A dazzling flash pierced the darkness.
The man below clearly hadn't expected Gu Mian's move, catching him off guard and momentarily blinding him.
The smug expression vanished from his face, replaced by sudden disbelief.
When he finally recovered, he lifted his head angrily, but the figure by the window was gone; from his angle, only the ceiling lamp was visible.
"What the hell is this white thing?" Fatty exclaimed, staring at the camera screen in Gu Mian's hand.
Gu Mian also focused on the camera.
The photo made the man below look ugly, but that wasn't what they were focused on.
A white blur was almost flush against the man's back, as if trying to burrow into the tent behind him.
It seemed to be moving quickly, appearing blurry in the photo.
It also seemed aware that Gu Mian was taking photos, even swiveling its head to face the lens.
