The mottled blood-red color on the file bag looked very dazzling in the dim light, as if the blood had not dried. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qin Feng took the file bag in his hand and untied the rope in the file bag.

The rope was also stained blood-red.

The file bag is very light, there is no weight, open the bag, into the eye, is an information sheet, a few photos.

"Huh!"

In the dim light, Qin Feng saw the photo and was surprised.

There are a total of four photos, or the kind of black and white photos, the black and white photos are not too plastic, very thin, and when you touch them, there is a frosted feeling, which looks very old.

Qin Feng was surprised that the things taken in these four photos were all the same.

The photo shows a strange mask with protruding facial features and two short horns above the mask, resembling the demons and monsters of ancient mythology.

The location where the photo was taken should be indoors, the light is not very good, and the mask was taken on the ground. The background of the ground is that kind of stone, slate.

The mask on this photo gives people a feeling of coldness, and at first glance, there is a creepy feeling, although this is a black and white photo, but it gives people a feeling that this mask is about to break free from this photo.

"Mask?" Qin Feng muttered.

The mask in the photo seems to have a magical power, or rather a strange feeling. Qin Feng thought in his heart, he had the divine sense of the Great Perfection Realm of Qi Questioning, and the moment he saw this photo just now, he also felt this strange feeling, and when he saw this mask for the first time, it seemed that he was going to attract himself into it.

Put the photo down and pick up the fact sheet, which should be a description of the photo.

The archives office archives not only personal file information, but also some cases, or things that cannot be explained by science.

In the 90s, this old archiving method was still used, and computers were not yet widely used.

It's just that Qin Feng is a little strange.

"According to reason, such a thing should not be in this ordinary archives bureau, how can it appear here?" Qin Feng muttered, judging from these four black and white photos, this thing is definitely not simple, it is definitely not an ordinary thing, and it is impossible for such archival information to be archived here.

Because there is no such qualification here, Qin Feng, who has experience in his previous life, knows in his heart that there is a place in Beijing City that specializes in archiving those strange things.

Qin Feng didn't think too much about this, took the information sheet, took two steps forward, and walked to the light.

The sheet of paper is a little old, and the information on it is not very much, and it is written by hand, and the handwriting is a little sloppy.

A few minutes later, Qin Feng took a deep breath and stuffed the data sheet and photos in his hand back into the file bag.

There is not much information recorded on the data sheet, but it is about the excavation of this mask, and it is said that this mask was unearthed in the sea eye of Kitashinbashi.

The four people who salvaged the mask at the beginning have all died, unnatural deaths, and these four people also include this record, that is, the photographer of the four black and white photos.

And where this mask is kept now, it is not recorded in the archive sheet.

Taking the blood-red file bag, Qin Feng walked out of the file room.

Coming down from the third floor, the evening breeze blew gently and locked the door, at this time, Shang Chengjun, who was standing at the iron gate, hurriedly stepped forward with a relieved face.

"Xiaofeng, are you alright?"

"There's a dirty thing, but I've taken care of it. Qin Feng opened his mouth and said, at this time, seeing Shang Chengjun's face, Qin Feng also found that he had begun to slowly change, and it was obvious that Shang Chengjun's bloody disaster should have something to do with this ghost.

Think about it, there is a fork in the lifeline and the wisdom line, the former is easy to explain, that is, Shang Chengjun provoked this ghost, and in the end, he must have been absorbed by the ghost, the light one will reduce his lifespan, and the heavy one will lose his life.

And the fork of the latter's wisdom line, Qin Feng can also guess that most of it is the reason for this file bag, this file bag should not be stored here, but now that it appears here, most of it is also related to Shang Chengjun, so Qin Feng took out this blood-red file bag.

"That's good, that's good!" Hearing Qin Feng say this, Shang Chengjun said with a sigh of relief.

"Let's go, uncle, I have something to ask you when I get home, I'm afraid this matter is not over yet. Qin Feng opened his mouth and said, this is not the place to speak, the origin of this file bag, he must figure it out, the most important thing is the mask in the photo, this is the point.

"Okay, let's go home first. Although Shang Chengjun had doubts, he didn't say anything.

The two stopped a taxi and headed back.

Along the way, because of the presence of the driver, Qin Feng and Shang Chengjun didn't talk much.

Half an hour later, he returned to Shang Chengjun's home.

Shang He was watching TV at the moment, and after Qin Feng and Shang Chengjun came in, they said hello, and the two entered the study.

Close the door.

"Xiaofeng, what's the matter?" Shang Chengjun held back all the way, and finally could ask questions.

"Uncle, look at this thing. Qin Feng took out the file bag in his hand and handed it over.

"This is ......" Shang Chengjun was puzzled for a moment, he had noticed this unusual file bag before, it was mottled with blood red, and it was very dazzling.

"Just look at it. Qin Feng didn't explain anything, but just motioned for Shang Chengjun to see for himself.

Shang Chengjun untied the rope, opened the file bag, took out the four black and white photos, and saw the contents of the photos.

"Ah" exclaimed, and suddenly his hands trembled, and the photos and file bags fell directly to the ground, and Shang Chengjun quickly picked them up.

Qin Feng stood aside and was silent.

"Dad, what's wrong?" the door was pushed open, and Shang Hezheng asked as soon as he entered the door.

"It's okay, Xiaozheng, I'll talk to Xiaofeng about something. Shang Chengjun, who had not yet calmed down in his heart, spoke.

"Weird, I don't know what the hell you're doing?" Shang Hezheng muttered twice, closed the door, and left the study.

Seeing his son walk out, Shang Chengjun secretly calmed down, and then began to check the things in his hand.

The handwriting on the file sheet is a bit sloppy.

Shang Chengjun watched very slowly.

More than ten minutes later, Shang Chengjun put the photo into the file bag, raised his head, and looked at Qin Feng.

"North Shimbashi Sea Eye. I have an impression of this......"

"Tell me what's going on, uncle, tell everything you know, don't hide it, this is likely to be related to the fate of your Shang family, not just your personal life and death. ”

Qin Feng squinted his eyes and spoke, his expression was very serious.

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