There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 159: Three photos

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"Excuse me, anyone?"

The voice was flustered, anxious, as if it was really just a lost lamb.

At this moment, the Founder has fully expressed a person's hesitation, helplessness, anxiety and panic, and it is impossible for the Academy of Fine Arts to accept him.

However, there were still lively and noisy voices in the wooden house. The noise was mixed with unintelligible dialects, and no one came out to open the door.

As if it was because the room was too noisy, it was undecided.

"Is nobody speaking?"

"Then no one is there?"

Do! Duo!

Fangzheng muttered to himself first, then tried to knock on the door gently, creaking... But there was no bolt in the wooden door, he was gently pushed open a crack in the door with his fingers, and then gently opened with this one. In the narrow door gap, the light in the room was squeezed by the door gap, deformed, and slightly leaked a slender light.

But when this light shines on a person's skin, there is only a whistling icy cold, as if a high-power refrigeration air conditioner is running in the house, there is no temperature, only faint icy cold.

At this time, there are still noisy voices in the room.

It's as if no one heard the knock on the door, it was still noisy, and even heard the collision of wine bottles, and the sound of biting meat.

The light that could leak from behind the door crack did not see the flash of light and shadow of many people walking back and forth and pushing cups and changing cups. Obviously I heard the footsteps of many people walking, but I didn't see the light and shadow of people flashing.

"Hey, since there is no one, then I won't bother."

"Bye bye."

"According to the Criminal Law of our country, anyone who breaks into a private house without authorization shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years or detention for 15 days."

Fang Zheng actually turned around and left. The wooden house behind him was still noisy.

But in a few seconds!

Boom!

The wooden door slammed open, and there was a loud violent sound. It was kicked open from the outside. In an instant, the sound of people heard before came to a sudden stop at the moment the door was kicked open. It disappears cleanly.

The original sound of wine bottles colliding, babbling and eating meat, the harsh rubbing of the chair moving, and the sound of footsteps going back and forth all disappeared.

Even the light in the room went out, and the five fingers could not be seen in the darkness.

It was as if the originally peaceful Pinghu was disturbed, and instantly returned to the weird quiet, lifeless.

It's Founder, he actually went and returned!

At this moment, Fang Zheng still maintains the posture of flying and kicking the door, supported on one leg, and kicked straight with his right foot in the air, holding a furious ghost knife in his hand.

"Interesting."

Fangzheng lowered his right foot, held the Ghost Knife in one hand, turned on the mobile phone flashlight in the other hand, and walked slowly into the wooden house.

In fact, as early as the beginning, he had noticed that this weird wooden house appeared in the mountains and forests, and there was no anger at all.

But it happened to be full of voices in the night.

Crunch...Crunch...Fang Zheng walked into the wooden house with a flashlight, his shoes stepped on the wooden board, making a crunching sound unique to wood, bang!

The wooden door behind him seemed to be automatically taken by the wind.

Fang Zheng turned around and glanced behind him, and a dazzling flashlight shone behind the door. There is no such thing as a white-clothed woman with a disheveled hair or a chainsaw murderer, like in the plots of ordinary horror movies.

It's just normal emptiness.

Fang Zheng turned his head back again. The layout of the wooden house was very simple, as if it were just a temporary resting place. Bai Huahuang's dazzling flashlight seemed to be shining on some mirror reflector. Fang Zheng approached and saw that it was a wooden wall with several photo frames hanging on it.

One, two...three, a total of three photo frames.

The photo frame is already thick and dusty.

Fang Zheng wipes away the dust. In the first photo frame on his left hand, this is a black and white photo taken in the 60s and 70s. There are eleven people in total. They are wearing the characteristics of the 60s and 70s. Worker clothes.

It's just that half of the photo has become moldy, with black, green, and green mold spots, which just cover the upper body of the eleven people, and the outside world can no longer recognize the identities of the eleven people.

But these people seem to be miners.

Because Founder saw a large amount of excavation equipment behind these people's background.

But it is also possible that it is not a miner, and the presence of mining equipment does not necessarily mean that it is mining stone or ore...

It's also possible that you are... digging for something?

The second photo is also a black and white photo from the 1960s and 1970s. There is only one person in this photo. The figure is taller and stronger than the previous eleven people. It seems to be the captain or the foreman. It is also that the photo has grown mildew from the damp, and the face cannot be seen clearly.

"It seems that this wooden house should be the resting place for these miners." Fang Zheng guessed in his heart.

Then is the third frame and the last photo.

When I saw this photo, it was more interesting. This is the strangest of the three photos.

The photo is also black and white, only the back of a man was taken, but the surroundings are dark, thick black, depressing, suffocating deep black, as if the whole body is a thick black fog , So that at first I couldn't see the boundary between the man's figure and the darkness, as if the man's back figure merged with the surrounding darkness.

It seems that the photographer is taking a sneak shot, and the lens is slightly crooked, and the man in the photo seems to have also spotted the person who was taking the sneak shot. There was a movement of turning his head slightly to the right and preparing to look behind him. At this time, it happened to be caught by the camera.

When looking at the dark-backed man in the photo, Fang Zheng was astonished. He didn't know if it was the angle of the frame, or the shooting angle of the sneak shot happened to capture the most weird angle. In the photo, the man’s head turned slightly. , He actually gave him a sense of real shots...Sadako wants to crawl out of the movie.

When he looked at the photo, it seemed that he was the one who took the sneak shot.

The man in the photo found him and was about to turn his head to look at him.

But the picture will always freeze at this moment.

The following is never gone...

Fang Zheng also doesn't know whether the sneak shot was discovered in the end, and if he is discovered, what will the final outcome be?

But judging from the three photos in front of me, it seems that they were all made by the same person. The candid photographer took photos of the eleven miners and the suspected miner captain, and finally took a part-time job as the candid photographer. .

Fang Zheng turned his gaze back to the other two photos.

His eyes are thoughtful.

The noise of a dozen people? Can't understand the dialect?

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, it just matches the number of people in the photo.

These people in the photo seem to be very familiar with the person who took the photo, otherwise they would not be asked to take a photo with them.

There are photos of miners.

There is a photo of the captain of the miner.

"Since I am a familiar person, it means that I may have lived with these miners for a period of time. Then the question is...There are photos of miners, solo photos of miners, and secret photos of mysterious men. So, are these photos included? Just one person missing?"

"Only the one responsible for taking pictures is missing?"

"The person who took the picture, since he is very familiar with these miners, why didn't his picture appear in this wooden house where they rest? Where did the person in charge of the picture go?"