The ghost in the camera Shen Xi stared at the monitor and tapped twice on the keyboard. The female artist named Lin Qiao in the picture is smiling sweetly at the camera. But what Shen Xi saw was a different scene. There was something translucent lying on Lin Qiao's right shoulder. Like a baby. Curled up, covered in bruises, the umbilical cord was still hanging around his neck. Card! When the director called to stop, Shen Xi blinked. That thing disappeared. Lin Qiao was the only one left on the monitor, still maintaining the same smile and motionless. Sister Xi, what's wrong with you? Assistant Xiao Zhou came over and handed me a cup of coffee, his expression was very bad. Shen Xi took the coffee but didn't drink it. She stared at the screen, her fingers trembling slightly. This is the third time. Three months ago, she just joined Xingyao Entertainment as a post-production editor. The first time I saw Lin Qiao's material, I saw that thing. At the time she thought it was dazzling. The second time was on the set. When Lin Qiao was touching up her makeup, Shen Xi saw the shadow of a child in the makeup mirror behind her. This time, it's the third time. Sister Xi? Xiao Zhou shouted again. Fine. Shen Xi stood up,
