138: Will-o'-the-wisp? The so-called supernatural photos

In this abandoned, unfinished building, the Homeless person pressed himself against the wall.

His muscles were tense, and he gripped a brick in his hand, listening carefully to the sounds outside.

As the footsteps gradually approached, countless thoughts flashed through the Homeless person's mind.

From the sound of the footsteps outside, there were probably three people.

Why would they come to an unfinished building in the middle of the night?

The Homeless person considered the worst-case scenario, thinking the people who came might be the 'Fat Bears'.

Just as their name suggests, Fat Bears refers to obese and large-bodied male homosexuals.

They specifically target solitary Homeless persons and have a particular fondness for the white socks on their feet.

Due to the difference in physique, coupled with the fact that Homeless persons are generally inconsistent with their meals and physically weak,

it's difficult to resist if they encounter Fat Bears, and they can only consider themselves unlucky.

Under normal circumstances, Fat Bears leave after they're done, pulling up their pants and running off,

so some Homeless persons also call them 'meat monkeys'.

A worse situation would be encountering a pervert.

These people usually come to places like this to abuse and kill stray cats and dogs to satisfy their twisted psychology.

And if they really encounter perverts who abuse animals,

Homeless persons like them, who have no social connections, are essentially no different in the eyes of the other party.

Several thoughts flashed through the Homeless person's mind, then were gradually dismissed.

After all, you could tell from the footsteps that there were roughly three people.

He hadn't heard of Fat Bears appearing in groups, as these things always happen under the cover of night.

The Homeless person had no social network, but Fat Bears had to pretend to be decent people during the day.

Thinking of this, the Homeless person slightly relaxed.

Suddenly, another guess emerged.

Could it be those streamers doing supernatural explorations again?

This Homeless person had lived in the unfinished building for quite some time and had witnessed some things during that period.

He had indeed encountered streamers who came to the unfinished building late at night to do exploration live streams.

And streamers like this generally don't just burst in while live streaming,

but will enter the unfinished building beforehand to set up the scene themselves,

which is to create program effects, fabricating so-called supernatural phenomena in advance.

For example, using red paint to write words like 'blood debt must be paid' on the wall.

Or randomly slapping a few bloody handprints on the wall to create the effect of a female ghost crawling on the wall,

and then hanging a rope nearby or something.

So almost all the graffiti seen in the unfinished building is done by these people.

Occasionally encountering streamers who came to set up the scene, the Homeless person could instead give the other party a fright.

In some cases, the Homeless person would even cooperate with them, helping to create some sounds during their live streams.

As the Homeless person was thinking, the footsteps outside grew closer and closer.

They seemed to be searching floor by floor, looking for people in each empty room.

Seeing that they were about to find the room he was in.

Two beams of flashlight light were already shining in through the empty door frame.

The Homeless person unconsciously held his breath, but the other party had clearly noticed this master bedroom.

The beams of flashlight light fixed on the floor of the room.

Among the messy construction debris, there was a clearly cleared-out area.

The dust on the ground also showed signs that someone had lain there.

Seeing this, the Homeless person was filled with regret.

Just now, in order not to make a sound, he hadn't deliberately hidden the traces of where he had slept.

And now, the other party had clearly seen the situation here.

They could determine that this master bedroom had been inhabited.

As the flashlight beams fixed on the ground, the three sets of footsteps seemed to have locked onto their target.

They were stepping on the scattered bricks on the ground, coming straight towards his master bedroom.

Listening to the sounds, the Homeless person looked back at the surrounding concrete walls.

How could there be any furniture in this unfinished building? There was nowhere for him to hide!

Knowing that he couldn't escape the fate of being discovered,

the Homeless person simply used the brick in his hand to heavily knock on the wall three times.

'Bang! Bang! Bang!'

Accompanied by the dull sound of the brick hitting the concrete wall.

The meaning he conveyed was quite obvious: there is someone here, and he has a weapon!

The Homeless person originally wanted to use this to deter the other party and make them leave wisely.

However, what happened next was completely different from his thoughts.

Just after the Homeless person made the sound, the two beams of flashlight light locked onto their target.

They shone straight into the room without moving an inch.

"Someone, right ahead."

At the same time, a man's voice sounded.

At first listen, it sounded a bit strange, like it was coming from an old radio.

The voice was extremely muffled, as if there was a layer separating it from reality.

As the footsteps approached, the Homeless person took a heavy breath, wanting to ask the other party's purpose.

Because he didn't often communicate with people, his throat felt a bit tight.

He didn't make a sound for a moment, cleared his throat, and spoke again:

"You... what are you doing?"

As he spoke, he poked his head out from the edge of the wall.

However, as soon as his head extended, the two beams of light immediately shone directly onto the Homeless person's face.

The dazzling light made him unable to open his eyes for a moment.

His dirty hand blocked his eyes, and the Homeless person struggled to look out.

And one of the people moved their flashlight down a bit,

it was then that he finally saw what the people who had come looked like.

He saw that these three people outside were all wearing white protective suits.

Under the glare of the flashlights, their protective suits were illuminated stark white.

And what was even stranger was that the people who came were all wearing transparent hoods over their heads.

That was precisely why the sounds they made just now were muffled.

And this attire looked somewhat like the astronauts he had seen on TV before.

When he saw the strange attire of the people who had come, the Homeless person was instantly stunned.

In the middle of the night, alone in an abandoned, unfinished building, encountering such a group of people...

The Homeless person felt his scalp tingle, and a sense of foreboding surged into his heart.

Sensing something strange, he didn't foolishly wait for the other party to approach.

He turned around and immediately dashed towards the windowsill.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: escape!

He took a few steps to the empty window and wanted to jump down from the second-floor window.

This was also the Homeless person's experience of many years.

When looking for shelter in abandoned, unfinished buildings, he deliberately did not go to higher floors.

On the one hand, the walls of unfinished buildings are not necessarily stable, and some load-bearing walls have been damaged due to disrepair over the years, so higher floors also carry greater risks.

Moreover, many of the stairs leading upstairs have collapsed and could break at any time.

And the first floor is often disturbed by rats.

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For various reasons, the second floor became the best location.

Even if he encountered any sudden situation, he could jump out the window and escape in time.

At this moment, this decision indeed showed its advantages.

The Homeless person dashed to the window in a few steps, and one leg was already over the windowsill.

However, just as he was about to step out with his other leg.

The footsteps behind him suddenly closed in, and the three people also rushed up.

They clearly saw the Homeless person's intention to jump out the window and escape, and they also became anxious.

Immediately after, a strong arm reached out from behind the Homeless person and firmly restrained his upper body.

The other two also rushed forward and directly pulled him back from the windowsill.

"Ah, no! Don't!" The Homeless person was pressed to the ground by the combined force of the three.

His arms and legs were also held down by the knees of the others, making it impossible for him to move at all.

He struggled violently a few times, and seeing that he really couldn't escape,

he began to plead urgently, his voice even taking on a crying tone:

"Big Brothers, what do you want to do? Let me go!"

"I have nothing on me, and I don't know anything... Mm!"

However, before he could finish his plea, a strip-shaped object suddenly reached out from behind him.

At first, the Homeless person thought the other party had taken out a rope or something, his eyes full of terror.

However, the next second, the person behind him directly covered his mouth and nose with that object.

Along with the soft and delicate touch...

The Homeless person suddenly realized that what was covering his face should be a towel!

At the same time, the person behind him was also exerting force with both hands, tightly pressing the towel over the Homeless person's mouth and nose.

Seeing this situation, the Homeless person thought the other party wanted to directly strangle him with the towel.

He opened his mouth wide, struggling desperately, even forgetting to breathe for a moment.

However, seeing him in this state, the three people seemed to exchange glances.

The person behind him said, "Take a deep breath."

The Homeless person felt his whole body stiffen, and then he reacted, instinctively opening his mouth and beginning to breathe.

He found that the towel covering his face was wet, as if something had just been applied to it.

The Homeless person gasped for air with his mouth wide open, struggling desperately.

Through the wet towel, the water stains on the towel were also inhaled into the Homeless person's throat as he breathed.

But strangely, when the water stains entered his mouth, his throat felt like it was coated with a thick phlegm.

In his resistance, he also tried to reach back and scratch the person behind him.

His dirty fingernails scratched against the protective suit, leaving a few shallow marks...

However, after a long standoff like this, these three people in protective suits did not make any other moves.

The Homeless person couldn't figure out their intentions at all, and it wasn't like in TV shows where they would use ethanol to knock him out.

It wasn't until the Homeless person was tired from gasping and saw that they had no other actions that he stopped struggling.

The three people exchanged glances and let go of the Homeless person on the ground.

Immediately after, the sounds of three sets of footsteps gradually faded away.

Listening to the footsteps receding, the Homeless person swallowed twice.

He remained kneeling on the ground, gasping, and took a long time to recover.

He listened carefully to the sounds, confirming that the three people had left, then collapsed onto the ground, breathing with lingering fear.

However, he still didn't understand what this group of strange people dressed like aliens wanted to do?

"Damn it, these people... are they crazy?" The Homeless person grumbled angrily.

And it seemed this place wasn't very safe either. The Homeless person got up from the ground, preparing to pack his things and find another place to stay in the building.

He picked up a few dirty plastic bottles from the ground, just about to leave.

Suddenly, he felt his arm go numb, accompanied by an itching sensation.

The Homeless person didn't pay attention, scratched it with his fingernails, leaving a few white marks.

...

The rain had been intermittent for several days, and the continuous overcast and rainy weather seemed to cast a shadow over people's hearts.

However, during this time, Su Yue was happily enjoying his leisure at home.

Now was the busiest time for Yuantu Investment, and the Market Department had a large number of documents to organize every day.

Li Haoyang would also call from time to time, complaining about how heavy the workload was each day.

And because Su Yue was not at the company, the Director had given all his work to Li Haoyang.

His words also revealed envy for Su Yue being able to take paid leave.

It could be said that Li Haoyang was tired of saying the word envy.

And while Su Yue was recovering under the guise of a fever, he also had a lot of time alone with Lin Jia during this period.

Coupled with Lin Jia's attentiveness and deliberate care for the patient.

To an outsider, they even had a sense of living together like a couple.

At present, Su Yue's fever had long subsided, and the condition of the wound on his left arm was also improving.

At least it didn't hurt as much as it did at first, and it even felt a bit itchy, with new granulation tissue growing.

And Su Yue hadn't been idle, constantly thinking about that special classification intelligence.

Seeing that it was time for the weekly intelligence refresh, Su Yue came to the basement early.

He was changing the bandage on his wound while waiting for the intelligence refresh.

"Ding, intelligence refreshed. This content is B-level."

In the basement, the System's mechanical voice sounded.

Su Yue finished wrapping the bandage and looked towards the intelligence platform.

And the System did not provide substantive intelligence, but only sent an email on the computer.

Su Yue clicked to open the email to view it, but when he saw the content of the email, his brow furrowed unconsciously.

"Is this intelligence... related to that suitcase?" Su Yue muttered in confusion.

What the email showed seemed to be a screenshot of a video.

The user ID that posted the video was 'Brother Chong Supernatural Exploration'.

And what was shown in the picture was a scene of an unfinished building.

The video quality was quite blurry, looking like it was accidentally captured from a distant building.

From the user ID, it was not difficult to see that the uploader of this video should be a blogger who makes short videos about supernatural exploration.

But there didn't seem to be any supernatural events in this unfinished building.

To be precise, it was just that through a window in the unfinished building, a faint green fire could be seen.

Su Yue carefully examined this video screenshot, not knowing what connection this refreshed intelligence had with the previous suitcase light piece.

Or rather, do these two pieces of intelligence refer to two completely unrelated things?

Having no clue for the moment, Su Yue had to focus his attention on the green 'ghost fire' in the screenshot.

But after watching for a while, Su Yue found something else was wrong, and he couldn't help but feel even more speechless...

Because he saw that in this video screenshot, the surrounding green belt was also captured.

And the leaves that should have been emerald green looked very strange in the screenshot.

It was as if a layer of dark green paint had been applied, looking very unnatural.

Seeing this, Su Yue clearly realized the reason.

This video was obviously artificially color-graded.

And the other party's method of faking was not at all clever; they didn't even use Photoshop to create a mask for the 'ghost fire'.

They simply added a filter, making the originally red flame appear green.

At the same time, it made the surrounding vegetation appear an extremely unnatural dark green.

Su Yue shook his head to himself, shifting his gaze from the so-called supernatural direction.

Now it was clear, there was firelight coming from this unfinished building, so it seemed someone was living there?

But is there any connection between this and the previous suitcase intelligence?

...

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