In the live broadcast room of atheist Xiaoqi.
Wang Qi talked with Fan Jing for a few words and prepared to interview the Wei family father and son again.
Although Wang Qi had already concluded in his heart that the incident of the cat-faced old lady was caused by the Wei family.
But he is an anchor and a self-disciplined media person, and he must maintain a fair and impartial attitude.
You cannot rely on your own judgment and preferences to influence the preferences of live broadcast viewers.
But when Wang Qi was about to go over, reporter Shen Jie, who was sitting in another corner of the mourning hall, suddenly waved to him.
"We discovered something here..."
When Wang Qi walked over, Shen Jie said with a trembling voice.
"What's wrong?" Wang Qi was stunned.
"It's a shot taken earlier. It seems, there seems to be something wrong." Photography assistant Wu Jianfeng said.
His face turned pale and he handed the notebook in his arms to Wang Qi.
The videos captured by the filming team will first be stored in the notebook and edited in advance.
Wu Jianfeng serves as an assistant, and categorizing and sorting videos is one of his jobs.
He was the first to discover that there was a problem with the video.
While showing Wang Qi a video on his laptop, he lowered his voice and said, "There is a ghost..."
As he spoke, he carefully glanced at the portrait of the old lady in front of the mourning hall.
Reporter Shen Jie hesitated to speak. Wang Qi was broadcasting live. It was not good to mention these things at this time, but now he was really worried and wanted to know what Wang Qi thought.
Wang Qi looked at the screen strangely, and at the same time he generously pointed the selfie stick camera at the screen.
The video was taken when the Wei family and Fan Jing had an argument and accidentally threw a brick and smashed the urn.
At that time, Shen Jie led the filming team into the mourning hall and captured the scene of the portrait shedding blood and tears.
"Right here!"
Wu Jianfeng pressed the pause button and pointed to a certain location on the laying table: "Xiao Qi, look, is there... the shadow of the old lady here?"
The lights in the mourning hall were dim, and it was raining heavily outside, and thunder was roaring.
The atmosphere at the scene naturally became a bit eerie.
Shen Jie and the others looked at Wang Qi and wanted to know what Wang Qi thought.
The frozen video picture is a bit blurry.
But I did vaguely capture the figure of the old lady, who looked a little indifferent and stood expressionless at the table.
Wang Qi squinted his eyes and looked closely at the picture.
"Hi!" He suddenly laughed, "Xiao Wu, you are wrong. There is no such thing as an old lady. It is just the incense in the incense burner and the smoke coming out."
"Smoke?" Shen Long and Zhang Qiu quickly came over to take a closer look.
"This is a kind of visual illusion. Many people take photos unintentionally. When the scenery is combined, it may remind people of other things, such as weird figures or forest elves." Wang Qi explained professionally .
There are many similar photos online.
For example, there is a very famous photo abroad. A house was on fire. In the photo taken, it was found that the raging fire formed a grimace, so it was widely rumored that the devil was setting the fire.
But in fact, it was just a picture that happened to be similar to a human face, which made people who saw it associate with it.
“When people are nervous, it is very easy to have delusions.”
Wang Qi finally said: "It's like a sculpture placed on the roadside. You think it's cute when you look at it during the day, but at night, you will inevitably be shocked - we often only see what we want to see. picture."
Wang Qi explained so rationally that the audience in the live broadcast room also agreed.
"What Xiaoqi said makes sense."
"There's no ghost in this video, it's obviously smoke."
"It does look a bit like a human figure. If it were me, I would definitely have seen it wrong."
"Confirmed, this is a cloud of smoke."
"These people really walked into the unscientific crew. Aren't they too timid?"
Wang Qi glanced at the mobile phone live broadcast room, smiled and held the phone in front of Shen Jie and Zhang Qiu.
"Look, the viewers in my live broadcast room also thought it was smoke," he said.
The eyes of the masses are sharp.
The testimonies of hundreds of thousands of people can’t be wrong, right?
The live broadcast camera captured the video on the screen, and the definition was still very high.
Looking at those barrages, the three of them looked at each other. Are we really overthinking?
The three Xiaogao people who were standing in front of the live broadcast room smiled knowingly.
They understood that the camera might indeed have captured a ghost image, but it was turned into scientific smoke by Qi Ge's supernatural beauty.
Coupled with the testimony of the audience in the live broadcast room, Shen Jie and the other three were stunned by popular science...
"I actually feel the same way. I've seen a lot of videos and photos that resemble optical illusions."
Then reporter Shen Jie laughed and patted Wu Jianfeng on the shoulder.
"Xiao Wu, you are making such a fuss. How could there really be a ghost? We are workers specializing in science popularization!"
After all, he is a reporter for a popular science program, so how can he not be determined?
At this time, I had no choice but to pass the blame. It was Comrade Xiao Wu who was frightened...
Photography assistant Wu Jianfeng was quite clever and quickly and steadily put the pot in place: "Blame me, blame me, I'm overthinking."
Having said that, Wu Jianfeng still looked a little confused when he looked at the video on his laptop.
I still think it looks like an old lady...
Shen Jie's demeanor recovered a lot. After greeting the audience in Wang Qi's live broadcast room, he began to discuss with Wang Qi why the previous portrait left blood and tears.
Wu Jianfeng closed his laptop and felt a little stuffy, so he walked to the window next to him to take a breath.
When looking out the window at the rainy night, lightning happened to illuminate the field of vision.
A figure squatting on the wall clearly came into Wu Jianfeng's eyes.
"Cat, cat-faced old lady!"
Wu Jianfeng couldn't help but screamed in shock.
As a camera assistant for a popular science program, he is not shy, but the blood and tears shed by the portrait in the evening affected his mood to some extent.
Along with Wu Jianfeng's scream, everyone else in the mourning hall also attracted their attention.
Boom!
Thunder sounded.
Immediately afterwards, everyone heard the cat's meow: "Meow-meow-"
Unlike the rumored cat meow, which is as sharp as a child's cry, this sound sounds crisper and a little strange.
"It's okay to have a dialect accent..." Wang Qi muttered in his heart.
He immediately recognized that the cry came from Xiao Zhan.
This girl is just naughty and has a love for drama.
Are you playing an old lady possessed by a country cat this time?
Wang Qi recognized the cry, but the others didn't know, and they were all frightened, or pretended to be frightened.
"My aunt is here, my aunt has really come back to life!"
Wei Guohua jumped up from his stool, couldn't help shouting, and said to Fan Jing: "She will definitely not let you go!"
Fan Jing was a little scared, but still stubbornly glared at the Wei family and his son. Wei Feng was not here, she must be pretending!
Wang Qi had already rushed out of the room with his selfie stick.
To be continued...