"What made it strange was that the police officers who came were evasive about both his brother's state of death and the manner of his death. They only told him that his brother, Qiao Yu, had died in a relatively remote place, and that he should come to the police station for details."

"Of course, he went. The police officer in charge of receiving him first comforted him for a while, and then asked him if his brother had shown any signs before the incident, such as... whether he had developed any mental problems."

Hearing this, Wan Yuanning frowned. It seemed that the police had also discovered some unusual circumstances, otherwise they wouldn't have asked such a question.

"The man naturally didn't hide anything about his brother's condition, but what made him strange was that the officer in charge only recorded the information and refused to reveal anything."

"After the man described the situation for a while, the recording officer even called in a few more people. Everyone looked at the man, with strange expressions flashing in their eyes from time to time."

"Later, at the man's repeated requests, he finally learned that his brother, Qiao Yu, had died in a relatively remote small square."

"The police officer then took out some clothes and photos of personal belongings for the man to identify. The man was sure that the deceased was his brother, Qiao Yu."

"Were there no photos of the deceased?" Wan Yuanning lowered her voice. Now that the body had been found, wouldn't it be more direct to use the deceased's photos?

Unless the deceased's death was so gruesome that the face couldn't be recognized, or out of consideration for the family's well-being, fearing they wouldn't be able to accept it.

But Wan Yuanning judged that Qiao Yu's brother didn't belong to the second category.

Liu Guo glanced at her, didn't directly answer her question, and continued, "After that, the police officer took the man to another room. As soon as the man entered the room, he found a laptop on the table, which he had bought for Qiao Yu on his 20th birthday."

"First, he signaled the man to calm down, then the police officer sat in the chair next to him, exhaled a long breath, and looked at him very formally, saying that no matter what he saw next, he hoped he could remain calm."

"The police officer found one of the folders, and then opened it. Inside was a somewhat blurry video. The surroundings were dark, but not pitch black, and there was some light."

"The video should have been shot by hand, shaking quite a bit. The built-in speakers transmitted the sound of howling wind, and a person's rapid breathing."

"The man immediately recognized that the rapid breathing was Qiao Yu," Liu Guo said.

"The camera slowly scanned the surroundings. The person filming should have wanted the people who saw this video later to know where he was."

"Gradually, it could be seen that this was a small square, but it didn't seem to be frequented by people. There were occasional snack bags or mineral water bottle caps on the ground, suggesting that it wasn't usually well-managed."

"Along the perimeter of the square, there was a row of streetlights. The light wasn't strong, but it was better than nothing. Now, the person holding the video was standing under one of the streetlights."

"Slowly, other sounds began to appear in the video. It was Qiao Yu's voice. He seemed to be facing extreme fear."

"'It's coming, it's right here.'" Liu Guo imitated the tone he heard at the time, a tone of fear, with a suffocating sense of oppression.

"The filming equipment in Qiao Yu's hand shook even more violently. He said urgently, 'I can feel it, footsteps... footsteps!'"

"Like a madman's rambling, no one knew what footsteps he was talking about. The police also told the man that they had used professional equipment to denoise the audio, but still heard nothing. Apart from naturally occurring sounds, only Qiao Yu was talking to himself."

"The next second, the equipment shook violently, and then pointed in one direction. Qiao Yu's breathing immediately became rapid, as if his lungs were about to explode."

"That was the direction of the streetlights. Qiao Yu was standing under one of the streetlights at the time, and the direction he was filming was towards the end of the row of streetlights."

"There were probably more than 10 of them, with the furthest one being a little less than 100 meters away from him."

"But then, the furthest streetlight suddenly started to flicker, and then, a few seconds later, it went out silently."

Hearing this, the ominous premonition in everyone's heart grew stronger. Liu Guo was a very good storyteller, and his handling of the atmosphere was just right.

An uneasy atmosphere began to ferment, and everyone unconsciously moved closer to each other.

Fatty pulled Chu Jiu over as well, letting her stand in front of him, leaning against him.

"Then, the next streetlight, next to the one that had gone out, also began to flicker, and then went out as well."

"One by one, the speed gradually increased. From the perspective of the person holding the camera, it was as if something extremely terrifying in the darkness was gradually approaching."

"But under the streetlights... there was clearly nothing there!"

"The light was swallowed little by little, and the stability of the video became worse and worse. Qiao Yu's voice began to become desperate. He seemed to have no desire to run anymore, or... he knew that running was useless."

"'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please... please let me go,'" Qiao Yu said, crying, his voice becoming hoarse. "'They did it all, it has nothing to do with me... nothing to do with me. I know I was wrong, don't... don't...'"

"Ah... ah ah!"

Everything stopped abruptly.

Liu Guo took a deep breath. Recounting this event made him feel very nervous, even making his back feel cold.

After his emotions eased slightly, he continued.

He looked at Jiang Cheng, who was frowning slightly, and said, "With the violent shaking of the screen, the entire video went black."

Obviously, Qiao Yu, who was holding the equipment, was dead.

So the equipment naturally fell and no one cared about it.

For a long time afterward, everyone was silent, not entirely because of the strangeness and fear, but more because they were thinking.

Thinking about the connections within.

"Do you guys remember what the nurse said?" Jiao Tailang said, stroking his chin.

Before Yu Youwei died, she also said similar things. She knelt on the ground, crying and saying that she was wrong, begging to be let go.

"And Li Maoshen." Wu's voice was flat and cold, and he added, "He also said he was wrong before he died."

They all said they were wrong.

Judging from the results, they should have already known what was going to kill them, at least they knew why they were being killed.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have said that.

Now the most important thing was to figure out what they had done wrong.

"It should be related to the video," Liu Guo raised his head and suddenly said, "They filmed something they shouldn't have."

"Reason?" Jiang Cheng looked at him and asked coldly.

"We've been looking for the relationship between them before, but now I think it should be clear." He took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Cheng.

On it were a few young people, 2 men and 3 women, smiling very brightly.

The six red characters below the photo that read "Shen Wei Spirit Exploration Team" were exceptionally glaring.