The weedy field gave people a strange and ominous feeling. I don’t know if this is my real feeling, or if I heard Wu Ling’s words in the previous audio and knew about the curse, I had this feeling.

The camera began to move, moving forward along the wide dirt road. The camera was facing the weeds.

The wind blew, the grass leaves shaking and rustled. Because of the large area, the rustling sound could be heard from far away and recorded by DV.

With this sound and the footsteps of the three people, the weeds were getting closer and closer.

When the wind blows violently and lowers the grass, you can see some buildings in the middle of the weedland.

With a brush, it seemed that someone had unfolded the paper.

"From this way, there will be a small path. It was cleaned up by the police last time. There should be traces here. When they were looking for people, they searched for them in a net style and many grasses were removed." Wu Ling said.

The camera turned around and did not stop on Wu Ling's body. It continued to go down and fell on the paper in her hand.

The paper looks like draft paper, with a low quality and has been folded.

A simple map is drawn above, marking out the weeds and surrounding buildings. There is a row of houses in the middle of the weeds, which extends outward from the row of houses and has a straight road.

"The road was originally opened by a labor reform farm, but it was abandoned later and weeds grew. After the last incident, it should have been cleared out."

The camera turns back to the weeds and extends to the distance.

There is nothing special about the picture.

The camera fell to the ground again. The weeds next to it were obviously shorter than this dirt road, with no roadbed and no trace of anyone walking through it.

The rustling sound continued, but it became slightly lighter.

The wind is getting weak.

The video is very quiet, and there is nothing else except these sounds.

This continued for a while and the footsteps changed.

"Not arrived yet?" Ye Qing's voice.

The camera turned around, swept over Ye Qing's mosaic-cared face, and fell on the weeds again.

Wu Ling pondered, "According to what Mr. Zhao said, it's almost time to go... it should be here."

The camera continues to search, sometimes capturing their way when they come.

The road looks particularly long, without a head or tail, and extends endlessly. However, when they came, they could see the farmyard in the village, but the direction they were moving forward was really endless, and they could only see the horizon.

"It seems that we were trapped." Wu Ling's tone was not so sure.

When the wind blew, the weeds began to shake violently, and after shaking back and forth several times, they were pressed down.

The house in the center of the weeds was exposed again.

The direction this time seemed to be on the left hand side of Qingye and the others, just right on the left, without an angle.

"Ha..." Ye Qing laughed, "It's quite interesting."

After he said something, two footsteps came from the screen.

"Let's go."

With Ye Qing's words, the camera kept up.

Ye Qing had already stepped into the weeds, stretched out his hand to push away the weeds, and walked forward.

Wu Ling followed him, and the camera followed him immediately.

"Boss, do you need me to walk ahead?" Liu Miao asked.

"No." Ye Qing replied.

Ye Qing walked in the front but did not play a role in leading the way.

I don’t know what kind of plant these weeds are, standing one by one, but they seem to have both soft qualities.

Ye Qing and Wu Ling brushed the weeds away, and they were like tumblers, but the shaking curves were as soft as they themselves and would not rebound like plants like bamboo.

In this way, there is no question of pioneering the way.

As Qingye and the other two stepped into the weeds, only the backs of Wu Ling and Ye Qing, as well as countless weeds were left in the camera.

The weeds swayed like this, swaying, without stopping.

The wind stopped at some point.

The video progress bar went forward for ten minutes, and the unchanging picture ended.

When Ye Qing brushed away the weeds again, the camera scene suddenly became clear. He paused and stepped out. Wu Ling also walked out of the weeds. Finally, Liu Miao, who was holding the DV.

The picture lit up, and in the sun, there were a row of bungalows.

These bungalows are very old, three-story buildings, and are almost the same as simple board houses. The walls are peeling off, revealing the black-dyed bricks and stones.

No weeds grew around the house because the ground in this place was no longer land, but cement.

The cement floor is covered with ashes and is not very flat. In some places, there are sunkens. I don’t know if I have driven a heavy vehicle or some heavy objects have been dropped.

The camera swept around.

This place... gives people a more ominous feeling.

With a blink of an eye, Wu Ling seemed to take out the hand-drawn simple map again.

"The time is wrong." Wu Ling said, "It should be a while before we go."

"This is also part of the curse? Is there such a curse?" Liu Miao asked.

"Normal, curses at most cause our memories to be confused. The machine should not be affected." Wu Ling turned his head and looked at the camera.

Liu Miao suddenly realized.

The video screen moved slightly downward, facing Wu Ling's legs.

Liu Miao's voice sounded again: "Only more than ten minutes have passed. The recording time is only more than ten minutes."

The lens moves.

Wu Ling flipped his wrist and looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Same." She said.

"Then this is..." Liu Miao pointed the camera at the open space.

"Some people keep pace with the times and invent new curses, or, this is not a man-made curse. There is another situation where we also have hallucinations when we observe these machines." Wu Ling said.

"Boss, do you think it's that?" Liu Miao asked, pointing the camera at Ye Qing's back.

Since he arrived here, the camera has scanned Ye Qing several times, and he has been looking at the bungalow.

"The first and the second." Ye Qing answered with certainty and walked towards the bungalow.

"Why?" Liu Miao was puzzled.

"Intuition." Ye Qing still gave the answer directly.

The three of them had arrived before the bungalow.

The door of the bungalow is a large rusty iron door. It looks heavy but cannot be used to prevent it.

There is no lock on it, and the door handles are a little off.

Ye Qing pressed his hand on the door panel, and with a force, the door made a harsh squeak.

The sound seems to be able to travel far.

Outside the camera, there seemed to be a huge sound of weeds blowing by the strong wind.

"Um." Liu Miao's voice became strange, probably covering his mouth and nose, "This smell..."

Wu Ling's voice also changed a little, "Must smell, and..."

The door was pushed open by Ye Qing, and the room was dark.

Liu Miao turned on the flash on the DV and the room was illuminated instantly.

At the same time, a long shadow hit the walls of the room.
Chapter completed!