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Mumu was eager to find out if there was anyone else around her. When she groped her way towards the toilet door, she finally touched something. It was a pair of legs.
Mumu wasn't scared. Instead, she calmed down. She steadied herself and continued to feel for the owner of the legs. As she groped upwards, she felt the liquid flowing from the person's back. The scalding blood mixed with the cold ceramic floor, and it was still oozing out. Mumu's cold hands were soon warmed by it.
It wasn't until she felt the camera that she was sure the person lying beside her was the cameraman. The cameraman had fallen, but the live - broadcast hadn't stopped. Besides the cameraman following each psychic, there was also a drone camera hovering overhead.
The people in the studio were the first to notice something was wrong. The footage from the drone camera showed only an empty and brightly - lit toilet. But the scene from the fallen cameraman's camera on the ground was completely different. His lens was pitch - black, but one could vaguely make out Mumu groping for something on the ground.
It was so dark that the camera automatically turned on the night - vision mode. The two cameras showed completely different scenes, one like daytime and the other like midnight.
Even more terrifying was that Mumu couldn't open her eyes. Without any warning, a glowing red thread hung down from the ceiling behind her and was gradually approaching her. Mumu didn't notice the strange thing behind her at all. Her attention was all on the fallen cameraman.
After Mumu felt the camera that had fallen on the ground, and confirmed that the pool of the cameraman's blood was in front of her, she felt relieved. Mumu sat cross - legged on the ground and took out a shriveled animal carcass from her pocket. It was too small to tell what kind of animal it was.
With her eyes closed, she searched and placed the thing in the pool of blood under the cameraman. The animal carcass actually melted when it touched the blood! After it melted in the blood, it seemed as if something in the pool of blood came to life. It wriggled non - stop, moving towards the cameraman's body along the flow of the blood. When the living thing burrowed into the cameraman's body, the camera obviously brightened up and was no longer pitch - black.
The footage from the live - broadcast camera hovering in mid - air also changed. It was like an old TV at home, with a snowy screen. Mumu and the cameraman's figures flickered in and out.
The people in the studio could feel it more intuitively. The two camera views seemed to be separated by a wall - like thing, creating two different spaces. Now, the two spaces were finally about to merge.
The black film in front of Mumu's eyes was gradually thinning, and light was seeping in. Just when everyone thought things were going to turn for the better, the footage from the hovering camera went white. When the picture came back, the people in the studio found that the two pictures that were about to merge were now completely separated. Mumu and the others were no longer in the picture.
Mumu sensed something was wrong and knew she had to make a choice. Without hesitation, her heart sank, and she gritted her teeth. She directly tore out the film that was about to thicken again in her eyes with her bare hands.
"Ah!!!"
Mumu writhed in pain on the ground. After the black thing fell off her body, she threw it away forcefully. The next moment, the film disappeared without a trace like fog.
As the black air disappeared, the lights in the room finally came back on. The pictures from the two cameras overlapped again.
The people in the studio cheered. They thought Mumu had won.
Mumu covered her face tightly in pain. Her nails dug deeply into her flesh, leaving bloodstains. Her fingers were claw - like. She didn't dare to touch her eyes, but the tearing pain was unbearable.
Afraid of any more changes, Mumu only took a short break and then forced her eyes open. This time, she could finally see the scene in front of her clearly, but tears streamed down her face. No, it wasn't tears. It was blood - tears.
Mumu casually wiped the blood off her face with her hand and mixed the remaining blood on her hand with the pool of the cameraman's blood on the ground. Looking at the blood - tears in her hand, she got up calmly.
Mumu still slumped on the ground without moving. If she had stood up, she would have found that her face was covered in fresh blood.
The first thing Mumu did after she could see was not to leave. Instead, her attention was all on the fallen cameraman. Mumu coldly watched the blood continuously flowing from the back of the cameraman's head, spreading under his body.
Mumu didn't take any first - aid measures. She just watched indifferently. After Mumu's blood mixed with his, a tear of blood trickled out of the corner of the unconscious cameraman's eye.
The suffering that should have befallen Mumu had been transferred to the poor cameraman who knew nothing.
Seeing that the transfer was successful, Mumu smiled smugly. After standing up, she even kicked the cameraman and said impatiently,
"You're really useless. You didn't even make a sound to warn me when someone was coming. You deserve it. If I wasn't waiting for the curse to backfire on you, would I have wasted my time waiting here?"
The animal carcass Mumu put into the cameraman's blood was actually a leech. As the name suggests, it lives by attaching itself to fresh blood. Guided by Mumu's magic, it was turned into a substitute puppet. As long as it melted in anyone's blood, that person could substitute for her and suffer undifferentiated harm.
Seeing that the curse had taken effect, Mumu had a clear goal. She immediately got up and walked towards the toilet door. She wanted to get out. She had finally escaped from the illusion and the curse of this house. She couldn't get trapped again.
However, if the door could be opened, the program crew would have broken in immediately and sent the cameraman for first - aid. There wouldn't have been a chance for her to continue bullying the cameraman.
When the program crew saw the cameraman fall, they immediately called an ambulance to wait at the teaching building. The emergency doctors rushed up with a stretcher.
They were really fast, but speed couldn't solve the problem. When they reached the door and broke in, there wasn't a single person in the toilet.
They hadn't broken through the illusion. They were still inside. The director understood this, so he could only wait for Mumu to break the illusion and return to this room.
After Mumu tried to open the door, she finally realized this. Her face turned pale. She involuntarily bit her lips tightly. Her hands became icy cold as she nervously clenched her fists. Her fingertips dug deeply into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
Mumu's heart was pounding.
"How is it possible? How can the door not open? I've already dispelled the attached resentment just now. Why can't I open it? Could there be something else hidden in this space?"