Chapter 609 Calculation
Half an hour ago, after seeing off Luo He and his party, Boss Sang turned back to the darkroom, but staring at the wall full of photos, he immediately regretted it.
"You should keep those people, even if they want to stay with you for a while longer and talk to yourself." Boss Sang tightened his collar and said to himself.
He still has an unreal feeling about his experience. Every once in a while, he will look in the mirror and look at the handprints behind him.
It seems that in a certain moment, the handprint will disappear.
He even naively thought that if the handprint disappeared, would it mean that everything before was really just a dream.
Now, after waking up from the dream, everything will return to normal.
His mind was confused for a while. He decided not to think about it anymore, but to do the things at hand first. He recalled Luo He and felt that this man was very reliable and gave him a hard time. Describe the sense of security.
"If it really is that kind of thing, he will help me." Boss Sang firmly believed in this for no reason, "But only if I listen to them."
"I will be obedient and do as they say." Boss Sang no longer thought about destroying the photos, but stared at them one by one, trying to find the Japanese man.
He had a hunch that he had seen the Japanese man before, and he was in the photo, but why couldn't he be found?
Suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a photo falling on his right. It was the photo he had taken for the Feng family.
Mr. Feng asked him to take the photo when he was celebrating his birthday.
He once showed it to those people before him.
And he remembered that those people also showed him some photos of Feng's family.
He recalled those photos and compared them repeatedly with the photos in his hand. He always felt that they were similar, but he couldn't tell.
My eyes slowly swept over and stopped on a stain. The stain covered about one-fifth of the size. Staring at this stain, Boss Sang's eyes gradually changed.
A thought suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Is there any secret hidden in the part covered by the stain?" No longer hesitating, he turned to the shelf and took out a bottle of potion, and then poured a few drops on the stain.
The potion is very corrosive. This is not a wise move, but it is the fastest way to verify. Boss Sang is going crazy from the strange dream, and he just wants to be freed as soon as possible.
Slowly, the potion began to take effect, and he used his nails to pick it up little by little, not caring that the potion was also corroding his fingers.
"Hurry up, hurry up." He seemed to be possessed by a demon, his movements and expressions became more and more exaggerated. If Luo He and others were present, they would stop him immediately.
His current state is no longer right. His eyes are red and his back is hunched, as if he has used all his strength on his fingers.
Under the tremendous pressure, the nails shattered, but he was completely unaware of it.
After completely removing the stain, his fingers kept bleeding. Boss Sang tremblingly picked up the photo, "It's out, it's out!"
He rubbed his blurry eyes and looked intently. The next second, the hair on his back suddenly rose, and a gloomy feeling instantly enveloped him.
"How could this happen?!" he said in a voiceless voice while holding the photo.
Under the stain, there is a person. The person is hunched over, with an old-fashioned camera standing in front of him, and his right hand is swinging slightly, as if commanding.
This person is actually himself! !
He remembered it, he remembered it all. This was how he looked when he took photos of the Feng family in Feng Mansion, but what frightened him even more was that he suddenly realized something.
Who took this photo?
Obviously he was the only one who took the photo, and there was only one device. Who took the photo? And why do you want to take pictures of yourself?
But reality no longer allowed him to think so much. At some point, the temperature around him quietly dropped a lot.
The cold feeling spread from the soles of the feet, and the blood vessels seemed to be filled with ice.
“Giggle.”
A burst of indescribable weird laughter rang in his ears.
“Who?!” Boss Sang jumped up in fright, turned around and looked around, “Who is here?”
He could feel that there was no one but him here. , there is still someone there, not just laughter, he can even feel the other person's eyes full of hatred.
But where exactly?
Where is the other party hiding?
His gaze swept across the room inch by inch. This darkroom was not big to begin with, and there were only a few fixed places where people could hide.
No, nowhere
Until Boss Sang's peripheral vision glanced at the photo inadvertently, his pupils first dilated a little, and then suddenly shrank into a slit.
The Feng family members who were originally squinting in the photo are now looking straight out of the photo, as if they can see themselves outside the photo.
Their necks were twisted strangely, which was definitely not something a living person could do.
They are dead, all dead!
He watched helplessly as the faces of the Feng family in the photo gradually became distorted and livid, gradually revealing a strange smiling face.
"Giggle."
"Ah! Ahhh!!" Boss Sang screamed and ran outside. The secret door that was originally destroyed by Fu Fu was even more fragile now. Boss Sang Just knock the door open.
But after running away, he stopped after running a few steps, staring at the scene in front of him, his whole body shaking uncontrollably.
He returned to the darkroom.
There were dark rooms in front and behind, but the middle was strangely connected by a door. He seemed to have run into a mirror.
He collapsed helplessly on the ground, and the life-threatening photo was fluttered in front of him by a gust of wind.
“No, don’t come here!” Boss Sang was crying, kicking and beating helplessly, his face full of despair, “Please, please let me go!”
In Under his eyes as he was about to collapse, he slowly turned around in the photo, with a strange and stiff smile on his face, pointed the camera at him, and pressed the shutter.
A dazzling white light flashed, and everything fell silent.
"What?!" Huaiyi asked in shock: "Boss Sang is dead?"
The leader of the bearded police officer laughed angrily, "Stop pretending to be here, why are you still here? Don’t you know if he is dead?”
“What do you mean?” Chen Qiang asked.
“Let me ask you, where did you go just now?” the bearded police officer asked.
"Photo studio, the one belonging to Boss Sang." Luo He's calm tone did not conceal anything, "We just came out of there."
"Isn't that great? Boss Sang died just after you left. Why do you think this is?" The bearded police officer held up the stick in his hand and threatened.
"But we just went to find him to understand the situation. There was no dispute, and we had no reason to kill him." Chen Qiang said after calming down.
"And when we left, Boss Sang was still fine." Huaiyi immediately took over and said: "There must be some misunderstanding. How about you go and find out the situation first? We will be here, run It won’t fall off.”(End of this chapter)