Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 160 A Group Photo of Eleven People

"Where did the person in charge of the photo shoot end up?"

Fang Zheng looked thoughtful.

He did not think that the person in charge of taking pictures was one of the eleven miners or the captain.

In the sixties and seventies, cameras were a rarity.

At that time, the worker was only paid more than ten yuan a month, and even the level eight technician of national strategic talents was only paid a hundred yuan a month. The money for a bottle of coca-cola was enough to buy several kilograms of pork in that era of material scarcity, enough for ordinary people to eat for a few days. It was a luxury that only the rich second generation could afford.

So in this context, cameras are not something that ordinary workers can afford, nor are they rich people's toys that ordinary workers can afford to play with.

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

It was clear at a glance whether photography was professional or amateur.

This is like the difference between a girlfriend taking a picture and a boyfriend taking a picture. What wide-angle lens, backlight lens, eyes in one-third of the frame, don't leave too much space under your feet, one meter five seconds to one meter seven long legs... How many men would know about this?

My boyfriend would say, isn't it just a photo shoot? He snapped impatiently. Well, his girlfriend with one meter seven long legs changed into one meter five short winter melon in a second.

It looks pretty cute.

In exchange for a girlfriend to take a picture... It took five or six minutes to find the best shot, then a dozen or so photos at a time to slowly screen, and finally open a phone beauty, which was called professional.

Fang Zheng looked at the photos on the wall. Apart from the one he took secretly, the other two were very professional.

Therefore, the possibility that the captain would take a group photo of the rest of them first, and then one of them would take a new one for the captain alone.

Next, Fang Zheng searched the entire cabin again.

But nothing was found.

That's why Fang Zheng has always hated things that require brains.

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

Simple and rough, everyone is straightforward, open the door is reckless, so it saves time and energy, how good it is for everyone.

What's hidden?

Hiding, hiding,

It was just a waste of everyone's time.

So, Fang Zheng went back to the eleven people on the wall to take a picture, frowned, and his eyes were pensive.

The most problematic one would still be this photo of eleven people.

However, just as Fang Zheng was focusing on the group photo of eleven people, his five senses faintly caught a cold line of sight staring at him without blinking.

Fang Zheng was alarmed, but there was nothing around and everything was calm.

He turned around and looked behind him. There was no headless ghost standing behind him.

Looking up at the ceiling, there was no such thing as a dead person hiding on the beam, staring straight at him with his eyes closed.

He lowered his head to look under his feet, but there was no sudden appearance of a bloody head.

...

In short, none of the horrible scenes that could be imagined appeared.

There was only silence in the cabin, and darkness engulfed the whole house like a tide.

The white glaring flashlight shone all over the wooden house for a moment. It was just an abandoned wooden house. Everything in the house was clear and there was no way to hide a body.

"Why don't you just burn it and burn everything." Fang Zheng had gradually lost his patience.

He was tired of such mindless hide-and-seek.

Anything that can be solved by violence is nothing.

Using your brain is the most troublesome thing.

He was here to investigate whether there were any important clues that could help him lift the curse. Since he couldn't find any clues, he simply set the fire on fire.

Just like the other two wooden houses, a fire was burned to the ground.

To prevent anyone from accidentally entering here in the future.

Just as Fang Zheng was about to make a move, the cold, dark gaze was still there. Just then, suddenly, the white light from the flashlight of the mobile phone shone on the third frame. Suddenly, Fang Zheng's eyes stopped!

The man in the photo, Fang Zheng remembered very clearly, originally turned slightly to the right, but at this moment, the man in the photo turned slightly to the left.

Turning his head to the left, Fang Zheng was standing right in the position of the eleven photo frames. The three frames were counted from left to right, and the frame of the mysterious man's back was on the far right.

From left to right, the photo frames were arranged with a group of eleven people, a photo of the captain, and the back of the mysterious man.

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly. Suddenly, he raised the Ghost head knife and slashed at the strange photo.

But just then!

The sudden light made Fang Zheng squint uncomfortably, the bell jar!

Without hesitation, as soon as the breath in his body changed, the cicada membrane on his body instantly swelled and hardened into an ancient temple bell. His whole body was golden, like a rohan gilded body, his breath was powerful, and his eyes were as bright as lightning.

Fang Zheng directly activated the strongest defense.

However, the imagined sneak attack did not happen, which surprised Fang Zheng a little. Instead, at this moment, there were a lot of noisy voices in his ears. To Fang Zheng's surprise, they were the noises he had heard outside the house.

The discomfort in his eyes was almost instantly restored. Fang Zheng saw him standing in the middle of a group of people.

"Hmm?"

"This is..."

Fang Zheng was shocked and looked around.

At this time, these people were wearing miners' clothes, which seemed to have just finished a busy day. Their clothes were covered with thick lime, and their faces and hands were still greasy.

The busy day made these people especially cherish the moment of relaxation in front of them. The sound of the collision of white wine bottles, the sound of the pushing of iron water glasses in the sixties and seventies, along with a few dishes of wild vegetables that Fang Zheng could not recognize, and a few kinds of wild food, and a big mouthful of laughter to eat and drink, laughing.

Everything in front of him was no different from the relaxing dinner after a busy day at work.

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

His face always had a simple and bright smile, which was the character of the people of that era.

At this moment, on the surprisingly large log table, an oil lamp was burning desperately for the rest of his life, illuminating this small world.

Outside the window, it was dark.

It was dark, and there was no light, except for the blurry shadows of the distant mountains and forests, looming and looming, like a giant man-eating beast silently coiling around, greedily peeping at the living life in the wooden house.

"Is it a memory replay of this haunted house?"

Fang Zheng found that the people in the house didn't seem to be able to see him, or that he was one of them, and no one noticed his abnormality.

"One, two, three..."

"Eleven people."

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

At this time, Fang Zheng had noticed that there were three picture frames hanging on the wooden wall, and the picture frame on the far left was a picture of eleven people in front of him.

"No, not eleven, twelve!"

Fang Zheng looked at the door. Just then, a figure appeared outside...

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