novelcrest Chapter 609 Calculation
Chapter 609 Calculation
Chapter 609 Calculation
Half an hour ago, Boss Sang turned and went back to the darkroom after seeing off Luo He and his party, but staring at the photos all over the wall, he immediately regretted it.
"Those people should be kept, even if it's to spend more time with me, to talk to me." Boss Sang tightened his collar and said to himself.
Regarding what happened to him, he still has an unreal feeling until now. Every once in a while, he will look in the mirror and look at the handprints behind him.
It seems that in a certain moment, the fingerprints will disappear.
He even thought naively, if the fingerprints disappeared, would it mean that everything before was really just a dream.
Now, wake up from the dream, and everything will go back to normal.
His mind was confused for a while, and he decided not to think about it anymore, but to do the things at hand well first. He recalled Luo He, and felt that this man was very reliable and gave him an indescribable sense of security.
"If that's the case, he will help me." Boss Sang firmly believed this without any reason, "but the premise is that I listen to them."
"I'll be obedient, just do what they say." Boss Sang didn't think about destroying the photos anymore, but stared at the photos one by one, trying to find the Japanese man.
He had a hunch that the oriental man had seen it before, and he was in the photo, but why couldn't he find it?
Suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and there was a photo on his right, which was the one he took for the Feng family.
Master Feng asked him to take pictures when he celebrated his birthday.
He once took it out to show those people before.
And he remembered that those people also showed him some photos of the Feng family.
He recalled those photos and repeatedly compared them with the ones in his hand. He always felt that there was something similar, but he couldn't tell.
Sweeping his gaze slowly, he stopped on a stain, which covered about one-fifth of its size. Staring at this stain, Boss Sang's eyes gradually changed.
An idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Is there any secret hidden in the part covered by the stain?" Without hesitation, he turned around and took out a bottle of potion from the shelf, and then dripped a few drops on the stain.
The potion is highly corrosive, so it's not a wise move, but it's the fastest way to prove it. Boss Sang is going crazy from that strange dream, and he just wants to get rid of it sooner.
Slowly, the potion began to take effect. He used his nails to buckle it bit by bit, not caring that the potion was also corroding his fingers.
"Hurry up, hurry up." He seemed to be possessed by a demon, and his movements and expressions became more and more exaggerated. If Luo He and others were present, they would immediately stop him.
His current state is no longer right, his eyes are red, his back is arched, as if he has put all his strength on his fingers.
Under the tremendous pressure, the nails chipped, but he was completely unaware.
After removing the stain completely, his fingers kept bleeding, Boss Sang held up the photo tremblingly, "It's out, it's out!"
He rubbed his somewhat blurred eyes, and looked intently. In the next second, the hairs on his back sprang up, and an eerie feeling enveloped him instantly.
"How did this happen?!" He held the photo and lost his voice.
Beneath the stains was a man with his waist bent and an old-fashioned camera standing upright in front of him, his right hand was slightly swinging, as if he was directing.
This person is actually himself! !
He remembered, he remembered everything, this is what he looked like when he took pictures of Feng's family in Feng Mansion, but what frightened him even more was that he suddenly realized something.
Who took this photo?
Obviously, he was the only one who took the photo at that time, and there was only one equipment. Who took this photo?And why are you taking pictures of yourself?
But the reality no longer allowed him to think so much. At some point, the temperature around him quietly dropped a lot.
A cold feeling spread from the soles of the feet, and the blood vessels seemed to be full of ice balls.
"Giggle."
A burst of unspeakable weird laughter exploded in my ears.
"Who?!" Boss Sang jumped up in shock, turned around and looked around, "Who is here?"
He could feel that there was someone besides him here, not just the laughter, he could even feel the resentful gaze of the other party.
But where?
Where is the other party hiding?
His eyes scanned the room inch by inch. This darkroom was originally not that big, and there were only a few fixed places where people could hide.
no, nowhere
Until Boss Sang casually scanned the photo from the corner of his eye, the pupils first dilated a little, and then suddenly shrank into a slit.
The Feng family, who were squinting in the photo, actually looked straight out of the photo at this moment, as if they could see themselves outside the photo.
Their necks twisted strangely, which is definitely not something that living people can do.
They are dead, all dead!
He watched helplessly as the faces of the Feng family in the photo gradually became distorted and livid, gradually revealing a strange smiling face.
"Giggle."
"Ah! Ahh!!" Boss Sang screamed and ran out. The hidden door that had been destroyed by Fu Fu was even more fragile at the moment, and Boss Sang smashed the door open.
But after the collision, he stopped after running a few steps, staring at the scene in front of him, trembling uncontrollably.
He went back into the darkroom again.
There are dark rooms at the front and back, but there is a strange door connecting them in the middle. He seems to have run into a mirror.
Helplessly collapsed on the ground, the death-defying photo was sent to him in front of him by a gust of wind.
"No, don't come here!" Boss Sang was crying, kicking and beating helplessly, his face full of despair, "Please, please let me go!"
Under his eyes that were about to collapse, the self in the photo turned around slowly, with a strange and stiff smile on his face, pointed the camera at him, and pressed the shutter.
A blinding white light flashed, and everything fell silent.
"What?!" Huai Yi said in surprise, "Boss Sang is dead?"
The bearded police officer in charge laughed angrily, "Don't put on a show here, don't you know he's dead?"
"What do you mean?" Chen Qiang asked.
"Let me ask you, where did you go just now?" the bearded police officer asked.
"The photo studio, Boss Sang's." Luo He's calm tone did not hide anything, "We just came out of there."
"That's it. Boss Sang died as soon as you left. Why do you think this is?" the bearded police officer threatened with a stick in his hand.
"But we just went to him to understand the situation, there was no dispute, and we have no reason to kill him." Chen Qiang said after calming down.
"And when we left, Boss Sang was fine." Huai Yi immediately took over and said, "There must be some misunderstanding, why don't you go and find out the situation first, we are here, we can't escape."
(End of this chapter)