There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 160: A group photo of eleven people

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"Where did the person in charge of the camera go?"

Fangzheng looked thinking.

He didn't think that the person in charge of taking pictures was one of the eleven miners or the captain.

Be aware that in the 1960s and 1970s, cameras were definitely a rarity.

In those days, the monthly salary of workers was only more than ten yuan, and even the eighth-level technicians of the national strategic pyramid talents only had a monthly salary of more than one hundred yuan. It is the money for a bottle of Coca-Cola. In that era of material scarcity, you could buy several kilograms of pork, which is enough for ordinary people 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 affordable for ordinary workers, nor is it a toy for wealthy people that ordinary workers can play with.

But when Founder looked at these photos, all of them were taken professionally.

It’s clear at a glance whether the photo is professional or amateur.

This is like the difference between letting a girlfriend take pictures and a boyfriend taking pictures. What is the wide-angle lens, backlit lens, eyes at 1/3 of the frame, don’t leave too much space under your feet, and one meter five seconds becomes one meter seven long Legs... How many of the male compatriots would know this?

The boyfriend will say, isn’t it just taking a picture? I take it impatiently. Now, my girlfriend with a length of 1.7 meters and long legs turns into a melon with a length of 1.5 meters in a second.

It looks pretty cute.

For my girlfriend, I’ll take pictures... First spend five or six minutes looking for the best shots, then take a dozen or so at a time and slowly filter them, and finally turn on a mobile phone to beautify and look at people. This is called professionalism. .

Fang Zheng looked at these photos on the wall, they were all professional.

So I also ruled out the possibility that the captain would first take a group photo of the rest of the people, and then one of the people in the group photo would take another photo for the captain alone.

Next, Fang Zheng searched the entire wooden house again.

Nothing was found.

So, Founder has always been annoying, this kind of thing that requires brainstorming.

If you need to use your brain, it means a lot of trouble.

Simple and rude, everyone is straightforward, and opening the door is reckless. This saves time and energy, which is good for everyone.

What is hidden, hidden and tucked,

Hide and hide,

It's just a waste of everyone's time.

So, Fang Zheng came back to the picture of the eleven people on the wall again, frowned and groaned.

Speaking of the most problematic, it should still belong to this group photo of eleven people.

However, just when Fang Zheng focused on observing the group photo of the eleven people, his sharp five senses faintly caught a cold glance around him, staring at him unblinkingly.

Fang Zheng had a warning sign in his heart, but there was nothing around him, everything was calm.

Turning around and looking behind her, there is no headless female ghost standing behind her.

Looking up at the ceiling, there is no such thing as a dead person hidden in the beam, staring at him intently.

Looking down at the bottom of the feet, there is no sudden **** head.

……

In short, none of the horrible scenes that can be thought of appeared.

The only thing in the wooden house is quiet enough to be heard, and the darkness like tide swallows the whole wooden house.

Bai Huanghuang's dazzling flashlight shone all over the wooden house for a while. This is just a long-abandoned wooden house. Everything in the house is clear at a glance, not even a corpse can be hidden.

"Just burn it on fire, and burn everything out." Fang Zheng has gradually lost his patience.

Like this kind of headless hide-and-seek, he has become bored.

What can be solved by violence is nothing.

It’s the most troublesome to use your brain.

He himself came to investigate this wooden house, whether there are any important clues that can help him to lift the curse on him. Since there was no clue, he simply burned it all out.

Like the other two wooden houses, they were burned to ruins by a fire.

So that no one will enter here by mistake in the future.

Just when Fang Zheng was about to do it, the feeling of cold gaze in the darkness was still there from beginning to end. At this moment, the white afterglow from the mobile phone flashlight hit the third photo frame inadvertently. Suddenly, Fang's line of sight was stopped!

The man in the photo, Fang Zheng remembers clearly, originally he turned his head slightly to the right, but at this moment, the man in the photo turned his head slightly to the left.

And turning his head to the left, Fang Zheng was standing at the position of the eleven-person photo frame. The three photo frames are counted from left to right. The arrangement of the photo frames is a group photo of eleven people, a photo of the captain, and a secret photo. The photo frame of the mysterious man's back is on the far right, and he is peeping from right to left.

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly, he suddenly lifted the Ghost Head Knife and slashed at the weird photo.

But at this moment!

The light suddenly lit up, causing Fang Zheng to squint uncomfortably, the bell jar!

Without hesitation, the breath in the body changed, and the cicada membrane on the body surface instantly swelled and hardened into a red bell of Ruogu Temple. The whole body is golden, covering the whole body of Fangzheng, as if Luohan is plated with a golden body, Fangzheng directly Opened the strongest defense.

But the imaginary sneak attack did not happen. This surprised Fang Zheng. On the contrary, at this moment, the noisy noises of many people suddenly sounded in his ears. Fang Zheng was surprised at these noises. It was actually him before. Those noisy noises heard outside the house.

The discomfort in the eyes has recovered almost instantly, and Fang Zheng saw that he was standing among a group of people.

"Huh?"

"Here is..."

Fang Zheng was taken aback and looked at everything around him.

At this time, these people are wearing worker uniforms. They seem to have just finished a busy day. Their clothes are covered with thick lime, and their faces and hands are still a bit greasy.

The busy day makes these people especially cherish the moment of relaxation before them, the clash of white wine bottles, the sound of pushing and changing iron water cups in the 1960s and 1970s, just a few dishes of wild vegetables that Fang Zheng could not recognize, and A few flavors of game, gulp and laugh, laugh and laugh.

Everything in front of you is no different from the casual dinner time after a busy day for office workers.

Fang Zheng finally saw the facial features of these people that he had never seen in the photos.

Everyone always wears a simple, bright smile on his face. This is the character of the character of that era.

At this moment, on that strangely large wooden table, a kerosene lamp is burning desperately for the rest of his life, illuminating this small world.

Outside the window, there is a black spot.

Dark, no light, only the vague shadows of the mountains and forests in the distance, looming, like a giant cannibal beast, quietly hovering, greedily watching the living 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 he regarded him as one of them, and no one noticed his anomaly.

"One, two, three..."

"Eleven people."

"The number of people is exactly the eleven miners in the photo."

At this time, Fang Zheng had noticed that there were three photo frames hanging on the wooden wall. In the leftmost photo frame, there was a group photo of eleven people in front of him.

"No, it's not eleven people, it's twelve people!"

Fang Zheng looked at the door, and just then, another figure appeared outside the door...