My organs are too abstract.

The night was deep, and the dormitory was shrouded in deathly silence.

"Click..."

A faint, almost inaudible sound quietly emerged in the darkness.

In the darkness, the jewelry box on the table had been quietly pushed open a crack.

Then, something slowly squeezed out of the box and landed lightly on the floor without disturbing a speck of dust.

By the faint moonlight filtering in through the window, one could vaguely make out that it was indeed the blank photograph from before.

The photographic paper lay flat on the ground, and after two seconds of silence, the shadow on it suddenly twisted and wriggled.

First, a wisp of extremely faint black mist seeped out from the edge of the photographic paper, ethereal and without any outline, like dust floating in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the black mist slowly gathered and pulled, gradually outlining a human-shaped phantom, still faint and transparent, flickering in the darkness.

Finally, the illusory image slowly tightened and solidified, completely transforming into a hazy black and white figure, detaching itself from the photographic paper, and standing quietly on the ground.

It was so blurry, like a wisp of fog, almost blending into the darkness, making its outline and facial features indistinct.

The black and white figure, like a ghost, silently floated to Xu Liang's bedside, lowered its head slightly, and stared motionlessly at his sleeping face.

"Buzz..."

Two cold, faint lights suddenly appeared around the eyes of the black-and-white figure.

Those were eyes that didn't seem to belong to a living person—no whites, no pupils, their surfaces covered by a layer of cold lenses, exuding the chill of glass and metal.

Rather than eyes, they were more like two dark, lifeless cameras.

It slowly leaned down, getting close to Xu Liang's face, almost touching the tip of his nose. Its eerie eyes quietly scrutinized him, not missing a single detail.

His gaze was straight and lifeless, devoid of any emotion, like a camera lens slowly aiming at a target, cold and precise.

The next moment, several tiny lenses deep within its eye silently rotated and overlapped, the central point of light shrinking slightly, as if it had completed a silent refocusing.

His gaze suddenly sharpened, as if he had locked onto Xu Liang's subtle breathing and the trembling of his eyelashes.

It blinked gently.

"Click."

A barely audible sound rang out in the night, like the click of a camera shutter.

Its originally blurry face suddenly became clearer, the faint outline became distinct, and the black and white tones became a bit darker, as if a negative was slowly emerging in developing solution.

It tilted its head slightly, its gaze slowly moving down Xu Liang's face, sweeping over his neck, shoulders, and chest...

As the eye focuses on a particular spot, the lens in the eye rotates slightly and adjusts the focus to achieve a precise focus.

"Click."

A second soft sound.

The black and white figure closed its eyes again, then slowly opened them again.

This time, its body was clearly solidified, no longer a light and airy phantom. The lines of its shoulders, waist, and arms gradually became more real, and even the strands of hair were outlined in faint shapes in the darkness.

"Well……"

Xu Liang, lying on the bed, seemed to sense something. His brows furrowed tightly, his face turned pale, and a look of nightmare-like fear appeared on his face.

His eyelids trembled violently, as if he was struggling desperately to wake up from his sleep, but he just couldn't.

The black-and-white figure tilted its head slightly, silently scrutinizing him, before abruptly stopping.

It slowly raised its right hand, held it in front of it, and opened its palm.

The blank photograph, which originally only contained a blurry black image, had quietly settled in its palm without anyone noticing.

The photograph remained motionless, yet the outline of a man was already faintly emerging on it.

An even stranger scene then unfolded—

Just as the black and white figure raised his hand, Xu Liang, still trapped in a nightmare on the bed, found his right arm involuntarily rising in sync, albeit slightly, as if being pulled tightly by an invisible thread.

The black and white figure remained motionless, quietly watching Xu Liang, blinking faster and faster.

"Click, click, click..."

The sound of camera shutters clicking softly echoed through the quiet dormitory.

On the photographic paper, the image develops slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First came a faint black shadow, like the first appearance of a film negative;

Then the lines are deepened, and the facial features are gradually outlined;

Then, the black and white gradually faded, and skin and hair colors were gradually tinged with vibrant colors, just like film slowly developing and coloring in chemicals.

With the lines drawn, the eyebrows and eyes gradually become clear, and the photo vividly presents Xu Liang's terrified appearance, exactly the same as in reality.

At the same time, as the portrait on the photographic paper becomes clearer and more lifelike, the shadow standing by the bed also becomes complete and vivid.

Facial features, skin, hair, body shape... from the abstract to the concrete, from the faint to the rich, gradually taking shape in the darkness, with colors becoming increasingly vibrant.

From the initial black and white blur, it gradually transformed into a nearly lifelike figure in color, eventually overlapping with the photograph and Xu Liang on the bed.

At the same moment, Xu Liang raised his hand higher and higher, his posture becoming more and more synchronized with the shadowy figure, as if he was being controlled and replaced by the other party little by little as the gap between them narrowed.

In the darkness of night, this scene was extremely eerie.

"To be honest, your photo is really not very good."

Just then, a sighing voice suddenly came from the darkness.

The figure in black and white suddenly stopped moving and instinctively turned around—

A figure had appeared behind it without its noticing.

Xu Yuan pressed himself against its back, craning his neck to examine the photo in its palm. He frowned and shook his head: "It has no composition, no aesthetic sense, and the technique is even worse than mine."

The dark figure trembled almost imperceptibly, as if startled.

Just as it was about to distance itself, Xu Yuan seemed to have gotten tired of craning his neck, and with a casual gesture, he raised his left hand and placed it on its shoulder.

"?"

The shadowy figure seemed completely unprepared for this turn of events and stood frozen in place.

Before it could react, Xu Yuan reached out and snatched the photo from its hand, bringing it close to examine it closely.

"Coming here late at night to take photos without my consent, don't you have any manners?"

He frowned slightly as he looked at Xu Liang's terrified expression in the photo, his eyes filled with disappointment as he stared at the shadowy figure: "And taking pictures of other people is one thing, but taking pictures of Xu Liang? What were you thinking? Were you really hungry?"

Xu Yuan sighed and patted the dark figure on the shoulder earnestly: "People, you still have to walk the right path and stop doing these crooked things."

After saying that, he casually put the photo into his pocket: "I'm confiscating the photo, so you don't have any wicked thoughts and go astray."

The shadowy figure: "..."

Xu Yuan tilted his head to examine the other creature, and seeing that it remained silent for a long time, he muttered under his breath with some disappointment, "Why isn't it saying anything again?"

He struck up a conversation with the shadowy figure mainly out of curiosity about its origins and to try and find out some information, but the figure turned out to be like a mute.

He couldn't help but think of the corpse he had encountered before; it seemed to be the same, rigid and inflexible, unable to communicate.

"Is this what all so-called calamities are like?"

Xu Yuan stroked his chin in thought, while the black figure finally reacted, struggling to get rid of the hand on his shoulder.

But that hand was like an iron clamp, holding it down tightly, and no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't budge it an inch.

It suddenly stopped moving, turned its head, and carefully examined Xu Yuan for several seconds, as if it were observing something.

Then, on that face that was now almost identical to Xu Liang's, a slight movement appeared in the eyes, and the next moment, the eyes blinked several times in a row.

"Click click click click..."

As the shutter clicked repeatedly, a new photograph quietly appeared in its palm.

It calmly opened its palm, preparing to examine it closely, when it saw Xu Yuan suddenly turn his head and look at it with a surprised expression.

"Snapped!"

Xu Yuan slapped it hard on the forehead with a sharp sound.

"What are you doing?!" He looked at the shadowy figure with an expression as if they were an idiot. "Taking pictures without muting the sound? Do you think I'm deaf?"

The shadowy figure: "..."

Xu Yuan ignored the bewildered figure in the shadows, snatched the new photo, glanced at it casually, and immediately frowned: "What kind of crap did you take this picture of?"

The shadowy figure glanced over instinctively, then froze in shock.

There was nothing in the photo—

There was only a deathly stillness, a thick, bottomless darkness.