His Royal Highness's Favorite: The Queen's Road

Chapter 296 The people of Long Live Lord are all perverts (7)

Xiji finally saw the man clearly and looked him up and down.

Wash old plaid shirts, jeans, and canvas shoes.

Very ordinary attire, not some Qing Dynasty zombie costume... or something like that.

A young man in his 30s, unshaven and a bit dull.

Only then did she feel relieved, "You... are the... administrator here?"

The man nodded, then shook his head again.

Mo Han frowned: "You can't speak?"

The man lowered his head, turned and walked deep into the corridor.

Xi Ji and Mo Han glanced at each other, followed closely behind him, "Sir, what is in front? Is it the basement of this house? Can I go out from here?"

Several questions were asked in succession.

The man remained silent and refused to answer.

The three came to the narrow stairs.

The entire underground space is in the shape of a gourd standing up, and this staircase is obviously much longer than the steps that rolled down before.

Mo Han let Xiji walk behind him, he separated the distance between her and the man, holding her tightly behind his back, the three of them turned a few turns and walked for about two to three minutes.

Judging from this height, they probably came to the bottom of the cliff and finally saw the light.

This is a large room like an underground garage.

The decor is very professional.

Xi Ji looked around: "Biological laboratory?"

"Darkroom."

Mo Han whispered.

The man raised his eyebrows, picked up the camera on the table, and started filming the two of them.

"That thing over there is developer, wet zone."

Mo Han took her hand and introduced them to her one by one like visiting a museum: "Here... the measuring cup, thermometer, and amplifier must be kept away from water and belong to the dry area."

Mo Han and she came to the equipment area. There was a computer with excellent configuration on the table, and there was another professional camera not far away, two expensive SLRs.

The two showed surprised expressions at the same time, looking at the man who was holding a DSLR and taking pictures non-stop.

"Are you a photographer?"

Xi Ji raised his head in surprise, seeing photos of people and landscapes on one wall.

"It's so beautiful, you must be a photographer!"

You must know that many landscape photos on professional websites and photography magazines have undergone major post-processing, but the work in front of you is definitely the original version.

The men filmed them all the time without saying a word.

Mo Han walked up to him, moved the camera he was holding to the side, and said with a cold face: "Hey, don't take pictures, since you are all insiders, don't you know me, please don't take pictures, answer my question question."

The man shook his head dully, "I'm not."

"Aren't you dumb?"

Mo Han let go of his hand.

The man held the DSLR in front of his eyes again, and kept shooting at Hope.

Hope: "..."

The man froze for some reason, glanced at Mo Han, pointed his rough fingers at Xiji's ankle.

Her ankle had scraped a little as she fell down the steps.

Mo Han was shocked, and helped her to sit on the chair in front of the computer. The man took out a small bottle of iodophor and a large band-aid from the drawer.

"It's okay... hiss..."

Xi Ji avoided his hand and accidentally touched the mouse.

The screen suddenly lit up, and the software was running on the monitor, and it was actually editing a video.

Xi Ji blurted out: "So you are making movies?"

She hit enter casually.

It's just a short video, in an empty woods, eyes are full of withered and yellow leaves, in the camera is a pair of walking feet, wearing ordinary canvas shoes, retro literary style.

He is doing post-production, and the rendering effect of the picture is amazing.

Apparently, he was alone and his gear was just a DSLR.

It took a high-cost and large-scale production style.

Suddenly, Mo Han beside him shuddered, and muttered in a low voice, "He got out of prison?"

I don't know what I thought of, Mo Han lost his mind, suddenly grasped Xiji's wrist tightly, and glanced at the man who turned his back to them and lit cigarettes from the corner of his eye.

He quickly wrote a word on her hand.

--run!

(End of this chapter)