"Where did the person in charge of taking the picture end up?"
Fangzheng looked thoughtful.
He didn't think that the person in charge of taking pictures was one of the eleven miners, or the captain.
You must know that in the 1960s and 1970s, cameras were definitely a rarity.
At that time, the monthly salary of workers was only more than ten yuan, and even the eighth-level technicians of the national strategic pyramid talents had a monthly salary of only a hundred yuan. For the price of a bottle of Coca-Cola, in that era of material scarcity, you can buy several catties of pork, which is enough for an ordinary family to eat for a few days. It is a luxury drink that only the rich second generation can afford.
So in this context, the camera is not something that ordinary workers can afford, nor is it a toy for the rich that ordinary workers can play with.
But Fangzheng looked at these photos, all of them were taken professionally.
It is clear at a glance whether the photo is professional or amateur.
This is like the difference between asking a girlfriend to take a photo and a boyfriend to take a photo. What kind of wide-angle lens, backlit lens, eyes in 1/3 of the frame, don't leave too much space under your feet, and 1.5 seconds to 1.7 meters long legs... Let me ask Among the male compatriots, how many people will know this
The boyfriend would say, isn't it just for taking pictures, impatiently taking a picture, hey, my girlfriend with long legs at 1.7 meters becomes a winter melon with short legs at 1.5 meters in seconds.
It looks cute.
And if it’s a girlfriend taking a picture... first spend five or six minutes looking for the best shot, then take a dozen or so photos at a time and slowly filter them, and finally turn on the phone to make a face, and look at people, this is called professionalism.
Fangzheng looked at the photos on the wall, they were all professional.
Therefore, the possibility that the team leader took a group photo for the rest of the team first, and then one of the people in the group photo took a new photo for the team leader alone was ruled out.
Next, Fangzheng searched the entire wooden house again.
But nothing was found.
So, Fangzheng has always hated things that require brains.
If you need to use your brain, it means a lot of trouble.
It's simple and rude, everyone gets straight to the point, and it's reckless to open the door. This saves time and energy, and it's good for everyone.
What are you hiding
hide and hide,
Pure waste of everyone's time.
So, Fangzheng came back to the group photo of eleven people on the wall again, frowned, his eyes revealed deep thought.
To say that the most problematic, it should still belong to this group photo of eleven people.
However, when Fangzheng was concentrating on observing the group photo of the eleven people, his keen five senses faintly caught a cold gaze around him, staring at him without blinking.
Fangzheng felt a warning sign in his heart, but there was nothing around and everything was calm.
Turning around and looking behind, there is no headless female ghost standing behind her.
Looking up at the ceiling, there is no such thing as the so-called dead man hiding on the beam, staring at him intently.
Looking down at the bottom of the feet, there was no sudden bloody head.
…
In short, none of the horror scenes that could be imagined appeared.
The only thing in the wooden house was the silence that could hear a needle drop, and the darkness like a tide swallowed up the entire wooden house.
The dazzling white flashlight shone around the wooden house for a while. This is just a long-abandoned wooden house. Everything in the house is clear at a glance, and even a corpse cannot be hidden.
"Just set it on fire and burn everything up." Fang Zheng had gradually lost his patience.
He has grown bored with this kind of mindless hide-and-seek.
Anything that can be resolved by violence is not a problem.
Using the brain is the most troublesome thing.
He himself came to investigate this wooden house, whether there were any important clues that could help him lift the curse on him. Since they couldn't find any clues, they simply set fire to it.
Just like the other two wooden houses, they were burned to ruins by a fire.
In order to prevent someone from entering here by mistake in the future.
Just when Fangzheng was about to make a move, the cold feeling of staring in the dark was still there from the beginning to the end. At this moment, the white peripheral light from the mobile phone's flashlight inadvertently illuminated the third photo frame, and suddenly, Fang Zheng's gaze stopped!
The man in the photo, Fang Zheng remembered clearly, originally turned his head slightly to the right, but at this moment, the man in the photo turned his head slightly to the left.
Turning his head to the left, Fangzheng was standing in the photo frame of the eleven people. The three photo frames are counted from left to right. The photo frames are arranged as a group photo of eleven people, a photo of the captain, and a sneak shot. The photo frame of the mysterious man's back is just on the far right, and he is peeping at Fangzheng from right to left.
Fangzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly, he raised the ghost knife and slashed at the weird photo.
But at this moment!
The sudden bright light made Fangzheng squint his eyes uncomfortably, bell jar!
Without hesitation, as soon as the breath in the body was changed, the cicada membrane on the body surface instantly swelled and hardened into a Hongzhong of Ruogu Temple, with a golden glow all over, covering Fangzheng's whole body. Strong defense.
But the sneak attack he imagined didn't happen, which surprised Fang Zheng a little. Instead, at this moment, many people's noisy voices suddenly sounded in his ears. Fang Zheng was surprised by these noisy voices, because he was listening to them outside the house before. the noisy noises.
The discomfort in the eyes recovered almost instantly, and Fangzheng saw that he was actually standing among a group of people.
"Um?"
"here it is… "
Fangzheng was startled suddenly, looking at everything around him.
At this time, these people were wearing work uniforms, as if they had just finished a busy day. The clothes on their bodies were covered with thick lime, and their faces and hands were still somewhat oily.
After a busy day, these people cherish the moment of relaxation in front of them, the sound of the collision of white wine bottles, the sound of pushing and changing the iron water cups in the 1960s and 1970s, just a few dishes of wild vegetables that Fangzheng could not recognize, and some wild game , talking and laughing, eating and drinking, laughing and talking.
Everything in front of me is no different from the casual dinner time after a busy day for office workers.
Fangzheng finally saw the facial features of these people that he had never seen in the photos.
Everyone always has a simple and bright smile on their faces, which is a characteristic of the characters of that era.
At this moment, on that surprisingly large log table, a kerosene lamp is burning desperately for the rest of its life, illuminating this small world.
Outside the window, it was pitch black.
Dim, without light, only the blurred shadows of the mountains and forests in the distance, looming, like giant man-eating beasts quietly lingering, greedily peeking at the fresh life in the wooden house.
"Is it a memory that happened here?"
Fangzheng found that the people in the room didn't seem to be able to see him, or regarded him as one of them, and no one noticed his abnormality.
"one two three… "
"Eleven."
"The number is exactly the eleven miners in the photograph."
At this time, Fang Zheng had already noticed that there were three photo frames hanging on the wooden wall, among which the leftmost photo frame was a group photo of the eleven people in front of him.
"No, it's not eleven people, it's twelve people!"
Fangzheng looked towards the door, and at this moment, another figure appeared outside the door...
(end of this chapter)