I, C, attend the funeral

It's not cold when it snows, it's cold when it melts.

This is common sense that all people living in the north know.

When a group of people were about to head into the community, the snow gradually stopped.

There was a layer of snow on the ground, and there was a crackling sound when walking on the road.

A snowfall, for a few hours, the whole city is covered in white.

The place where Zihe scratched Zhao Yin's buttock was still slightly tingling and numb for a long time.

That guy's hands are really strong now, but he doesn't seem to know it - he just grabbed a hand, and he didn't hold back a little bit of strength.

Zhao Yin glanced at Zihe, his eyes were full of anger.

He was also embarrassed to reach out to rub his buttocks, and there were several cameras spinning around. If he was caught, he really couldn't afford to lose this person.

As a young high school student, Zhao Yin's idol burden is much heavier than Zihe's.

Ordinary people can't do what Zihe does, willful and reckless, and don't care about the eyes of outsiders.

Jia Qingjun handed two pairs of gloves to Zihe and Zhao Yin. It was too cold today, so he asked the program team for two pairs.

Watching Zihe and Zihe lower their heads and put on their gloves, Jia Qingjun handed the flashlight to the two of them.

"It's too cold today. If you have any discomfort, please tell me at any time, or tell the photographer. Don't freeze your body." Jia Qingjun shivered from the cold, and looked around at the vast expanse of whiteness. The ground continued to instruct:

"There may be ice under the snow, and the ground is very slippery. Be careful when walking."

Zihe hummed, and patted Jia Qingjun on the shoulder, thanking him for his care.

Although he allowed it, or said he couldn't get rid of the videographer, he didn't really come to shoot the show tonight to make money.

Whether it's cold or not, it's a trivial matter.

"Any news about Zhou Shan?" Zihe turned around and asked Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin shook his head. His father is still at the police station. There is no new progress there, so it has been put on hold for now.

Many people began to wonder if Zhou Shan just ran out of battery or something.

Just because today is a special day, Zhou Shan, an adult, disappeared for a few hours, so you can't make a fuss about it.

In particular, Zhou Shan is still a policeman with a strong ability to protect himself - what's more, Zhou Shan has never reported to the police.

There is no positive evidence to confirm that Zhou Shan is in danger, so he can only temporarily stop.

Zhao's father was ready to go home, and Zhao's mother was already waiting at home.

However, Zhao Yin keenly sensed that something was wrong. When Zhou Shan left, his phone was fully charged.

And in the afternoon, he also confirmed with Zhou Shan that he would go home for dinner in the evening.

The unsolved case of Zhou's father's death has always been a thorn in the heart of the whole family.

On such a day, it is definitely not normal for Zhou Shan to disappear for a few hours.

"Let's go." Zihe patted Zhao Yin's shoulder, then turned to look at the main entrance of the community.

The once glorious neighborhood is now very old.

The iron gate of the community was also rusted, and it was just opened casually at the moment.

There is no card swiping function, and it is impossible to prevent outsiders from entering and leaving.

Zhao Yin nodded, turned away the flashlight in his hand, and walked towards the main entrance of the community.

The heavy snow covered many traces, and the already confusing things became even more unpredictable.

"Is there any situation around the neighborhood? I can't see it, but you can see it." Zhao Yin asked while walking, and when he spoke, he exhaled white smoke.

"The visibility is too low. We can't see anything yet. Let's search around, maybe we will find something." Zihe said.

Others can't find anything in the community, but he and Zhao Yin may not be able to find it too.

Many feng shui arrangements have traces to follow.

What's more, if there are ghosts, evil spirits, evil spirits, etc., they are generally visible.

Jia Qingjun watched the two walk towards the community, his calm and earnest eyes suddenly narrowed slightly.

He no longer adjusts the rhythm when he breathes, and there is a black silk thread indistinctly, which emerges from his nose when he exhales, and rolls back into his nasal cavity when he inhales.

In order not to leave footprints on the ground and cause bugs in the shooting, the staff who are the atmosphere creators in the distance either go around to the side door to enter, or follow Zhao Yin and two into the community, and then prepare to divide the troops to left and right.

When the two camera brothers who followed Zhao Yin, the two cameramen who followed Zihe, and the five staff members watched Zhao Yin take out the official hammer from his schoolbag, a real sense of awe was inexplicably felt in his heart.

This... this also has its own props?

This... This hammer seems to be surrounded by hazy fluorescent light, which looks very textured.

Several members of the film crew felt inexplicably uneasy. After passing through the rusty black iron gate and entering the community...

They couldn't see through the way Zhao Yin and Zihe were acting, when suddenly there was a different slight sound of stepping on the snow behind them.

The voice was indistinct, completely different from the pace of human beings and the strength of stepping on the snow.

In such a dark night after snow, especially when filming a ghost show, it looks extraordinarily creepy.

Several staff gasped and wanted to look back, but Zihe and Zhao Yin didn't move, and they didn't dare to speak casually——

The live broadcast has already started, and if they speak rashly or break in, they will cause trouble.

After walking two steps, the voice was still behind them, as if keeping a distance, always following them.

This is not the arrangement of the film crew, their staff is not in place yet...

The staff member in the long black down jacket clenched his fists, feeling as if his body temperature was dropping.

He poked the person next to him and swallowed hard.

In the case of filming, he can't just turn on the phone or turn on the flashlight-in order to prevent cheating, these are strictly prohibited before.

But at this moment, they suddenly couldn't control their hands.

In the midst of fear, even a slight stimulus can make people suddenly lose their minds and do surprising things.

The staff standing next to the man in the long down jacket was not much better either. He was arranged to walk to the right alone, bypassing 'Ding Yimo' and the cameraman, passing through to the front, and hiding to scare them.

But now, let him walk around the neighborhood alone, he suddenly became a little scared.

What if the thing behind him caught up with him?

Thinking this way, he finally couldn't control himself a little bit, and grabbed the man in the long down jacket beside him with one hand, while turning his head slowly.

When he looked back, he didn't even know whether he saw something, which was more terrifying, or nothing, which was more terrifying.

Due to the low occupancy rate of the community, most of the windows are dark inside.

Even if there are people living there, many of them are elderly people, and at this time, they have already fallen asleep.

After the snow stopped, there was a strange sense of tranquility around. Originally, the surrounding area was covered with heavy snow, but whenever there was light, the surrounding area would become brighter after the snow surface reflected the light source.

But today the snow has stopped, and the dark clouds have not faded.

The community is located in a remote area, and there are few street lights around. Even if there are bright windows in the community, there is a faint dim light.

It was dark and quiet, and when the staff turned their heads, they swallowed unconsciously.

The area behind is different from the area in front illuminated by the flashlight. After the eyes have adapted to the light, they look into the darkness, feeling darker and unable to see.

Just when the staff member felt that he hadn't seen anything, he looked down and suddenly met two amber eyes with a faint green glow.

"Ah—" His heart jumped suddenly, and he forgot all the instructions and rules of the choreographer, and the scream overflowed his throat the moment his heart beat faster.

When he yelled, the other staff members who were frightened also panicked, some ran away, and some were afraid and worried at the same time, trying to remind the screaming staff members to shut up.

Zhao Yin was the first to turn his head, and the flashlight in his hand was also aimed at that person and behind him.

The four camera brothers who were following the shot glanced backwards, cleverly avoiding the staff, and shot towards the back.

All of a sudden, all the light sources were directed towards the back of the crowd, and all the eyes were fixed on the back.

The big cat Klein, who was following behind a group of people, was suddenly caught in the eyes by the flashlight, whined unhappily, turned his head slightly, and patted the ground impatiently with his front paws.

"..." Zihe, who was startled by the man's scream just now, twitched his lips and shrugged helplessly.

The other staff hurriedly dragged the screaming young man and ran into the darkness—fortunately, the cameraman didn't turn around to follow up immediately, otherwise the live broadcast would have been ruined as soon as it started...

Seeing the staff behind him spread out from left to right, Zhao Yin quickly disappeared into the darkness and ran to both sides.

He pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Hopefully, they'll be all right.

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Snow has stopped.

But occasionally when the wind blows, there will be snow flakes flying.

In the live broadcast, small six-story buildings are lined up all around, like huge coffins inserted upside down on the ground.

In many small buildings, there is no light at all.

In the dark, occasional snow flakes fly by, or the flashlight of a flashlight flashes by, always vaguely making people feel that there are people everywhere.

But if you look closely, it's just dark again.

In the dark neighborhood, in front of the camera, are the backs of two people.

Zhao Yin and Zihe walked in front, occasionally looking back, their eyes full of scrutiny and tension.

It made the scene in the camera look tense and gloomy.

From time to time, in the quiet night, in addition to the footsteps of Zhao Yin and Zihe stepping on the snow, and the occasional sound of the cameraman wearing silent shoes behind him, there will be sudden footsteps in the distance to the left and right.

At this time, the big cameraman near here will suddenly pull the lens in the direction of the sound.

It was a foggy darkness, and nothing could be seen.

After the camera is aimed at the darkness in the direction of the sound, the surroundings will suddenly become dead silent.

The breathing of the big cameraman, and the white mist spouting from the mouths of Zhao Yin and Zihe in front of him, all made the atmosphere of the live broadcast constantly dark.

From time to time, people shouted to see the face of 'Ding Yimo' in the barrage, but the inexplicable footsteps sounded from time to time, and the open space and darkness where no one could be seen at all made the audience in the live broadcast room gradually immersed in it, and began to feel a little Get scared.

Zihe, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, and the camera froze for a moment.

Everyone held their breath, not knowing what happened.

Such a quiet advance, and the constant silence, seems to be laying the groundwork for something——

Something must be happening!

Something terrible must have happened!

This atmosphere made everyone's nerves tense.

Even though the camera brother knew that all of this might be a script, he still started to break out in a cold sweat.

The cool wind whizzed through the road between the buildings in the community, and Zihe shone the flashlight in his hand to the front left.

There is a small flower bed area between Building 3 and Building 4. At that time, the land was not considered valuable when the building was built, and the flower bed area between the two rows of buildings was very large.

There are even aisles and benches between the two rectangular flower beds, like a small park.

Zihe's flashlight could not illuminate the flower bed area, the light illuminated the road in front of him, and then when the light spread to the flower bed area, it was gradually swallowed by darkness.

The faint halo rubbed against the edge of the flower bed, making the two flower beds indistinct, looking a bit desolate and terrifying.

Zihe's flashlight pointed in that direction for more than ten seconds, but there was obviously nothing there.

The big cameraman's lens was chasing the light from Zihe's flashlight, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and even wanted to walk over there to see if there was anything he couldn't see over there?

Zihe did see something. Heavy snow covered the entire community, including the two flower beds and the area between the flower beds.

But in the darkness, there was something standing there, and that thing was not small, standing there alone, even a blind man could see clearly.

It's just that the darkness and the tree shadows on both sides of the community made the thing standing between the flower beds blend into the surroundings and not stand out so much.

He took a step forward, not afraid of the cold, stretched out his hand to support a big tree by the side of the path, stretched out the flashlight, and shone it a little further, vaguely illuminating the flower bed near them.

A piece of white snow is crystal clear and clean, as if it symbolizes purity.Under the gloom of darkness, it looked pale and cold.

"What did you see?" Zhao Yin asked.

Zihe pointed to the front, "There is something over there, and there seems to be... a sinister aura surging around."

He couldn't see clearly either, but he could smell the familiar cool and fishy smell in his breath.

The big cameraman recorded Zihe's voice, and couldn't help thinking: Is this line too fake?

What evil spirit?

He was still a little scared at first, but when he heard this, he suddenly became relaxed.

He looked around, there was nothing on the left and right, and there was no one behind him except for the big cat following him.

The place within sight is peaceful, and the place farther away is dark.

Zhao Yin clenched the hammer in his hand, put his right hand into his pocket, and held a handful of glutinous rice.

Both of them frowned, slowed down their pace, and approached cautiously between the two flower beds.

While walking, Zihe has been paying attention to the surrounding conditions, as well as the snow and the road under his feet.

The snow is new and there are no other people's footprints.

"Wait." Zhao Yin suddenly reached out to stop Zihe.

Zihe paused, suddenly turned his head towards the camera and made a 'boo' motion.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised his brows slightly. He looked a little threatening, and when people looked into his eyes, there was a sense of fear.

Several camera brothers hurriedly stopped and stared nervously ahead.

The big cat Klein ran two steps, and when he reached Zihe's feet, his hair was blown up all over his body, and the whole cat's size grew several times, it was really the size of a big dog.

The long tail hangs vertically behind, expanding like a mace.

Kled let out a low bark, as if some dire danger lay ahead.

The big cameraman took the camera to Klein, and even took a close-up—is even a cat acting so good?

How did you train?So cooperative?

Another camera brother quietly walked to the side, taking pictures of the profiles of Zihe and Zhao Yin, as well as the road ahead.

I saw the small road leading to the flower beds in front of me. Although there was also a layer of snow, there was a dark color showing through under the snow, as if there was something black under the thin layer of snow.

Zhao Yin wanted to go over to have a look, but Zihe stopped him.

"I'll go." He nodded towards Zhao Yin, there was already a strong evil spirit surging nearby, and he couldn't let Xiao Haoming touch anything casually.

After Zhao Yin nodded, he took two steps forward, squatted behind him, stretched out his hand and gently wiped off the thin layer of snow on the black thing.

The big cameraman pulled the camera over and thought to himself 'what is this', when he looked carefully, he suddenly froze.

Under a thin layer of snow is a layer of blood ice crystals that have been somewhat frozen.

The dark red blood seemed to be sprinkled on the snow when it was snowing heavily, pouring out a blood gully from the thick snow, and then freezing into a layer of ice.

Is this the scene set by the film crew?

The big cameraman felt anxious, feeling inexplicably terrified.

Wait... No... When they came, the snow had already stopped.

Could it be... I sprinkled some snow on it again, pretending to be the blood that was sprinkled when it snowed?

Can……

The big cameraman pulled the camera around again, but there was not even a single footprint!

The bloodstains stretched all the way to the middle of the two flower beds, there were no other traces around, and the clean thick snow was smooth and holy.

how did you do that?

Another camera brother walked to the other side and turned the camera to the direction where the bloodstains extended.

In the middle of the two topics, there seems to be a huge wooden stake on the end where the bloodstains extend.

what is that?

Why didn't I hear that the film crew was going to set up some strange scenes?

Didn't it mean that there are only some sudden and frightening plots?

Moreover, haven't many arrangements been made before?

For example, there is a smelly tank in the corridor, which contains props and liquids made to look like dead cats.

For example, in the corner of the community where sundries are piled up, there are old electrical appliances that keep making noise...

But aren't those props hidden in the corners and need to be explored?

Why... put it in such a conspicuous place so bluntly?

Buildings No. 3 and No. 4 are dark and without light. Many residents in the community are in arrears of property fees, and the lights in the corridors have long been turned off. It is a pleasant surprise to have dim street lights at the entrance and the innermost part of the community of the light.

A gust of cold wind suddenly blew by, and the big cameraman standing beside Zhao Yin, who kept taking pictures of the end of the bloodstains, suddenly shuddered.

Zhao Yin suddenly said to the video camera brother wearing a dark green down jacket: "Back back!"

With his shout, the silence in the darkness was torn apart, and everyone present was shocked.

The brother cameraman in a dark green down jacket was also taken aback. He hurriedly took a step back and asked in a flustered whisper, "What's wrong?"

The communication between the cameraman and the actors is not prohibited. After all, the camera is on their shoulders. No matter how hard they try not to enter the country, the audience in the live broadcast room will know.

But if he wasn't too scared, the big cameraman wouldn't speak easily.

Zhao Yin didn't answer the other party, instead, he stepped up to the big brother in the dark green down jacket, and Huo Di shone the flashlight in his hand towards the other party's face.

The other three camera brothers standing in other positions all turned their cameras towards Zhao Yin and the camera brother wearing a dark green down jacket.

The big cameraman in a dark green down jacket was suddenly illuminated by a flashlight, and subconsciously tilted his head and closed his eyes to avoid the glare.

But even so, the weirdness on his face was instantly exposed to the light.

I saw that the elder brother's face, which was taking a good camera just now, was suddenly covered with a layer of earthy gray, and his face became extremely ugly.

And between his brows, there are very obvious red bloodshots——

The face of the male cameraman exposed to the wind and sun has always been very dark and rough, not to mention bloodshot, and sometimes even a pimple is not obvious.

How could there be so much blood?

The other three camera brothers were stunned—is this also the arrangement of the film crew?

How do they know nothing about it?

Could it be that the true reflection of the three of them was also planned by the director in the plot?

But... the expressions of the three of them will not be included in the camera.

Another camera brother wearing a black hat who was closest to Zhao Yin felt differently.

He can see it more clearly than the other two camera brothers - the red blood lines are not painted on the face, they are moving!

He held up the camera and recorded all this into the lens.

Zhao Yin suddenly grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and shouted, "Open your mouth!"

The big brother in the dark green down jacket slowly got used to the light, turned his face slightly and opened his eyes, only to see that his eyes became bloodshot and frightening at some point.

He couldn't see his own face, he was a little confused what was going on?

But facing Zhao Yin's stern face and the terrified expressions of the other three cameramen, his expression gradually changed, and he asked tremblingly, "What's wrong?"

He opened his mouth sideways.

Zhao Yin suddenly raised his right hand, and stuffed a handful of glutinous rice into the mouth of the big brother in the dark green down jacket.

"Hmm!" The big cameraman who stuffed his mouth full of glutinous rice stared in astonishment, and he only felt a chill in his mouth.

The other three big brothers were even more horrified. Everyone felt uncomfortable in their mouths, as if they had been stuffed with something strange.

They all shut their mouths tightly, unconsciously wanting to back away.

Just when they were worried that they would suffer the same treatment, a scene that surprised them happened:

The brother cameraman who was stuffed with glutinous rice suddenly widened his eyes to an exaggerated extent, and his eyes were about to burst.

Then, the white glutinous rice in his mouth gradually turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the red blood on his brow and forehead became brighter, almost glowing - as if something was about to pierce through his forehead and fly out.

"Ah ... ah ..." His throat made a sound of depression, his expression was embarrassed, as if he was suffering from any huge pain.

After Zhao Yin stuffed the glutinous rice into the mouth, Zihe stepped up to the brother cameraman, and suddenly put his right hand towards the opponent's face and mouth.

Then, traces of black air seeped from the blackened glutinous rice, was quickly grasped by Zihe like fingertips, and penetrated into Zihe's palm——

His palms and arms were covered with an invisible layer of black air, like black armor.

When the black air was drawn away by Zihe, the big cameraman suddenly rolled his eyes, and his body went limp.

Zhao Yin supported the other party, turned his head and said to the camera brother wearing a hat: "Broadcast 120."

"Really...really fighting?" The elder brother wearing the hat was stunned for a moment.

Isn't this the arrangement of the film crew?

"Of course it's true. Hurry up. If the cold air soaks into his body, I'm afraid he will fall ill." Zhao Yin sternly said, even digging in the opponent's mouth, pulling out the glutinous rice that had turned back to white.

The glutinous rice fell on the snow, and some splashed on the frozen blood on the side, and it turned from white to gray-black...

The shoulders of the big cameraman wearing a cap who was carrying the camera suddenly became weak, and the camera, which had been stable all along, also swayed, and even lost control of the camera, and began to sway left and right, not knowing what he was shooting.

This... isn't this a recorded program?

He swallowed, and looked at his colleague who fell to the ground and rolled his eyes, as if he had really passed out.

His heart skipped a beat, he held the camera on his shoulder in his arms, took out his phone with the other hand, and dialed 120.

"Hey……"

When the big brother in the hat was on the phone, the other two camera brothers were still insisting on shooting.

This... The cameraman fainted, the cameraman called 120, this... Is this all the arrangement of the film crew?

Also... is it too subtle?

The plot is one loop after another, the game is in the game, it is difficult to tell the truth from the fake, and it is too exciting!

The director is amazing!

"The outlet of this blood line is Yinfeng Valley. Don't break into it if the cameraman breaks it." Zhao Yin stood up, turned his head and said to Zihe.

"Who do you think set this up?" Zihe looked at Zhao Yin, and what he wanted to ask in his heart was, 'Could it be Rong Hao'?

Zhao Yin shook his head, turned his head to look at the cameraman's lens, and said to Zihe: "Probably not, if it was...he, it shouldn't be so complicated."

Zihe nodded.

He turned his head to look at the place where the bloodstains extended, and suddenly felt that Zhao Yin's words were a little strange again.

Why... It seems that he is so young that he knows Rong Hao very well?

Before Zihe could think deeply, Zhao Yin had already taken a step, following the bloodstains, towards the flower beds.

He held the flashlight high, his face was serious, and he walked slowly but steadily.

Zihe hurriedly followed, the sinister energy in his right hand surged in his palm if it had any substance.

The remaining two camera brothers who were still insisting on the camera positions hurriedly took two steps, one left and one right to keep up with them.

Following the light of the flashlights in Zihe and Zhao Yin's hands, their cameras gradually captured the things standing among the flower beds——

I saw a wooden stake about two meters high tied to two strong wooden chairs back to back.

A wooden chair was facing them, but there was no one sitting on it, only a layer of snow had accumulated on it.

However, the thick snow on the seat of the wooden chair, near the back of the chair tied with wooden stakes, was also dyed dark.

The upper end of the wooden stake tied to the wooden chair is like a cross, and a thinner wooden stick is fixed vertically on it.

The light swept to the right of the wooden cross stick, and there was a faint white thing hanging from the edge.

When they got closer and closer, the big cameraman walking on the right gasped suddenly, and he was a little afraid to go on.

That... that hanging white thing... seems to be a human hand!

Another big cameraman also vaguely guessed what was behind the wooden pile, he swallowed hard, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

Writer and director, this plot...seems to be going further and further down the road of 'unbroadcasting'?