I Developed Stealing Pen And Exported Chinese Culture To The World

Fatty Wang's smile froze,

Because looking inside through the window, he vaguely saw something very fast, flashed across the room with a "swish", and disappeared into the darkness immediately!!

"Damn...do you see it?"

"What?" asked naively.

Qin Wanzhi also squeezed to the window at this time, asking what happened.

Fatty Wang poked his forehead and looked around, but he didn't notice anything unusual at the moment, and wondered for a while whether he had misread it.

"It's all right, let's go in first and talk about it first. But Fat Master 24 said hello in advance, this sanatorium feels quite evil, we must be careful."

Afterwards, three people climbed into the window one after another and came inside.

Inside the house is a lobby, with a spiral wooden staircase on the left, dusty and dilapidated.

"Go up from here, the number on the key is 306, which means we are going to the third floor." Said Tianzhen, while taking out a camera from the backpack, and turned on the screen recording function.

Fatty Wang asked him what he was doing with the camera, he wanted to broadcast the adventure live, and be an Internet celebrity anchor?

Naively replied, "Didn't you say that the sanatorium is evil? I take pictures whenever I go. If something really happens, it will be convenient for others to understand the specific situation here when collecting the body."

The following plot is almost the same as that played in the opening CG,

Naively holding the camera to record, muttering words——

"I came here according to the address on the note."

"From here, you should be able to find that room."

The three innocently stepped up the spiral staircase. The frame of the ladder was too old and broken, and when they stepped on it, there was a "creaking" noise, as if it would break at any time.

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself"

Tianzhen said to the camera, "My name is Tianzhen, I live in Hangzhou, and my home is in Wushanju, next to Xiling Yinshe on Hefang Street. I...I am now in Golmud Nursing Home...

"If I die in this place, and someone finds my camera, please give it to Wu Shanju's buddy Wang Meng..."

Speaking of this, the innocent expression suddenly froze, and the performance showed a touch of nervousness and fear.

His eyes alternately scan the camera monitor, sometimes sideways, almost to the back of his head.

"Ah Xiba," Fatty Wang complained, "Don't say such unlucky words, you kid, why did you die here..."

Before he finished speaking, Tian Zhen tugged Fatty Wang's sleeve, signaling him to shut up.

Then, holding his throat, with his other free hand, he pointed to the camera screen,

"Miss Qin, fat man... we may really be in trouble..."

547.

"Look,"

The innocent voice is as soft as a mosquito bite, "The box above the display screen is the automatic portrait capture function, which can track the face and is convenient for taking pictures and videos.

"The person in this box is me, this box is Miss Qin, and this is your ugly fat man"

At this moment, a total of four boxes appeared on the display screen!!

Naively moved his hand, facing the last frame in order, exclaimed,

"So... what's in this box... who is it??".