The old woman's voice immediately rang out, asking repeatedly, "What's wrong? What happened in there?"
The camera had entered the room, capturing the man as he kept backing away.
He looked at the camera in a panic, pointed toward the bedroom door, and stammered, unable to get a complete sentence out.
Following the sound of footsteps, the camera reached the bedroom door.
The first thing visible was the simple layout of the bedroom. There were many small items in the room, but not much large furniture.
The bed, the cabinet, the desk and chairs...
The chair in front of the desk had been pulled out at an odd angle, as if someone had just stood up and left their seat.
The camera moved downward.
The laptop on the desk was still on, but its screen had gone dark. Beside it was a desk lamp. The lamp had a large base and a long arm, from which hung a talisman with half a corner burned away.
By then, the lower part of the frame had captured part of a figure.
The camera adjusted slightly, focusing on the person lying face-down on the floor.
She was sprawled on the floor with her head turned toward the camera. Not only was she facing the camera, her face was also turned upward, her eyes wide open as she stared blankly above her.
Dried tear tracks still clung to her face. The mottled marks made the corpse look even more pitiful and horrifying.
"Someone's dead! Someone's dead!" the man shouted.
The old woman cried out too, asking what had happened.
The camera had moved away from the corpse and was filming the pulled-out chair and the space behind it.
It was empty. There was nothing there.
But anyone with yin-yang eyes could have seen a