I forgot to introduce, I am Travel Blog Lord Cangcang, you are also a video shooter, you must know me, right?"

Jiang Jibei didn't answer whether he knew it or not, but nodded to her politely: "Hello, please come in."

Cang Cang's eyes turned around the face of the pickled cabbage fish sitting on the sofa again, and her hands were pressed into the bag, as if she was about to pull out the camera to record in the next second: "Okay! Everyone is handsome and beautiful, look Come on, I'm right this time!"

She selectively ignored the middle-aged male editor who was trying to unscrew the door hinge in front of the bathroom door, and happily stepped into the room.

Five of the nine people who made an appointment have arrived, and the remaining four are late for various reasons.

They used mobile phones to communicate with Jiang Jibei and explained the reason. Some people's planes were delayed, and some people were stuck on the road.

Waiting any longer is not an option, Jiang Jibei closed the door.

Back in the living room, he clapped his hands, and made everyone's eyes focus on him: "Everyone, time is limited, we have a meeting now, and those who don't arrive will join in a conference call."

Hearing this, Editor Cui stopped unloading the door.

Zaizai, who was hiding in the bathroom, was finally able to catch his breath, and quickly opened the door to come out: "It's a meeting, don't keep thinking about your column manuscript."

Everyone sat down on the sofa.

In front of them, Jiang Jibei created a group called "Looking for Strange Circus" and pulled everyone into the group.

Chi Xian ignored Cang Cang's quick friend request and started a conference call with his mobile phone.

Not long after, the other four people connected one after another.From the background of their conversation, you can hear the sound of the airport announcement or the loud car horn.

After confirming that everyone has adjusted the listening volume, Jiang Jibei began to host: "Then let's start. First of all, everyone will make a brief self-introduction, and I will introduce myself first."

All eyes fell on his face.

"My name is Jiang Jibei, with id 'Xiaoji Catching Ghosts', and I am also the initiator of this trip to Southeast Asia." After Jiang Jibei finished speaking, he motioned for Chi Xian beside him to speak.

"Chi Xian, Taoist priest." Chi Xian was as concise as ever.

As soon as Chi Xian's voice fell, Cang Cang answered immediately: "My name is Cang Cang, and I'm one of your little Internet celebrities. I live in Southeast Asia all year round. You can follow my homepage."

As she spoke, she winked ambiguously at the young people present.

Unfortunately, no one showed obvious interest in Cang Cang.

Zaizai, who is only a tall man, heard the keyword "Southeast Asia", and said excitedly: "Living in Southeast Asia, did you encounter any weird things during your travels?"

Cang Cang had already taken out the QR code and waited for someone to scan it, but when the burly man interrupted her, she froze: "Huh?"

"Collecting materials is an important part of writing." Zaizai only looked away, scanning the crowd from left to right, "Oh, let me introduce myself, hello everyone, my name is Zaizai, and I write novels."

Cang Cang glanced at him with some displeasure: "You are so big, why did you come up with such a pen name?"

Zaizai only responded fluently: "The pen name is my soul, and the soul has nothing to do with my appearance. Why should I be so rigid? I think it's better to be more carefree."

"My name is Draft Cui, and Zaizai is the editor in charge. You can call me Editor Cui." Editor Cui interrupted Zaizai, "I'm here to restrict his freedom."

As soon as the middle-aged man spoke, the eloquent Zaizai was ready to run away, but unfortunately he was pushed back to the sofa by the editor as soon as he left.

Jiang Jibei observed the two people. Although they had confessed most of it in the email, they did not explain in front of everyone that they still had something to hide.

Thinking that they might not want to cause trouble, Jiang Jibei didn't say much.

It's Ding Hui's turn: "My name is Ding Hui, a professional psychic, and I know a lot about various secret arts in Southeast Asia."

"My name is Pickled Fish, a graduate student, and I have done some research on Southeast Asian folk culture." Then it was Picked Fish's turn to introduce himself, "I am responsible for all the expenses of this trip. If you have any needs, please tell me, and I will try my best to meet them."

When he found out that there was a gold master's father among the companions, Cang Cang's eyes lit up immediately, and the eyes that looked at the sauerkraut fish also became affectionate.

The four people on the other end of the phone also took turns to introduce themselves briefly.

"I believe everyone here has watched the bizarre live video of the circus." Jiang Jibei scanned the crowd and explained calmly, "Here I want to declare in advance that I did not fake in that video, my The experience is real."

His words made everyone look different.

Chi Xian and Ding Hui didn't respond, Pickled Fish frowned, Zaizai and Cui Bian only looked at each other, Cang Cang and the person on the other end of the phone exclaimed.

"Xiaoji, Xiaoji, we've been following you for a long time... We know that this kind of thing can be seen on the show, but you said that you, who should be in Myanmar, woke up and found yourself at home. What do you mean?" Voice call , someone asked.

"Personally, I tend to think that there are other people operating behind these supernatural situations, and it may also be part of the tricky show planned by your team." Pickled Fish said frankly, "Of course, it's just now Some guesses, guesses that will be validated as we travel, I take that with a grain of salt."

Jiang Jibei glanced at him helplessly.

Talking about reality and science in horror movies, the role assigned to Pickle Fish this time is really unlucky, let alone likable.

He himself doesn't know how to adapt, but carefully follows the role setting to follow the plot.

If the pork belly chicken is here, he will definitely be so angry that he will call him a elm head.

"I'm sorry Xiaoji, although I really want to believe you, it's too hard to convince me." Seeing what the pickled cabbage fish said, Cang Cang immediately answered, and then changed the topic, "So, I will confirm it myself La."

"I made it clear during the live broadcast." Faced with doubts, Jiang Jibei was not angry, "I, like everyone else, also want to know what happened."

"It may be your short-term selective amnesia." Zaizai only touched his chin, "Memory is very easy to falsify. When I was collecting materials, I heard many people tell their own stories. They described what happened in their memories. When working, more or less some artistic processing will be carried out."

After all, he made a suggestion: "It's better to write down the words on the spot. What about your passport? Look at the travel records."

"I checked." Jiang Jibei said frankly, "There is no entry record."

"It is really necessary to consider the possibility of being taken back to the country in a coma." Editor Cui, who is well-informed, continued, "It is very easy to kidnap someone from Southeast Asia, and you don't need to go through the normal entry channels."

Hearing this, everyone was silent for a few seconds tacitly.

On the other end of the phone, someone at the airport hesitated and asked, "Is it really that easy?"

Everyone looked at Jiang Jibei in unison.

"After returning from Myanmar, I encountered some more bizarre things. Some of them were inconvenient to talk about on the live broadcast, and some happened after I broadcasted the live broadcast." Jiang Jibei looked at them sincerely, "Since I invite you to my home, I will definitely tell you the truth."

"Talk, talk." Zaizai's tone became excited, and he opened the memo to type, "I'll write down the material."

Jiang Jibei said: "You should know Da Mao, right? He is my assistant and the person who went to Myanmar with me."

"I remember you said he was missing, is there any whereabouts now?" Ding Hui asked.

"Some viewers said that the man with blood on his face during the live broadcast was Da Mao, and he even made a comparison picture of the earrings." Cang Cang pointed out, "You were also accused of being fake because of this, right?"

Jiang Jibei nodded: "This is what I want to talk about. Last night, he appeared downstairs in my house."

"Then where is he now? Where has he been these past few days?" someone asked.

"Last night, someone pressed my access control phone downstairs. Before I opened the door, I watched the surveillance downstairs through the video panel, and found that the person who came was Da Mao." Jiang Jibei recounted his strange experience last night.

"What's so weird about this?" Zaizai just asked.

"It stands to reason that he has no way of knowing that I am observing him through the surveillance video." Jiang Jibei paused, "But I was discovered by him."

"And then?" Pickled Fish asked.

Jiang Jibei looked at them, and said slowly: "I saw with my own eyes that he turned into a ghost-masked man with his face peeled off in the video - have you seen the face-changing Sichuan opera? That's it."

His description made Cang Cang "hiss".

"Classic! This is a commonly used plot in horror works." Zaizai only slapped his thigh, "I used to do this a lot, and according to readers, they were scared by me every time and screamed."

"Yes, I still remember that I wrote horror novels." Editor Cui smiled darkly.

Zaizai froze all over, maintaining the Mona Lisa smile: "I don't feel it now, isn't this going to Southeast Asia to find a feeling?"

"What else happened?" Ding Hui changed the subject.

"He told me that he knew I was at home." Jiang Jibei recalled what happened last night, "After he finished speaking, the video panel automatically closed, and then the ghost-masked man appeared at the door of my house, holding a kitchen knife and slashing at my house crazily. Door."

"There are no knife marks on your door." Pickled Fish sharply pointed out that he had carefully observed the environment before entering the door.

"That's exactly what I was wondering. It didn't take long for the movement outside the door to disappear, and the ghost-masked man disappeared." Jiang Jibei glanced at him, "After Chi Xian came to my house, we checked the door together."

Chi Xian nodded, confirming Jiang Jibei's statement.

"Chi Xian came last night?" Cang Cang's focus was obviously lost, "He lives at your house?"

"Brother Ji, we need to rule out some possibilities first." Without responding to Cang Cang, Pickle Fish began to analyze, "Only you have seen what you said, and you can't prove it to us, so I suggest you go to the hospital for a test Full inspection."

There happened to be two doctors on the other end of the phone: "Xiao Ji, come to our hospital and we will give you a discount."

These people obviously suspected that Jiang Jibei had mental problems.

Chi Xian, who had been silent all this time, raised his eyes, glanced coldly at the pickled fish, and reached out his hand to take out the cigarette case from his arms.

Ding Hui sat at the seat closest to the window, thinking that he was going to smoke indoors, so she got up to open the window for everyone.

Unexpectedly, after Chi Xian took a cigarette in his mouth, he snapped his fingers, and a piece of yellow talisman paper suddenly appeared between his fingers.

He gently shook the yellow talisman in the air, and the talisman immediately ignited a faint green flame.

Amidst the stunned expressions of everyone, Chi Xian lit a cigarette for himself with a talisman.

The lit part of the cigarette butt is not an ordinary orange-red flame, but a strange green.

Afterwards, Chi Xian gently folded his hands together, and the burning talisman disappeared into his palm, as if it had never appeared before.

He played his own tricks without even looking at them.

Except for the person on the other end of the voice call who couldn't see the scene, everyone present understood the meaning of Chi Xian's actions.

He was responding to some people's doubts about the mysterious side, showing them Taoism.

Chi Xian was actually competing with a student.

A little childish, but also a little cute.

Jiang Jibei laughed, leaned over, reached out to take the cigarette from Chi Xian's lips, and put it out in the ashtray on the coffee table: "Smoking is prohibited indoors."

"Okay." Chi Xian replied.

This action was too intimate, yet natural, and Cang Cang looked at them with slightly strange eyes.

Ding Hui stood by the window with a clear expression.

Sauerkraut Fish became interested in the talisman paper: "It's pretty cool, but everyone can copy this kind of prop. The talisman paper has been soaked in low-flammability substances beforehand, and red phosphorus and igniters are mixed in the corners, rubbing at the right angle Green is the flame reaction that occurs when the copper element burns, and everything you have done so far can be explained by science—so, can I see your talisman?"

Chi Xian didn't answer.

Zai Zai only seemed to like the tit-for-tat conflict between the two, and added fuel to the fire: "What about putting out the fire with bare hands? The burning talisman disappeared out of thin air, and there is no paper ashes."

I don't know who Cui Bian is talking about: "Maybe the skin is as thick as your face."

"Okay, it's good to have the spirit of inquiry and questioning. I also know that what I said just now is hard to believe." Jiang Jibei took the initiative, opened the mobile phone album, and put the mobile phone on the coffee table. There's something I need to show you."

Everyone gathered in front of the mobile phone.

What Jiang Jibei showed was today's corpse photo and the warning message sent to him by the canceled account.

"What's so special about this photo?" Editor Cui was puzzled.

"Especially because this photo suddenly appeared in my photo album on the first day I returned to China." Jiang Jibei simply explained, "It can't be deleted, and it changes every day, just like putting the decaying process of a corpse upside down. .”

"Live photos, reverse the decay process, okay, this meme is good." Zaizai only quickly typed in the memo, "Write it down, write it when you have time."

Cang Cang only took one look, then covered his mouth with his hand, with an expression of wanting to vomit but not daring to vomit.

"How did the photo change? Is there a deviation in your memory?" Pickled Fish asked.

Jiang Jibei pointed out: "On the first day, it was a bone, but now it has grown flesh."

"I can prove it." Chi Xian, who had been too lazy to speak, finally opened his mouth. He glanced at everyone, "I have seen yesterday's photos, and there are indeed fewer maggots on the corpse today, but the overall change is not big."

"Hmm... Is there such a possibility?" Pickled Fish suggested another possibility, "Your mobile phone has been hijacked by someone else, and the other party will intimidate you by modifying the contents of your photo album."

He stretched out his hand, swipe the photo himself, pulled it into the photo recycle bin and deleted it completely, freed up the phone memory several times, and cleared the application cache several times.

Sure enough, when I returned to the main page of the album, the photo of the rotting body was ranked first.

Seeing this, Pickled Fish pondered for a while: "Since the photos change every day, have you recorded the previous photos?

"Before the live broadcast resumed, I was in a state of being mentally stimulated, and I was only thinking about how to delete this photo." Jiang Jibei picked up his phone and clicked on the screenshot, "I just thought of the way to take a screenshot yesterday. but failed."

He put the phone back on the coffee table. In the folder classified as "Screenshots", there were no pictures of dead bodies.

"It looks like it was automatically deleted." Jiang Jibei said.

Cang Cang's attitude was very ambiguous, and he didn't seem to believe it very much: "Or did you not succeed in intercepting it at all?"

"Let me try it." Pickled cabbage fish showed a realistic and pragmatic attitude, and personally took several pictures.Seeing that he really couldn't take a screenshot, he readily expressed his thoughts: "Try another method, I'll take a picture of the screen."

"Yes." Jiang Jibei agreed.

With permission, Pickled Fish took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the corpse on Jiang Jibei's mobile phone with a "click".

Then he fell into a long silence.

Jiang Jibei knew that this graduate student's materialism might come to an end.

Because he also tried to record the changes in the photos by taking pictures on the screen, but the photos he took were all blank without exception.

"As far as I know, some troublesome devices have anti-screenshot and anti-peeping functions." Editor Cui said, "But the principle of anti-peeping is to automatically jump to the interface after detecting the camera. When you take a photo, I stare at the photo. Teacher Ji's screen remains unchanged."

Hearing this, Pickled Fish grabbed at the straw: "Mr. Cui, is it possible that there is some special watermark in the photo that caused the camera to malfunction, such as the dark lines on the white cloth?"

Editor Cui thought for a while: "There are too many things involved, at least there is no such technology now."

Zaizai was just amused: "Young man, can you record a video?"

After the pickled fish was recorded, the whole person became even more silent.

No matter how he moved the camera, the photos in the video were still pale.

The pale face who witnessed the whole process was also very pale.

The pickled cabbage fish was silent for a long time, and seemed to finally accept this fact.

He sighed, zoomed in on the photo with two fingers, and pointed to the white cloth under the corpse: "Speaking of which, I seem to have seen the dark lines on this white cloth in the "Thai Village Totem Notes" written by the professor."

The author has something to say: Jiang Jibei: Are you naive?

Chi Xian: Not childish.