After simple repairs, the convoy was ready to set up camp here temporarily and get ready to explore the ruins in front of it.
Boss Ma, who thought that everything was under control, was sitting on a beach chair, leaning on his civilized staff and facing the ruins with fiery eyes.
He chose to turn a blind eye to the nagging complaints of his young model girlfriend beside him, and just stared at the relic in front of him that might contain his hope.
While the group was busy, Hu Ming was sitting alone on the city wall, looking at the eaves in the ruins.
"What are you looking at?"
Li Cu, who had no idea what a photography assistant should do, came to Hu Ming and asked casually.
"I said I was seeing a ghost, do you believe it?"
Hu Ming did not look back, his eyes were still focused on the shadowed area above the eaves.
From this angle, nothing else can be seen except the shadows cast by the buildings.
"Ghost? Don't scare me. What kind of era is it now? Are you still a ghost? Do you think I'm a child? Can ghost stories scare me?"
At this time, Wu Xie happened to be in Hangzhou. For various reasons, Li Cu introduced Wang Meng, who was troubled by his bad friend's normal state and suicide for obvious reasons, to Wu Xie.
The cold sun outside the desert couldn't bring me the slightest coolness, but nothing but the icy heat in my heart.
"What? It's mysterious. Is it a success? Is it really a ghost?"
"Is it a hallucination? Is it possible? Is there really no such creature as a ghost?"
In just a few minutes, Lan Ting's underwear was not soaked by the hot sweat.
only...
"Boss, Master Qi, please wait and see! There is no new discovery!"
What about retreating? The ruins of the buildings inside scare me? Is that right?
"I haven't had a chance to meet again yet!"
"They said those cameras...did they capture something they were supposed to capture?"
I carefully opened several SLR cameras and found that the SD cards outside were also damaged to the same extent.
Just when Lan Ting was at a loss for what to do, Hu Ming, who was digging a hole to set up a tent, suddenly shouted softly.
Wu Xie's next words vaguely rang in Lan Ting's ears. Under the rays of the little sun, Lan Ting's forehead was instantly covered with hot sweat.
"Maybe Xiao Baitian has seen a ghost!"
Almost all the SLRs outside the sand pit were smashed, and various parts were piled up in a mess. As Hu Ming said, the inner casings of few instruments were covered with scorch marks.
...
"Besides, it's still broad daylight, where did the ghost come from?"
About eight years later, because of the writing material, you and a bad friend joined a tour group to Gutongjing.
Li Cu looked in the direction Xili pointed, and I roughly understood something. He twitched the corner of his mouth, shook his head and sighed.
"The SD card is still intact. Do you really know if this guy is lucky or has a short-sighted mind?"
Wu Xie and Li Cu looked at each other, a look of surprise flashing in their eyes.
"Hu Ming, leave it to him. Let's see if we can find some useless photos outside."
"By the way, Lan Ting, find a bad angle and use his SLR to avoid taking a picture. It's not where you were looking just now... When you look back, he will find some interesting things."
Hu Ming laughed, blinked at the shadow, turned over and jumped up from the wall.
Having said that, Lan Ting was quite honest and obediently took a few photos from the same angle in the direction Wu Xie was looking.
"What's going on? Why does the dead kid look like he's frightened?"
Before Wu Xie dug out a familiar instrument from the sand pit, he whistled, took out the SD card and threw it to Hu Ming.
It's just... when Lan Tingshang screamed out unconsciously, the human-shaped shadow on the eaves seemed to smile, and in the last moment, it suddenly disappeared without a trace!!!
Xi Li met Wang Meng through Li Cu. Eight years later, at another tea party, Li Cu, whose pseudonym was Guan Gen, met Wang Meng.
Unfortunately, Wu Xie went to the United States a long time ago, and due to various reasons, the relationship between the two did not go beyond friendship.
"Tsk, you seem to have discovered a strange instrument..."
After leaving, Wu Xie waved his hand at Lan Ting and reminded him.
Li Cu looked at Lan Ting, who looked frightened and confused, in astonishment.
Li Cu subconsciously shrank his neck, and seemed to feel a dark wind slowly blowing from the ruins. He subconsciously took a step back, squeezing his neck and said.
While the group of people were busy performing their duties, Wu Xie wandered around Qi Zhou leisurely, commenting and marveling at some wall tablets that recorded ancient texts.
When everyone gathered around, Xili frowned and pointed to a pile of camera equipment dug out of the sand pit.
Lan Ting was not convinced. He went back and forth to observe the scene from every corner, but still found something.
"Just because you haven't seen something before doesn't mean you don't have it. Be careful. This ruins is not simple. There are dangers everywhere inside. Don't leave it here accidentally."
"Fuck!"
Above the eaves, a white human-shaped silhouette suddenly appeared!
Some time later, Xili joined a team again and went to Gutongjing. Then...he committed suicide not long after returning.
"Obviously he is also a professor of archeology, but why do he talk like these little gods? He talks so loudly..."
You said you were seeing a ghost!
…
Wu Xie did not participate in the discussion of several people. He glanced at Li Cu, who looked less regretful, lit a cigarette and came to the side.
"...unlucky boy."
Lan Ting's heart suddenly trembled, his hand shook, and the SLR was about to fall down.
Just when the preparations were about to begin, Lan Ting's emissary suddenly turned the camera in the direction that Xili was looking at.
Wu Xie continued to dig deeper into the pit with the engineering shovel, pointed his finger, and replied casually.
Xili held the Danfan in her hand tightly, her mind filled with ghosts from just now, and she subconsciously expressed her guess.
It is worth mentioning that Wang Meng’s bad friend Naotao committed suicide not long before returning from Gutongjing, and Wang Meng...
"You were just about to set up a tent outside, and then you discovered those things, and they looked like they had been burned by fire!"
Xiaozhi looked through it, but Lan Ting still found nothing normal. However, despite Li Cu's call, he could only follow the assistant's job and take photos aimlessly everywhere.
Lan Ting looked at Wu Xie's retreating back and muttered happily.
The corners of Xili's mouth curled up slightly and he flicked away the half-smoked cigarette.
"It's still business as usual. There's nothing there?"
The owner of that camera, Xili, knew Wang Meng, a famous young male writer in Baodao.
