Nightmare Attack

Luo He walked over, and then he stretched out his hand and pulled it. With a "swish", the curtain used for covering was torn off, and a secret door was exposed.

The secret door was not big, about one person tall, and the width could only accommodate one person sideways.

Without any hesitation, Fu Fu stepped forward quickly, raised her leg, and kicked the secret door open with one foot.

"Don't do it! Don't hit me, I have nothing to do with the Japanese, I have never helped them do bad things, I am really wronged, please believe me!"

Behind the door was a very small and long room, and then a faint light came on, and a man could be vaguely seen slumped on the ground, with fear written all over his face.

Judging from his posture, he should have been hiding behind the door just now, but he didn't expect to be found so quickly, and then kicked the door open.

"Who are you?" Huai Yi asked immediately.

The man inside was begging for mercy, but after seeing the people outside the door clearly, the expression on his face changed, and there was a doubt in addition to fear, "Who are you"

"Answer the question." Chen Qiang stared at the man and said in an unquestionable tone.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you everything as long as you don't hurt me." The man swallowed his saliva and said, "I'm the owner of this photo studio. My last name is Sang, Sang Fuyin." "Boss Sang." Luo He asked, "What are you doing?" Boss Sang hid as soon as they came in. Combined with his words of begging for mercy, it was obvious that he was avoiding someone. "Aren't you here to cause trouble for me?" Boss Sang asked cautiously, looking behind them as he asked, as if he was looking for someone. But the next second, Fu Fu's words brought Boss Sang back to reality, "Not necessarily." Fu Fu narrowed her eyes and crossed her hands in front of her chest. She was not tall, but very imposing. "If you know what's good for you, we're not here to cause trouble, but if you don't tell the truth, we'll beat you up first and then burn down your broken photo studio. "

Hearing this, Boss Sang, who had just stood up, staggered and said with a sad face: "No, no, my ancestors, my small restaurant is just barely enough to support my family. The whole family depends on it for food."

As Boss Sang stood up, everyone couldn't help but frown. The man was probably in his early 40s, with a thin figure. He wore a long gown and a pair of glasses. He was delicate and looked like he was living a good life.

He was just frowning, with obvious injuries on his face. One of his eye sockets was swollen, and there was a slap mark on his right cheek.

"Why did the photo in front of the door change?" Huai Yi directly pointed out his purpose.

When he heard the photo, Boss Sang's legs softened, "Oh, don't mention it. What sin have I committed! "

He pointed at his face, angry and aggrieved, "I got all these injuries because of these lousy photos. They said I had colluded with the Japanese and harmed our own people. They didn't listen to my explanation and just beat me up and smashed my equipment."

Boss Sang felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke, tears falling down.

"The war is over, and you still post photos of the Japanese. What's in your head?" Pi Ruan asked angrily.

"But I didn't post them. I'm sick to post such things." Boss Sang explained aggrievedly, and then his face became fierce as if he thought of something, "I don't know who did it, but don't let me find him. If I find him..."

"That's enough." Luo He interrupted him, then took out a mobile phone from his pocket, clicked the screen a few times, and pointed the phone at Boss Sang, "Look, are these photos taken by you? "This" Staring at the strange, iron-blue faces on the screen, Boss Sang felt a chill in his heart, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he could only bite the bullet to identify it. Boss Sang reached out and touched the screen of his mobile phone. Suddenly, the screen went black, which scared him. Obviously, he couldn't understand this high-tech decades later. No one was in the mood to explain to him, but just urged him to identify the photos. "Where did you find these photos?" Boss Sang raised his head and looked at Luo He with a puzzled look on his face, "It is indeed the style of our photo studio, but I don't remember taking these photos." Suddenly, Boss Sang seemed to think of something, "Please wait a moment." Boss Sang turned and walked back to the darkroom, and then there was a sound of rummaging, and then he came out with a larger photo in his hand. Boss Sang seemed a little nervous, and kept looking in the direction of the door. Chen Qiang understood, turned around and closed the door, and then a group of people came to the sofa. "Look at this photo. "Boss Sang handed over the photo, "I know the people in the photo, well, I can't say I know them, but I took photos for the Feng family. On the day of Mr. Feng's 60th birthday, their housekeeper called me over, and then I took this group photo of them."

In the group photo, a group of people surrounded the old man sitting in the middle of the armchair. I don't know if it was because of the exposure or the shooting angle, but the originally festive scene was a little gloomy after watching it for a long time.

Everyone in the photo is clearly smiling, but it gives people a weird feeling.

What's weird, they can't say.

Until

"It's the angle." Lin Wan'er's eyes hesitated on the photo and prompted.

Everyone came over and stared at the photo. Slowly, the crowd gasped.

Everyone was horrified to find that the expressions of the Feng family in the photo were surprisingly consistent.

Their eyes, the angle of their arms, and even the arc of their mouths were exactly the same!

The stiff body stood there like a scarecrow tied with grass.

His eyes swept over the faces of the Feng family members one by one. Luo He held the mobile phone in his hand and through comparison, soon, a terrible guess he had made came true.

The Feng family members who appeared in the photo were all dead.

Chen Qiang stretched out his hand, touched a location on the photo, and asked doubtfully: "What is this?"

About one-fifth of the photo was stained, and when you touch it with your hand, it's still a little sticky, as if it had glue or something.

Huaiyi took the photo and subconsciously wanted to snap it with his hands, but Boss Sang stopped him, "Don't use your hands. I can handle it if you need it, but it will take time."

"How long will it take?" Lin Waner asked.

"About a day, you can come over tomorrow." Boss Sang looked at the stains on the photo and said after thinking.

Returning the photo to Boss Sang, Luo He looked around and continued to ask: "We have inquired that you are the only photo studio in the entire Gray Stone Town. Back then, Japanese people often came to take photos with you, right?"

Boss Sang's expression changed. Just as he was about to explain, Luo He continued: "Take out all the photos you took of the Japanese people."