"Why didn't you two wait for me?" Qin Guang ran out of the Side Hall, panting as he caught up with Fu Bole and Wei Chaochao.
"Look at how timid you are. Do you really seem like someone who does outdoor horror livestreams?" Fu Bole had a sharp tongue. "Were all those paranormal encounters you had outdoors staged in advance?"
"Some were arranged by the studio, but others weren't."
"Like the time you got scared into the hospital?" Fu Bole was very interested in Qin Guang's experiences, but Qin Guang clearly didn't want to think about them again. He ignored Fu Bole and changed the subject.
"I just saw a ball rolling by itself in the Side Hall. It seems like there are a few children here that we can't see with the naked eye."
"That's a pretty amateurish thing to say." Fu Bole shook his head. "I know President Ma thinks highly of you as a streamer. I thought you'd have some skill, but it looks like I was wrong. I know at least six ways to make a ball move by itself. It's nothing special. Sometimes we use the same tricks on human-head models to make the heads roll around on their own. It makes for a more striking visual effect."
"Like that?" Qin Guang pointed behind Fu Bole.
"What?" Fu Bole and Wei Chaochao turned around at the same time. They saw that the photo on the altar table, which had been facing away from them, had changed. The old man in the black-and-white photo had turned around!
"Isn't that the old man who spoke to us earlier?" Wei Chaochao said in surprise.
"An old guy who's about to die, making himself a memorial portrait. Doesn't he know it's bad luck? One day, the act might become