Chapter 602 Photos

Nodding, Jiang Cheng indicated that he understood what he meant, and then turned to look at Luo He, "What do you think about the things in the Feng family's mansion?"

"The people living in the mansion are all Feng family members. There are people behind every door, but they are all dead. Wingdings: ♦︎♦︎⬧︎♦︎◆︎⌧︎♦︎♦︎□︎❍︎

��Luo He said: "Just like him."

Luo He indicated with his eyes, and it was obvious that he was talking about the same as the two people lying on the ground.

"All the Feng family members died?" Pi Ruan was shocked, as if he was frightened by this idea.

"It shouldn't be, the Feng family is so big, there should be a lot of people in it." The fat man echoed Pi Ruan and then looked at Jiang Cheng, "Besides, didn't Director Qiao say that if it drags on, the Feng family will die out, which means that there are still people alive in the Feng family. "

Jiang Cheng didn't react much after hearing this, but Fu Fu grinned and looked the fat man up and down, "You don't have to listen to their words, just treat them as farts."

It seemed that the fat man didn't expect this cute girl to be so rude, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

But Fu Fu only said this, and then let him go.

"You can come and take a look, I took some photos when I left. "Luo He's voice sounded at the right time.

He took out a mobile phone from his pocket, turned it on, and pointed the screen at Jiang Cheng.

There was a photo on the phone.

It was Linghu Yong.

Everyone had already known how weird the photo was through Huai Yi's description before, but until they saw this photo, they realized that they had underestimated it.

Linghu Yong, who was posing in a weird posture, seemed to be performing some kind of mysterious ritual. Except for the skin, almost every part of his body was full of weirdness.

That weird smiling face, and the dry grass pouring out from the wound.

I don't know if it was preconceived, they couldn't see a trace of joy in Linghu Yong's smiling face, but was full of fear and pain.

This made people wonder, what did he see in the last moment before his death?

Taking Luo He's mobile phone, Jiang Cheng looked through the photos one by one.

There were about ten photos in it, and except Linghu Yong, everyone else was a stranger.

There were young people in their 20s, middle-aged people in their 40s, and a man with sunken eyes who could only walk with a cane. Old men who could barely stand.

Without exception, all of them were dressed in gorgeous clothes.

And they were in the same state as Linghu Yong, except for the ragged skin, and the only thing left was the hay stuffed under the skin.

The words stiff, dull, old-fashioned, and gloomy were not enough to describe their weirdness.

Obviously, they were all members of the Feng family, and the old man among them should be the real boss of the Feng family, Master Feng.

But now, Jiang Cheng's guess has come true.

The Feng family is extinct.

Among them, Jiang Cheng He paused for a moment in front of a photo. The photo showed a young man, about 30 years old.

Jiang Cheng had seen this man before, a few days ago, in the basement of the police station.

If I remember correctly, his name is Feng Delin, the third son of Mr. Feng.

Now it seems that the Feng family has reunited in the underground.

Just when Jiang Cheng was thinking, a hand reached out and held the phone, as if to take it away.

Under normal circumstances, it would definitely not work, but after seeing that hand, Jiang Cheng took the initiative to let go.

"Any questions?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head and looked at Lin Wan'er's profile.

Lin Wan'er lowered her head, her eyebrows trembled slightly, and then returned to normal, "We have seen these photos."

"Seen? Where? "Zhao Xingguo stood up from the ground with red eyes, and his mood returned to normal.

Now he was the only one left. He had just checked and found that Linghu Yong was in the same state as Pan Du, both of them were in the state of living dead.

There was a heartbeat, but the body was cold and there was no breathing. No corpse spots were found for the time being.

If the ghost was really related to the gods in the temple as Yoko said, then Linghu Yong and Pan Du were not completely dead, they were trapped in a dream.

In other words, as long as the speed was fast enough, they still had a chance to survive.

Staring at the screen, after a moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to have thought of something and said in a low voice: "It's that photo studio."

This sentence caused a wave among the crowd. Fu Fu walked up with wide eyes. After a few glances, she restrained her cynical attitude, looked back at Luo He, and said as if to confirm: "It really is, it's really the style of that photo studio."

Hearing this, the fat man suddenly said loudly: "By the way, do you still remember what we saw on the wall of that photo studio? "

"The photos of the Japanese!" Huai Yi said immediately.

They noticed the photo studio because of those photos.

If Wu Dali hadn't just come out of the photo studio and interrupted their plan, they would have gone in and taught the boss a lesson.

There were several photos of Japanese people on the glass wall outside the photo studio.

It seems that the owner of the photo studio was very close to them.

The photo studio, these strange photos, the dead Feng family, the Japanese, and even Wu Ergou and Wu Dali who brought them here, several scattered clues suddenly intersected.

Without further delay, everyone immediately began to formulate the next action plan.

Jiang Cheng analyzed the current situation and swept his eyes over everyone, "At present, the ghost's method of killing is through illusions, dreams, etc., and it can even change and invade our cognition without alerting other people around the victim. "

It is not difficult to guess that Linghu Yong and Pan Du are not idiots, they will not leave without permission.

In other words, they were all killed by ghosts in a relatively safe environment.

Especially Pan Du, he died in his bed.

Combined with the background of the ballad, Jiang Cheng is confident that they are most likely led into a dream by a ghost.

Then, they died in a dream.

Jiang Cheng tilted his head to look out the window. Through the gap, it was still dark outside. "It's not completely bright now. When it's completely bright, we will act separately."

"I'll go to Yoko to find out about the temple. You go to the photo studio. No matter what, you must find the owner of the photo studio and ask the origin of the photo." At this point, Jiang Cheng looked at Luo He.

"I'm afraid it won't be smooth with the owner of the photo studio. After all, the Japanese and us" Huai Yi said worriedly.

But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Fu Fu. She sneered and glanced at Huai Yi, "Don't worry about this. As long as you find him, I have plenty of ways to make him talk."

His eyes met Fu Fu's for a moment, and Huai Yi suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart. He closed his slightly opened mouth again.

"What information can Yoko have?" In the eyes of the fat man, she was just an ordinary Japanese woman, and even her survival was a problem.

"You can ask her why the Feng family helped them." Lin Wan'er lifted the broken hair on her temples, "Also, who is this person?"