Nightmare Attack

Chapter 585 Photo Gallery

Chapter 585 Photo Gallery

It seemed that he was terrified by Liu Laizi's gaze, until he walked out of the gate of Feng's mansion, Pi Ruan's complexion improved a bit, he kept rubbing his arms, "Did you see just now, there must be something wrong with this Liu Laizi, he looked at me His eyes are wrong."

Anyone can tell that there is something wrong with Cripple Liu, but some people just rely on their feelings, while others are good at finding evidence.

"Have you noticed the bowls and chopsticks?" Chen Qiang said, his voice was low, as if he was worried about being heard by something behind him.

"There are 11 of us, but he only paid 10 for the bowls and chopsticks." Lin Wan'er glanced at them and said, "He didn't count Pan Du's share."

The bowls and chopsticks were placed on the dining table before they came, so Liu Lizi already knew that one of them was missing before they showed up.

From 11 people to 10 people.

"Could it be a coincidence?" someone asked, after all, the loss of a pair of bowls and chopsticks is not a big deal, maybe it's just a wrong memory.

But Jiang Cheng stopped and shut him up with only one sentence, "Do you still remember what they said when they first entered Feng's residence?"

They, of course, were referring to Wu Ergou and Liu Xizi.

Liu Laizi asked Wu Ergou whether these people were sent by Director Qiao, and then specifically asked the number of people.

Wu Ergou answered clearly, 11 people.

What was even more surprising was that after they entered the door, Lime Liu who was leading the way suddenly turned around and stared at everyone with one eye, sweeping across them one by one.

Jiang Cheng noticed that Liu Zizi's lips were squirming at that time, clearly he was counting the number of people.

Similar experiences reminded him of the scene at the beginning of Xiaoshijian Village. They were also invited for similar reasons and became the villagers' scapegoats.

Will it be the same this time?

But this time the ghost didn't feel like a pure revenge to Jiangcheng. Although there were few clues and almost all of them pointed to Feng's family, Jiangcheng had a very strange premonition.

Unlike others who focused on the Feng family, he believed that the first thing to do was to find out the train.

The Mayflower.

That is the source of the supernatural.

The town is neither big nor small, but the streets are fairly orderly. It was relatively early to leave Feng's residence, and the vendors had already set up their stalls, lined up on both sides of the street, and the sound of hawking was endless.

Some early shops simply set up two tables and put a few steamers for steaming steamed buns, and they are considered open.

The dense water vapor filled the air, adding a lot of life to the whole street.

And after leaving the Feng Mansion, everyone felt much more relaxed. Strange to say, after stepping into the gate of the Feng Mansion, even the sun shone on their bodies, but they couldn't feel the warmth.

The inside and outside of the door are like two worlds.

When passing by a building, Jiang Cheng glanced at it casually. The building was divided into many shops. Because it was facing the street, the business was very good.

One of them is inlaid with grid-shaped glass windows, which is more conspicuous among the merchants.

It is a photo studio with many photos hanging on the transparent glass windows.

From the current point of view, they are all very old black-and-white photos, and the pixels are not very good. Perhaps it is because of the pose of the photo, the people on it always give people a dull feeling.

After looking at a few photos, Jiang Cheng was about to look away when he suddenly found a few unusual photos.

The position of the photo is rather strange, it is in the lower part of the middle, and it is generally not easy to notice. It feels like the boss wants to show it, but it is not easy to make it too obvious.

The people in the photo are wearing wooden clogs, wearing loose clothes with exaggerated cuffs. The men are standing in the middle, most of them are armed with knives.

Perhaps because of their height, it felt like if the knives at their waists could stand upright, they would hardly be much lower than humans.

In the photo, the status of women is obviously much lower than that of men. They are arranged on both sides, with lowered eyebrows and straight heads, showing extreme obedience.

High buns, pale faces, even in black and white photos, their lips are still bright red as if freshly stained with blood.

"Oriental?" Huai Yi, who also noticed this, suddenly said.

It stands to reason that the war has just ended, and it is true that photos of the invaders should not be hung now, but from the perspective of photography technology, these photos are indeed the best among all the photos.

"Damn it, this boss is not a thing!" The fat man stared at the photo and said angrily, "It's such a good photo for the Japanese, and then it's just a fool for us."

"It's not good for the Dongyang people. It's directly related to whether the boss's family can save their lives." Chen Qiang touched his chin and said, "But just after the war is over, if these photos are still hanging, then there is a problem."

When everyone was discussing going in to give the boss a paid patriotic education class, the glass door of the photo studio was suddenly pushed open, and then a person came out.

"It's you guys!" Wu Dali held a black bag under his arm, and when he saw Jiang Cheng and the others, he was taken aback for a moment.

"Brother Wu." Jiang Cheng nodded, "What a coincidence, we just came out of Feng's residence, and we didn't expect you to be here."

"Isn't it? It's just right, I was just going to look for you, and now I will make a special trip to Feng's residence." Wu Dali opened the black leather bag and said, "You are not looking for the five trains. Any news? Really let me find some."

There are too many people here, they found a secluded place in an alley, and took the things Wu Dali handed over.

There are some photos, and some cropped newspapers.

The footer of the newspaper had turned yellow, and it seemed that it had been a long time. Following Wu Dali's guidance, they found a report in an inconspicuous position above.

"The Mayflower train stopped late at night for no reason, and all the stations are under martial law. Is it the work of ghosts and gods, or is it the work of evil soldiers?"

The following are some specific reports. It can be seen that the people who wrote this report only know the general idea, and even the information they have is not as good as it is. , Attracting strange powers and chaotic spirits.

Although it is true.

But what really aroused Jiangcheng's interest was a photo included in the report. The photo was not very clear, but it could be seen that it was taken after the train arrived at the station.

Due to the viewing angle, only the second half of the train can be seen, about 5 or 6 carriages.

As his eyes became fixed, Jiang Cheng stared at the rear of the train. If he remembered correctly, the mutation was in the last carriage.

There are all dead old people and children, with their backs facing the direction of the car door, and there are extremely weird faces.

"Give me the photo." Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand, but his attention was still focused on the newspaper.

Soon, after taking and comparing several other photos, Jiang Cheng's eyes suddenly flashed with light.

(End of this chapter)