There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 162: The thirteenth person

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Looking at the twelve people in the house, they all huffed and ran out,

Fang Zheng first bowed his head thoughtfully,

He followed afterwards.

It didn't take long for Fang Zheng to return with twelve people again. The wellhead collapsed and the whole was buried by earth and rocks. The collapse was too serious for people to be rescued.

I am afraid that within ten and a half days, a well will not be dug out.

Even if the fake foreigner is still alive, it is estimated that he has been suffocated under the well by now.

After such a tossing, it was already late in the night.

At this moment, everyone is exhausted. Everyone is disgraced and tired. At the same time, everyone is depressed. Fang Zheng heard these people arguing loudly, but he couldn't understand the dialects of these people. In the end, these people quarreled unhappily and went back to bed.

But just then.

Li Fugui brought a very high-end waterproof cowhide bag, his eyes were a little frightened, and he came to Ping Si with some self-blame: "Ping Si Ge, this is the last relic left by fake foreigners."

"I found this in his bag. Why don't we leave it for a thought. I like to take pictures everywhere in my life."

What Li Fugui held in his hand was a picture frame.

Founder's spirit was lifted, and the highlight is finally coming.

Fang Zheng squinted his eyes slightly, his eyes flashing with awe-inspiring light, he clenched the Ghost Sword in his hand, then approached Li Fugui and looked at the photo frame.

He is curious about who is in this frame.

Is it the third picture frame that hasn't been hung on the wooden wall, the man with the mysterious back?

"Huh?"

Nevertheless, Fang Zheng looked at him with a slightly wrong expression on his face.

It's actually empty.

There is nothing in the frame.

Just when Founder was surprised, Li Fugui had already taken out a photo and handed it to the man named Ping Si along with the photo frame.

"This is the only photo left by the fake foreigner." Li Fugui said sadly.

Looking at the scene before him, Fang Zheng's pupils shrank.

The person in this third frame... is it this fake foreigner?

No!

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 who was secretly photographed by the fake foreigner?

Ke Ping Si and Li Fugui seem to all regard the person in this photo as a fake foreigner as a photographer. Why?

What the **** is wrong?

Speaking of admitting the wrong person, but it is impossible for both of them to admit the mistake.

"Is it because someone later secretly replaced the photo in the third frame?

"But what does it mean?"

"It does not conform to normal logic at all."

Fang Zheng saw that Ping Si had already filled the photo into the frame. At this time, Li Fugui had also nailed a nail beside the two picture frames on the wooden wall. He saw Ping Si hanging the picture frame on the nail.

At this time, Fang Zheng finally saw the photo in the frame.

The back of a man... his head is slightly deflected to the right... The shooting method he saw before is exactly the same, but the person in this photo is actually the fake foreigner of the photographer!

Wearing a European twentieth century shirt, a small waistcoat, and thick greasy wax, he looks like a little European gentleman, with black hair and yellow skin, but he is an authentic Asian.

It’s no wonder that Ping Si and Li Fugui have always been called fake foreigners. People in the past did not know what an overseas Chinese were. When they saw these foreigners, they were all called fake foreigners.

In the photo, the fake foreigner is holding the camera, standing facing a mirror, and behind the fake foreigner, there is a mirror that shows his back. The fake foreigner just shot his back through the front mirror.

Fang Zheng thought to himself, this might be the so-called art photo?

The artist's strong atmosphere?

The force of an artist is to walk a path that ordinary people can't understand. The more ordinary people can't understand, the higher the artistic value.

Anyway, as long as you can reflect your own spiritual level, far beyond the horizon of ordinary people, it is enough to kill Mart? Or non-mainstream?

The fake foreigner seems to be looking for the best shot. His head is slightly tilted to the left, his hands are tilted to a certain angle one after another, but through the mirror, everything is exactly the opposite, so when Fang Zheng first saw it, he thought this It's a candid photo.

Because there is already a subjective awareness of sneak shots, when I first saw the man’s head turned slightly to the right in the photo, I thought it was the man in the photo who spotted the sneak shot and planned to look behind him. The illusion of the author.

At the same time, because of the relationship of light, the shooting time may be at night, which caused the overall style of the photo to be death, decadence, loneliness, and darkness. The back of the fake foreigner was faintly integrated with the surrounding darkness.

It's just that the dark style of the photo in front of me is not as dense as the photo in the third photo frame that Fang Zheng saw not long ago. Founder carefully recalled that perhaps the third photo in the photo frame also had damp and mold factors, which coincided with the overall style of the photo, so he missed some details at the beginning.

Fang Zheng couldn't think that the truth was so simple, but it was so unexpected.

The man in the third frame is actually the photographer he has been looking for.

The plot is too dramatic.

But Fang Zheng frowned soon.

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 frame not long ago, that is to say, the photographer finally died in Juyin Burial under the well in the land.

Become a ghost?

Then slaughtered twelve miners who were close at hand...no, it was eleven miners.

One person escaped.

"In other words, is the time for the haunted house massacre next?" Fang Zheng shook the handle of the ghost knife in the handshake, revealing a trace of murder.

He was not afraid, even looking forward to it.

He has been a little impatient for a long time, and has long wanted to hack to death the 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.

Resolve the ghosts in front of him as soon as possible, so that he can rush to the ruins of the cave-in well to check.

Maybe I can find some important clue about the curse on him.

After all, these memories in front of me all started from the well buried decades ago.

At this moment, Ping Si and Li Fugui packed up the relics 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 very self-blame. He insisted that the man named Ping Si rest first and let him watch the night, and he couldn't sleep for a while.

Seeing Li Fugui's insistence in Ping Si, he relieved Li Fugui a few words. After asking Li Fugui to pay attention to the kerosene lamp, he went back to his room and rested.

For a while, the cabin fell into silence, and only the kerosene lamp crackled and burned dimly from time to time.

"Aren't you resentful?"

"Unwilling to die?"

"There is no one now."

"Come on, let me see, what kind of place is gathering the shadow, what ghost has been made!"

Fang Zheng's eyes were glowing with cold light, and suddenly he burst into flames and slashed towards the third picture frame.