I picked up the photo and looked at it, and it was still a familiar style, but when I saw the characters in the photo clearly, I couldn't help being a little dazed.
In the first picture, a middle-aged man in Qing Dynasty official uniform is pointing angrily forward.
In the second picture, the official uniform of the middle-aged man is full of damage and blood. The whole person is holding on to the flagpole that has no flag, and his eyes are closed.
In the third chapter, the middle-aged man is still wearing the tattered official uniform, lying quietly in a sarcophagus. The sarcophagus is closing, but the middle-aged man's blue face just happens to be exposed. On the forehead of the middle-aged man, there was still a piece of yellow paper with red symbols painted on it.
Very familiar scene, but I am a little confused. With the photo in hand, I don't even know what to do next.
I have come into contact with many ghosts, but this middle-aged man should be a zombie no matter what. Most importantly, I have no idea who this middle-aged man is or where he is.
I think even the police system should not have information about people from the Qing Dynasty. This set of photos has me completely clueless.
I looked at the photos carefully and found no clues. What the hell is going on? I closed my eyes and tapped the photo lightly with my fingers. I must have missed something.
I don't think anyone is bored enough to kill my time by sending me an impossible photo.
It's just that I'm missing something. I looked at the photos over and over for a long time, and finally I could only put them away in despair. Maybe I'm still short of an opportunity, and this opportunity will never be discovered after I dig through the photos.
In the following days, every once in a while, I would take out the photos to check, but I still didn't get any useful information.
Until half a month later, my former boss called me and asked me to travel with the company. Since I came into this world, I quit my job immediately. I didn't expect that after such a long time, I would be invited to travel together.
My first reaction was to refuse, but I didn't know why, but I thought of the group of zombie photos, so I agreed.
The boss made a big order to invite the whole company to travel, and the destination was an ancient town not far from us.
Now there are many places to do ancient town tourism, but most of them only have a few houses that are tens or hundreds of years old, and a road that has been walked very smoothly. Doesn't appeal to me.
So I have only heard of this ancient town, but have not been to it.
Under the arrangement of the boss, on the third day, I got on the bus of the travel company and went to the ancient town with a group of colleagues. In this world, I resigned for only half a month, and I am still very familiar with my colleagues. No one deliberately ignored me, and I talked and laughed along the way.
The boss Huang Qichao kept praising me and wanted me to continue to return to the company. In this world, not only Lulu and the others have changed, but even the boss has changed. I remember before, Huang Qichao always treated me with a cold face, as if I was not his employee, but came to him to borrow money.
Huang Qichao's reaction made me feel amused, but also a little refreshed.
Judging from now, this trip has a perfect start.
It's just that this perfection didn't last long. When it was about to reach the town, the car broke down. After some negotiation, the travel company promised to send other vehicles to pick us up.
This delay, when our vehicle slowly drove into the ancient town, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening.
The expected special food in the ancient town is naturally hopeless, Huang Qichao waved his hand: "Snack directly, tomorrow's big meal."
The boss spoke, although some people were unwilling, they responded enthusiastically.
And I have a faint feeling, maybe I am right, this place is really related to the photos.
The tour bus stopped slowly, and after some noise, everyone packed up their things and started heading to the hotel.
The tourist bus stopped not far from the hotel, and after it was agreed to gather in the lobby, everyone dispersed. Huang Ming and I also went to our room.
Huang Ming is Huang Qichao's nephew, he is in charge of administrative work in the company, and he had a good relationship with me before. But in my memory, we haven't seen each other for a long time after all, so there is a lack of language. But Huang Ming was still as taciturn as I remembered.
Without any communication, we put down our things and went straight to the lobby.
As soon as he got off the elevator, he heard Huang Qichao shout loudly: "Then it's strange that so many of us are hungry."
Huang Qichao got the consent of his subordinates, and some people who were obviously tourists also started making noise. The front desk of the hotel seemed very helpless, but kept explaining, but the surroundings were too noisy, and I couldn't hear what the front desk said.
I walked over strangely, pulled a colleague over and said, "What's wrong?"
When my colleague turned around and saw me, he immediately became excited: "We just asked where the supper was delicious, but the front desk didn't allow us to go out. Isn't this a black shop?"
The colleague's words were obviously heard by the front desk. When I saw a newcomer, the front desk tried to explain to me: "Mr. There is no supper here, our hotel can provide noodles, fried rice..."
Before the front desk could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone he didn't know: "I haven't come in for 10 minutes, and there were suppers everywhere outside just now, little girl, do you want to sell us more bowls of noodles, how much is the face value ? Can I give it to you first?"
"no… ."
The front desk tried to continue explaining, but Huang Qichao said impatiently: "Okay, okay, no matter if there are any, let's go out and have a look. Open the door."
A group of people suddenly became noisy again.
I glanced at the time on the wall and it was 11:50, 10 minutes to 12.
I am a little puzzled, why the front desk risked offending so many customers, but also emphasized that there is no supper outside, you must know that when we came in, we saw more than one supper, it is impossible for all the stores to be uniform Let's close at 12 o'clock.
I was still thinking that the front desk could no longer withstand the increasingly excited crowd, so I could only open the door, but I did not forget to remind: "There is really no supper, you go and have a look, but you have to be back before 12 o'clock."
"It doesn't matter when we come back, you can lock us out."
I don't know who it was, but he said something to the front desk bluntly, and then the flow of people started to walk out.
Looking at the reaction at the front desk, I already understood that there must be something after 12 o'clock in the evening, maybe it is the zombie in the photo.
Thinking of this, I didn't hesitate, and walked out with the big team.