That patch of wild grassland gave off an eerie, ominous feeling. I couldn't tell whether it was a genuine impression or whether hearing Wu Ling talk about the curse in the earlier audio had made me see it that way.
The camera began to move, following the broad dirt road straight ahead. It remained pointed at the wild grassland.
The wind blew through, stirring the grass with a rustling sound. The grassland was so vast that the noise carried from far away and was picked up by the DV.
Accompanied by that sound and the footsteps of the three people, the grassland drew closer and closer.
When the wind picked up and pressed the grass low, it became possible to see what looked like buildings in the middle of the grassland.
There was a rustle, like someone unfolding a sheet of paper.
"Keep going straight from here, and you'll come to a path. The police cleared it when they came last time. There should be traces on this side, too. When they searched for people, they combed the area, clearing away a lot of the grass," Wu Ling said.
The camera turned, didn't linger on Wu Ling, and continued downward, settling on the paper in her hand.
It looked like ordinary scratch paper, not very good quality, and had been folded.
A simple map had been drawn on it, marking the grassland and the surrounding buildings. There was a row of houses in the middle of the grassland, with a straight road extending out from them.
"The road was originally built by the labor camp farm. After it was abandoned, weeds grew over it. It should have been cleared after what happened last time."
The camera turned back to the grassland and panned toward the distance.
There was nothing unusual