Chapter 605 Group Photo

Luo He walked over, and then he stretched out his hand and pulled. With a "stab" sound, the curtain was torn off, and a secret door was exposed.

The secret door is not big, about one person tall, and only wide enough for one person to enter sideways.

Without any hesitation, Fu Fu stepped forward quickly, raised her leg, and kicked the secret door open with one kick.

"Don't do it! Don't hit me. I have nothing to do with the Japanese people. I have never done anything bad for them. I am really unjust. Please believe me!"

Behind the door was a small, narrow room, and in the faint light, a man could be seen slumped on the ground, with fear written all over his face.

Judging from his posture, he should have been hiding behind the door just now, but he didn't expect to be found so quickly and kicked the door open.

"Who are you?" Huaiyi asked immediately.

The man inside was begging for mercy, but after seeing the people outside the door clearly, the expression on his face changed. In addition to fear, there was also doubt, "You are"

"Answer the question." Chen Qiang stared at the man and said in an unquestionable tone.

"Okay, okay, as long as you don't hurt me, I will tell you." The man swallowed and said, "I am the owner of this photo studio, my surname is Sang, Sang Fuyin.

"Boss Sang." Luo He asked, "What are you doing?"

From the moment they came in, Boss Sang hid, and combined with what he just said begging for mercy, it was obvious that he was avoiding someone.

"Aren't you here to trouble me?" Boss Sang asked cautiously, looking behind them as if he was looking for someone.

But the next second, Fu Fu's words brought Boss Sang back to reality, "Not necessarily." Fu Fu narrowed her eyes and crossed her hands on her chest. She was not tall but very imposing, "If you know the truth, , We are not here to cause trouble, but if you don’t tell the truth, then we will beat you up and then burn your shabby photo studio.”

Boss Sang, who had just stood up after hearing this, staggered and said with a sad face: "Goodbye, dear ancestors, my small restaurant is barely enough to support the family, and the whole family is eating at it."

As Boss Sang stood up, everyone couldn't help but frown. The man was probably in his early 40s and had a relatively thin figure. He was wearing a long mantle and a pair of glasses. He had thin skin and tender flesh. He seemed to be living a good life. .

He just looked sad, with obvious injuries on his face. One of his eye sockets was completely swollen, and there was still a slap mark on the right side of his face.

"Why did the photo in front of the door change?" Huai Yi directly pointed out the purpose of his visit.

When Boss Sang heard the mention of the photo, his legs softened, "Oh, don't mention it, what sin have I done!"

He pointed at his face, feeling angry and aggrieved, "My injuries are all caused by these shabby photos. They said that I had colluded with the Japanese and harmed our own people, and they didn't listen to my explanation. They gave me a slap in the face." He beat me and smashed my equipment.”

The more Boss Sang talked, the more aggrieved he became, and tears fell down his face.

"The war is over, but you still post photos of Japanese people. What's going on in your head?" Pi Ruan asked angrily.

"But that's not what I posted. I'm sick and posted something like this." Boss Sang explained aggrievedly, and then his face became fierce as if he thought of something, "I don't know who did it, but don't Let me find him, if I find him"

"Okay." Luo He interrupted him, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, clicked the screen a few times, and then pointed the mobile phone at Boss Sang, "Can you identify whether you took these photos?"

"This" stared at the strange livid faces on the screen. Boss Sang felt chills in his heart, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he had to bite the bullet and identify them.

Boss Sang stretched out his hand and touched the screen of his mobile phone. Suddenly the screen went black, which startled him. It was obvious that he could not understand this kind of high technology decades later.

No one was in the mood to explain to him and just urged him to identify the photos.

"Where did you find these photos?" Boss Sang raised his head and looked at Luo He with doubts on his face. "It is indeed the style of our photo studio, but I don't remember taking these photos."

Suddenly, Boss Sang seemed to have thought of something, "Please wait a moment."

Boss Sang turned around and walked back into the darkroom. Then there was a sound of rummaging, and then he walked out with a larger photo in his hand.

Seemingly nervous, Boss Sang kept looking in the direction of the door. Chen Qiang understood, turned around and closed the door, and then a group of people came to the sofa.

"Look at this photo." Boss Sang handed the photo over. "I know the person in the photo. Well, I can't say I know him. I took photos of the Feng family. On the day of Mr. Feng's 60th birthday, their housekeeper took me Called over, and then I took this group photo of them.”

In the group photo, a group of people surrounded the old man sitting on the Taishi chair in the middle. I don’t know whether it was due to the exposure or the shooting angle. After watching this scene for a long time, it turned out to be a bit eerie.

Everyone is clearly smiling in the photo, but it just gives people a weird feeling.

What was so strange about it, they couldn't tell.

until

"It's the angle." Lin Wan'er's eyes hesitated on the photo and prompted.

After hearing this, everyone leaned over and stared at the photo. Slowly, the sound of gasping could be heard in the crowd.

Everyone was horrified to find that the expressions of the Feng family members in the photos were surprisingly consistent.

The look in their eyes, the angle of their arms hanging down, and even the curvature of the corners of their mouths are all exactly the same!

The stiff body stood there like a scarecrow tied with grass.

His eyes swept over the faces of the Feng family members one by one. Luo He held the mobile phone in his hand and through comparison, soon, a terrible guess he had made came true.

The Feng family members who appeared in the photo were all dead.

Chen Qiang stretched out his hand, touched a location on the photo, and asked doubtfully: "What is this?"

About one-fifth of the photo was stained, and when you touch it with your hand, it's still a little sticky, as if it's stuck on something like glue.

Huaiyi took the photo and subconsciously wanted to snap it with his hands, but Boss Sang stopped him, "Don't use your hands. I can handle it if you need it, but it will take time."

"How long will it take?" Lin Waner asked.

"About a day, you can come over tomorrow." Boss Sang looked at the stains on the photo and said after thinking.

Returning the photo to Boss Sang, Luo He looked around and continued to ask: "We have inquired that your photo studio is the only one in the entire Gray Stone Town. Back then, Japanese people often came to take photos with you, right?"

Boss Sang's expression changed. Just as he was about to explain, Luo He continued: "Take out all the photos you took of the Japanese people."