Chapter 606 Dark Room

Although Boss Sang was scared, he also knew that the situation was stronger than the people. He had a feeling that the people in front of him were more difficult than the people who beat him before. read

"Huh -" Boss Sang sighed, then stood up, "Come with me, it's not safe here."

Everyone understood that he was worried that after taking out the photos of the Japanese people, the people who beat him would come to his door. The consequences could be imagined.

The group of people followed Boss Sang into the darkroom. The door to the darkroom was small, but the space inside was larger than expected.

The room was long and narrow, separated by a black curtain in the middle. There was a pool-like container outside. It was not big, just like a household wash basin.

There was a liquid inside, like some kind of potion, and there was a strange smell in the air.

Boss Sang stretched out his hand and opened the middle curtain.

There was a cubicle inside, but to everyone's surprise, the walls of the cubicle were covered with photos.

And they are all photos of Oriental people!

The moment she discovered this situation, Fu Fu controlled Boss Sang, and veins popped out on her white palms.

She pinched Boss Sang's throat and looked around carefully. As long as there was any movement, she would kill him first without hesitation.

If, according to what Boss Sang said, these photos of Japanese people caused him trouble, then it would be fine if he did not destroy the photos. But he still dared to display them in his room. Did he want to die?

In other words, this is simply an ambush.

"Don't do this!" Boss Sang begged loudly, obviously frightened. "I have no other intention. I posted the photo just to verify one thing!"

"What's the matter?" Huaiyi asked fiercely.

Under the signal from Luo He's eyes, Fu Fu reluctantly let go of her hand.

"Cough, cough, cough." Boss Sang covered his neck and coughed violently, as if he almost suffocated to death. He looked at Fu Fu with fear in his eyes.

This girl looked very cute, but I didn't expect that her hands were so strong, and that as an adult, she didn't have the strength to fight back.

Boss Sang pursed his lips, and after a long while, he raised his head, stared at everyone with a very serious look, and asked in a low voice: "Do you believe that such a thing can happen? I mean"

"Is it a ghost?" Fu Fu interrupted impatiently, "I believe it, we all believe it, just say it."

Most of the feeling that Boss Sang had finally brewed up was wiped out at once, but he still had to bite the bullet and said, "I had a dream, just yesterday."

"Dream?"

As soon as they heard the word dream, everyone's attitude changed. According to speculation, Pandu Linghu Yong was trapped in a strange dream.

Lin Waner asked calmly: "What kind of dream?"

Boss Sang dragged out a very short wooden stool from the corner and sat on it, as if he was lost in memories, "I don't know if I should describe it as a dream, because this dream is so real, so real that it doesn't even look like a dream." Dream.

"And I also doubted this in my dream, but" he raised his head, his eyes full of doubts and confusion, "but I couldn't find the loophole in this dream. It was too real. I could smell it. I can even feel the smell of earth and dew!" Boss Sang's breathing became rapid.

"Don't be afraid, speak slowly." Luo He said, his voice seemed to have a kind of bewitching magic power, and Boss Sang actually calmed down.

"Let's start from the beginning. Those people came to my door yesterday. They smashed my equipment and said that I colluded with the Japanese and was a traitor. I just thought that I couldn't keep the photos of those Japanese people, otherwise they might accuse me in the future. What trouble?"

"So I purposely didn't go home last night, so I stayed in the photo studio. When I got sleepy in the middle of the trip, I lay down on the table and fell asleep for a while. When I woke up, it was dark and it was quiet outside."

"In the dead of night, I started to find all the photos left by the Japanese people here, and then took out the potion prepared in advance."

"This potion is very useful for destroying photos. It works very quickly, and then I threw all the photos in."

"After calculating the time, I will go do other things. When the time is almost up, I will come back to see how the photos have been destroyed, but wait until I open the curtain."

At this point, Boss Sang's eyes became frightened and his body trembled, "The pool is actually empty!"

"After the photo was dissolved, there should at least be a residue left behind, but there was nothing in the pool. It was extremely clean. There was only a layer of potion, but the potion did not change color."

"I turned around and went into the darkroom and found all the photos just thrown on the table, as if no one had ever touched them."

"I was stunned at the time, but I didn't think much about it at the time. I thought I had remembered it wrong. I laughed in my heart that I was too nervous. I was scared out of my mind by those gangsters during the day."

"So this time I carefully collected the photos and threw them all into the potion. But when I came back after a while, I found that it was the same as last time!"

Boss Sang looked at everyone, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he was obviously extremely frightened, "Those photos were just placed on the table, and no one had touched them at all!"

"But I obviously threw the photo into the potion, so the photo should be destroyed, no, it will definitely be destroyed! How could this happen?!"

Pulling his hair, Boss Sang kept repeating these words, looking a little hysterical.

"What happened after that?" Luo He asked, "What did you do again?"

"I burned it with fire, cut it with scissors, bit it with my teeth, and tore it with my hands!" Boss Sang raised his head suddenly, almost squeezing out the words from his teeth, "but it's useless, it's useless! No matter what I do, no matter how the photos are damaged, they will be restored to their original state after I leave!"

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointing to a small table in the corner, his voice trembling, "Right there, those photos appear there!"

"Every time!"

"Then aren't you curious why?" Fu Fu asked in a strange tone: "Like hiding behind the crack of the door and peeking."

Hearing this, Huai Yi couldn't help swallowing his saliva. The photos appeared again and again and restored to their original state. There was obviously something wrong. How could anyone dare to

But what made his pupils tremble was that Boss Sang raised his head, staring at Fu Fu's face with his eyes, and the next second, he actually nodded his chin.

He opened his mouth, his voice could no longer be described as hoarse, it was like two whetstones rubbing together, "The last time I hid behind the door, looked through the gap."

He jumped out word by word, everyone felt uncomfortable listening to it, but this discomfort was more psychological, and no one dared to urge him.

"What did you see?" Pi Ruan couldn't help asking.

His words seemed to pull Boss Sang back to the memories of that time, and his breathing suddenly became rapid, like a leaky bellows, "I saw it! It's it, it did it!!"

"Who is it?"

Boss Sang covered his head, his expression was painful as if he was about to explode, "It was a person, no no, it was a human figure, it was hiding behind that curtain, holding those photos in his hand."

"It was a Japanese! It was a Japanese!" Boss Sang's eyes were red, "His shadow was reflected on the curtain, and I saw the sword on his waist!"

"There was also singing, a very strange singing, as if it could get into people's hearts, not from here, it was a Japanese song!" He said excitedly.