Nightmare Attack

Chapter 604

Chapter 604

Luo He walked over, and then he stretched out his hand and pulled it, with a "stab", the curtain used to cover it was torn off, and a secret door was exposed.

The secret door is not big, about the height of one person, and the width can only accommodate one person to enter sideways.

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

"Don't do it! Don't. Don't hit me. I have nothing to do with the Japanese. I have never done anything bad for them. I am really wronged. Please believe me!"

Behind the door is a small, narrow room, and with the faint light, a man can be vaguely seen sitting on the ground, with fear written all over his face.

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

"Who are you?" Huai Yi asked immediately.

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

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

"Okay, as long as you don't hurt me, I'll say it." The man swallowed, and said, "I'm the owner of this photo studio. My name is Sang, Sang Fuyin."

"Boss Sang." Luo He asked, "What are you doing?"

From the moment they came in, Boss Sang hid. Combined with his begging for mercy just now, it was obvious that he was avoiding someone.

"Aren't you here to trouble me?" Boss Sang asked warily, looking behind them as if he was looking for someone.

But in the next second, Fu Fu's words brought Boss Sang back to reality, "Not necessarily." Fu Fu squinted her eyes, folded her hands on her chest, she was not tall but very imposing, "If you are sensible , we’re not here to make trouble, but if you don’t tell the truth, then we’ll beat you up first, and then burn down your dilapidated photo studio.”

Hearing this, Boss Sang, who had just stood up, staggered, and said with a mournful face, "Don't leave, ancestors, this small restaurant of mine is barely supporting the family, and the whole family eats at it."

As Boss Sang stood up, everyone couldn't help frowning. The man was probably in his early 40s, with a relatively thin figure. He was wearing a mandarin jacket and a pair of eyes. .

He was just frowning, with obvious injuries on his face, one eye socket was swollen, and there was still a slap mark on his right cheek.

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

Hearing the mention of the photo, Boss Sang's legs softened, "Oh, don't mention it, what crime have I done!"

He pointed at his face, angry and wronged, "My body injury is caused by these broken photos. They said that I once colluded with the Orientals and harmed our own people, and they didn't listen to my explanation. They just gave me a meal." Hit and smashed my equipment."

Boss Sang became more and more aggrieved as he talked, tears fell down.

"After the war is over, you still post pictures of the Japanese people, what are you thinking?" Pi Ruan asked angrily.

"But I didn't post that, I'm sick, so I posted this kind of thing." Boss Sang explained aggrievedly, then seemed to think of something, and his face became fierce, "I don't know who did it, but don't Let me find him, if I find him."

"Okay." Luo He interrupted him, then took out the phone from his pocket, tapped the screen a few times, and pointed the phone at Boss Sang, "Recognize it, did you take these photos?"

"This." Staring at the strange iron-blue faces on the screen, Boss Sang felt chills in his heart, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and identify them.

Boss Sang stretched out his hand and touched the screen of the phone. Suddenly the screen went black, which startled him. Obviously, he couldn't understand this kind of high-tech decades later.

No one was in the mood to explain to him, only to urge him to identify the photograph.

"These photos. Where did you get them?" Boss Sang raised his head and looked at Luo He suspiciously. "It's 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 into the dark room, and then there was a sound of rummaging, and then he came out with a relatively large photo in his hand.

Seemingly a little nervous, Boss Sang kept looking in the direction of the door. Chen Qiang understood it, turned around and closed the door, and then a group of people came to the side of the sofa.

"Look at this photo." Boss Sang handed the photo up, "I know the person in the photo, well, I can't say I know it, but I took a photo of Feng's family. On the day of Master Feng's 60th birthday, their housekeeper took me Called 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 chair in the middle. I don’t know if it’s because of the exposure or the shooting angle. It was supposed to be a festive scene after watching it for a long time, but it turned out to be a bit gloomy.

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

What was so weird about it, they couldn't tell.

until

"It's the angle." Lin Wan'er's eyes hesitated for a while on the photo, and she reminded.

Hearing this, everyone leaned over and stared at the photo. Slowly, gasps were heard from the crowd.

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 drooping, and even the arc of their mouths are all the same!

The stiff bodies stood there like scarecrows tied with grass.

His eyes swept over the faces of Feng's family one by one. Luo He held the mobile phone in his hand. After comparison, soon, a terrible guess that was once came true.

The Feng family that appeared in the photo are all dead.

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

About one-fifth of the photo was defaced, and when touched by hand, it was still a little sticky, as if it was stuck with glue or something.

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

"How long?" Lin Wan'er asked.

"Probably... About one 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 whole Huishi Town, and Japanese people often came to take pictures with you back then, didn't they?"

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

(End of this chapter)