Chapter 586 Photo Studio

Seemingly frightened by Liu Quezi's sight, Pi Ruan's face did not look better until he walked out of the gate of Feng's house. He kept rubbing his arms, "Did you see it just now? There must be something wrong with this Liu Quezi. The way he looked at me was not right. Read М"

Anyone can see that Liu Quezi is not right, but some people only rely on feelings, while others are good at finding evidence.

"Did you notice the bowls and chopsticks?" Chen Qiang spoke, his voice was very low, and he seemed to be worried about being heard by something behind him.

"There are 11 of us, but he only gave 10 sets of bowls and chopsticks." Lin Wan'er glanced 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 Quezi knew that they were missing one person before they showed up.

From 11 people, it became 10 people.

"Is it a coincidence?" Someone asked, after all, missing a set of bowls and chopsticks is not a big deal, maybe just a mistake.

But Jiang Cheng stopped and shut him up with just one sentence, "Do you remember what they said when they first entered the Feng Mansion?"

They, of course, refer to Wu Ergou and Liu Quezi.

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

Wu Ergou answered very clearly, 11 people.

What was even more surprising was that after they entered the door, Liu Quezi, who was walking in front and leading the way, suddenly turned around and stared at everyone with one eye, sweeping his eyes over them one by one.

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

Similar experiences made him recall the scene at the beginning of Xiaoshijian Village, where they were also invited for similar reasons and became scapegoats for the villagers.

Will it be the same this time?

But this time, the ghost did not feel like a simple revenge to Jiang Cheng. Although there were few clues now, and they almost all pointed to the Feng family, Jiang Cheng had a very strange premonition.

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

The Mayflower.

That was the source of the supernatural.

The town was not big or small, but the streets were fairly neat. It was early when I left the Feng Mansion, and the vendors had already set up their stalls, lining up on both sides of the street, with endless shouts of hawking.

Some breakfast shops simply set up two tables and put a few steamers for steaming buns and steamed buns, and that was considered open.

The mist filled the air, adding a lot of life to the whole street.

After leaving the Feng Mansion, everyone felt much more relaxed. It was strange to say that after stepping into the gate of the Feng Mansion, even the sun shining on them could not feel the warmth.

Inside and outside the door, it seemed like two different worlds.

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

One of them has a grid-shaped glass window, which is more conspicuous among the merchants. It is a photo studio, and many photos are hung on the transparent glass windows.

From today's perspective, they are all very old black and white photos, and the pixels are not very good. Perhaps because of the poses of the photos, the people in them 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 different photos.

The location of the photos is rather strange, which is in the lower middle position. 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 photos are stepping on clogs, wearing loose clothes, and the cuffs are exaggeratedly drooping. The men are standing in the middle, most of them wearing swords.

Perhaps because of their height, it feels that if the swords on their waists can stand up, they are almost not much lower than those of people.

The status of women in the photos is obviously much lower than that of men. They are arranged on both sides, lowering their eyebrows and heads, showing extreme obedience.

High bun, pale face, even in black and white photos, their lips are still bright red as if they were just stained with blood.

"Japanese?" Huai Yi, who also noticed this, suddenly spoke up.

Logically speaking, the war had just ended, and it was indeed not right to hang photos of invaders now, but from the perspective of photography technology, these photos are indeed the best of all photos.

"Damn, this boss is a piece of shit!" The fat man stared at the photos and said angrily: "He took such good photos for the Japanese, and then he just fooled us."

"The photos for the Japanese must be bad, which is directly related to whether the boss's family can save their lives." Chen Qiang touched his chin and said: "But the war has just ended, and these photos are still hanging, then there is a problem."

Just as 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 from the inside, and then a person walked out.

"It's you!" Wu Dali, holding a black bag in his hand, was stunned when he saw Jiang Cheng and others.

"Brother Wu." Jiang Cheng nodded and said, "What a coincidence. We just came out of Feng's house. I didn't expect you to be here too."

"Isn't it? It just so happens that I was just going to look for you. Now I don't have to go to Feng's house again." Wu Dali opened the black leather bag and said, "Aren't you looking for information about the fifth train? I actually found some."

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

There were some photos and a few cut newspapers.

The footer of the newspaper had turned yellow, as if 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, why is the entire station under martial law?"

Below are some specific reports. It can be seen that the person who wrote this report only knew a general idea, and even the information they had was inferior. The whole article was full of speculations and conjectures, which were just to lead to strange powers and chaos. .

Although it is indeed the case.

But what really aroused Jiang Cheng'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, we can only see the back half of the train, about 5 or 6 carriages.

As his eyes gradually fixed, Jiang Cheng stared at the rear of the train. If he remembered correctly, the change occurred in the last carriage.

There were dead old people and children there, with their backs facing the direction of the car door, and all of them with 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 over the train photos and comparing them, Jiang Cheng made new discoveries.

There were dead old people and children there, with their backs to the car door, and all of them with extremely weird faces.