Chapter 1209 Calculation

Half an hour ago, after seeing off Luo He and his group, Boss Sang turned back to the darkroom, but he regretted it when he stared at the photos on the wall.

"I should have kept those people, even if they were just to stay with me for a while and talk to me." Boss Sang tightened his collar and said to himself.

He still felt that his experience was not real. Every once in a while, he would look in the mirror and see the handprints behind him.

It seemed that the handprints would disappear at a certain moment.

He even naively thought that if the handprints disappeared, would it mean that everything before was really just a dream.

Now, the dream is over, and everything will return to normal.

For a while, his mind was confused, and he decided not to think about it anymore, but to do the things at hand first. He recalled Luo He and felt that this man was very reliable and gave him an indescribable sense of security.

"If it's really that kind of thing, he will help me." Boss Sang firmly believed this for no reason, "but the premise is that I have to listen to them."

"I will listen and do what they say." Boss Sang no longer thought about destroying the photos, but stared at the photos, looking at them one by one, trying to find the Japanese man.

He had a hunch that he had seen the Japanese man 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 a photo fell on his right hand side. It was the one that had been taken for the Feng family.

Mr. Feng asked him to take it for his birthday.

He had taken 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 compared them with the photos in his hand repeatedly. He always felt that there was something similar, but he couldn't say it.

His eyes slowly swept over and stopped on a stain. The stain covered about one-fifth of the size. Staring at this stain, Boss Sang's eyes gradually changed.

An idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Will there be any secrets hidden in the part covered by this stain?" Without hesitation, he turned around and took out a bottle of potion from the shelf, then dripped a few drops on the stain.

The potion is very corrosive, which is not a wise move, but it is the fastest way to verify. Boss Sang is almost driven crazy by the strange dream, and he just wants to be free as soon as possible.

Slowly, the potion began to take effect, and he used his fingernails to scratch it bit by bit, not caring that the potion was also corroding his fingers.

"Hurry up, faster" 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 stop him immediately.

His current state is not right, with red eyes and hunched back, as if he has used all his strength on his fingers.

Under the huge pressure, the nails broke, but he was completely unaware.

After completely removing the stain, the fingers kept bleeding, and Boss Sang trembled and picked up the photo, "It's out, it's out!"

He rubbed his blurred eyes and looked at it carefully. The next second, the hair on his back stood up, and a gloomy feeling instantly enveloped him.

"How could this happen?!" He held the photo and said in a lost voice.

Under the stain, there was a person, who was hunched over, with an old-fashioned camera standing in front of him, and his right hand was slightly waving, as if he was directing.

This person was actually himself!!

He remembered, he remembered everything, this was when he took pictures of the Feng family in Feng's house, but what frightened him even more was that he suddenly realized something.

Who took this photo?

Obviously, he was the only one who was asked to take pictures at that time, and there was only one device, who took this photo? And why did he take a picture of himself?

But reality no longer allowed him to think so much, and he didn't know when, the temperature around him quietly dropped a lot.

The cold feeling spread from the soles of his feet, and his blood vessels seemed to be full of ice.

"Hehe."

An indescribable weird laugh exploded in his ears.

"Who?!" Boss Sang jumped up in shock, turned around and looked around, "Who's here?"

He could feel that there was someone here besides him. Not only was there laughter, he could even feel the other person's resentful gaze.

But where exactly?

Where exactly was the other person hiding?

He swept his eyes through the room inch by inch. This darkroom was not big to begin with, and there were only a few fixed places where people could hide.

No, nowhere

Until Boss Sang's peripheral vision accidentally swept across the photo, his pupils first dilated a little, and then suddenly shrank into a slit.

The Feng family members who were originally squinting in the photo now looked straight out of the photo, as if they could see themselves outside through the photo.

Their necks were twisted strangely, which was definitely not a movement that a living person could make.

They are dead, all dead!

He watched the faces of the Feng family members in the photo gradually become distorted, livid, and gradually reveal a weird smile.

"Giggle."

"Ah! Ah!" Boss Sang screamed and ran out. The secret door that was originally destroyed by Fu Fu was even more fragile at this moment. Boss Sang directly knocked the door open.

But after knocking it open, he stopped after running a few steps, staring at the scene in front of him, and his whole body couldn't stop shaking.

He returned to the darkroom again.

There were darkrooms in front and behind, but they were strangely connected by a door in the middle. He seemed to have run into a mirror.

He collapsed helplessly on the ground, and the life-threatening photo was brought to him by a gust of wind.

"No, don't come over!" Boss Sang cried, kicked helplessly, his face full of despair, "Please, please let me go!"

Under his eyes that were about to collapse, the self in the photo slowly turned around, with a weird and stiff smile on his face, pointed the camera at him, and pressed the shutter.

A dazzling white light flashed, and everything returned to silence.

"What?!" Huai Yi said in surprise: "Boss Sang is dead?"

The bearded police officer in the lead laughed angrily, "Stop pretending here, don't you know he's dead?"

"What do you mean by this?" Chen Qiang asked.

"I'm asking you, where did you go just now?" The bearded police officer asked.

"The photo studio, the one owned by Boss Sang." Luo He said calmly without hiding anything, "We just came out of there."

"That's it, Boss Sang died just after you left, why do you say that?" The bearded police officer threatened with the stick in his hand.

"But we just went to him to find out the situation, there was no dispute, and we had no reason to kill him." Chen Qiang said after calming down.

"And when we left, Boss Sang was still 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 and can't run away."