Looking at the twelve people in the house, they all ran out with a huff,
Fangzheng first lowered his head thoughtfully,
Then he followed.
Not long after, Fangzheng returned with twelve people. The mouth of the well collapsed and was completely buried by earth and rocks. The collapse was so severe that no one could be rescued.
I'm afraid it won't be possible to dig a well for burial in ten and a half months.
Even if the fake foreigner is still alive, he is probably smothered to death at the bottom of the well by now.
After such a toss, it was already the middle of the night.
At this moment, everyone is exhausted, everyone is ashamed, with a look of exhaustion on their faces, and at the same time, everyone's face is depressed. Fangzheng heard these people arguing loudly, but he couldn't understand their dialect. In the end, these people broke up due to the quarrel, and each went back to bed to sleep.
But at this moment.
Li Fugui brought a very high-end waterproof leather bag, and came to Ping Si with fear and self-blame in his eyes: "Brother Ping Si, this is the last relic left by the fake foreigners."
"I found this in his bag, why don't we keep it as a thought, fake foreigners like to take pictures everywhere before."
What Li Fugui held in his hand was a photo frame.
Fangzheng was refreshed, and the main event was finally coming.
Fangzheng narrowed his eyes slightly, with an awe-inspiring light flashing in his eyes, he clenched the ghost knife tightly in his hand, then approached Li Fugui, and looked at the photo frame with his head.
He was curious about who was in this photo frame.
Is it the third photo frame that has not been hung on the wooden wall, that is, the man with the mysterious back
"Um?"
Unexpectedly, Fangzheng looked at it with a slightly astonished expression on his face.
It was empty.
There is nothing in the frame.
Just as Fangzheng was stunned, Li Fugui took out a photo and handed it to the man named Pingsi together with the photo frame.
"This is the only photo left by the fake foreigner." Li Fugui said sadly.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Fangzheng's pupils shrank.
The person in the third photo frame...could it be this fake foreigner
wrong!
If the fake foreigner is the thirteenth person, that is, the person in charge of taking pictures, the photo in the third frame should be another mysterious man from the back secretly photographed by the fake foreigner
Ke Pingsi and Li Fugui seem to think that the person in this photo is a photographer and a fake foreigner. Why
What is wrong
If you want to admit the wrong person, but it is impossible for both people to admit the wrong person.
"Could it be that someone later secretly replaced the photo in the third photo frame
"But what's the point?"
"It doesn't conform to normal logic at all."
Fangzheng saw that Ping Si had already packed the photos into the frame, and at this time Li Fugui had already nailed a nail beside the two photo frames on the wooden wall, and he saw Ping Si hanging the frame on the nail.
At this moment, Fangzheng finally saw the photo in the frame clearly.
The back view of a man...with his head turned slightly to the right...is exactly the same as the shooting technique he saw before, but the person in this photo is actually the fake foreign photographer!
Wearing a European twentieth-century shirt, a small vest, and thick and greasy pomade, he looks like a little European gentleman, with black hair and yellow skin, but he is an authentic Asian.
No wonder Ping Si and Li Fugui have always been called fake foreigners. People in the past didn't know what overseas Chinese were.
In the photo, the fake foreigner is holding a camera and standing facing a mirror, and there is a mirror behind the fake foreigner, showing his back. The fake foreigner took a picture of his own back through the mirror in front of him.
Fangzheng thought, maybe this is the so-called art photo
The artist's strong style
The artist's style is to take the path that ordinary people can't understand. The more ordinary people can't understand, the higher the artistic value will be.
Anyway, as long as you can reflect your own spiritual realm, far beyond the vision of ordinary people, it's fine, whether it's Shamat? Or non-mainstream
The fake foreigner seems to be looking for the best shot, with his head tilted slightly to the left, and his hands tilted at a certain angle one after another, and refracted by the mirror, everything is exactly the opposite, so Fangzheng thought it was a candid shot when he first saw it photo.
Because I already have the subjective consciousness of sneak shooting, when I first saw the head of the man in the photo turned slightly to the right, I thought it was the man in the photo who found the sneak shot and turned his head to look at the sneak shot behind him. .
At the same time, because of the light, the shooting time may have been at night, which resulted in the overall style of the photo being death, decadent, lonely, and gloomy in a Gothic style.
However, the dark style of the photo in front of him is not as strong as the photo in the third photo frame that Fangzheng saw not long ago. Fangzheng recalled carefully, maybe the photo in the third photo frame also had factors of damp and mildew, which just fit the overall style of the photo, so he left out some details at the beginning.
Fang Zheng didn't expect that the truth was so simple, yet so unexpected.
The man in the third photo frame turned out to be the photographer he had been looking for.
This plot is a bit too dramatic.
But Fang Zheng quickly frowned again.
Since the person in the third photo is the photographer of the thirteenth person, he thought of the weird picture he saw in the third photo frame not long ago, that is to say, the photographer finally died in the Yin Gathering Land Buried under the well.
Became a ghost
Then slaughtered twelve miners in close proximity... no, eleven miners.
At first, one person escaped.
"In other words, it's time for the haunted house massacre?" Fangzheng shook the handle of the ghost knife in his hand, with a look of murderous intent in his eyes.
He wasn't afraid, and even looked forward to it.
He has long been a little impatient, and has long wanted to kill this ghost that has been hiding its head and tail, so as to end the hide-and-seek in front of him as soon as possible.
Get rid of the ghost in front of him as soon as possible, so that he can go to the ruins of the well burial in the landslide as soon as possible to check.
Maybe some important clue about the curse on him can be found.
After all, the memories in front of me all started from the well buried decades ago.
At this moment, Ping Si and Li Fugui packed up the belongings of the fake foreigners, and Ping Si asked Li Fugui to go back to rest, and he would watch the night in the middle of the night.
But what happened tonight has always made Li Fugui blame himself. He insisted on letting the man named Ping Si rest first, and let him watch the night. He couldn't fall asleep for a while.
Seeing that Li Fugui persisted, Pingsi comforted Li Fugui a few words, told Li Fugui to pay attention to the kerosene lamp, and then went back to his room to rest.
For a while, the wooden house fell into silence, only the kerosene lamp crackling and burning from time to time.
"Don't you have resentment?"
"Aren't you willing to die?"
"There's no one left now."
"Come on, let me see, what kind of ghost has come out of that yin gathering place!"
Fangzheng's eyes flashed coldly, and they suddenly burst out, and he slashed at the third photo frame with a knife.
(end of this chapter)