With four hundred and sixty-eight dollars in hand, I went to a photo studio first.

Yesterday in the Pearl apartment something was wrong, I was already alert, when the police suddenly appeared, I quickly took out the memory card from the camera and secretly hid it on my body.

Everyone has some quirks, and as a photographer's pearl, her quirk is to take pictures of the apartment she lives in every day, and as long as she is at home, this habit will not change.

"Hello, help me get these pictures out." I asked the photo studio staff to open the memory card and point to the photos of the apartments.

The photo was not developed so quickly, so I asked the staff to make a copy and walked out of the photo studio with my memory card.

I got into a taxi and drove all the way to the bank that the female ghost of the detention center said, and I walked to the counter: "Hello. As he spoke, he handed over the private seal, "Please help me open the safe." ”

The bank teller checked my personal seal, led me into a rather private room, took out the safe and unlocked it, and politely avoided it.

I opened the lid of the safe and saw several things inside, a gold women's necklace, a passbook and a letter.

I flipped through the passbook casually, and the numbers on it made me frown. 300,000, this is not a small amount, no wonder she doesn't believe those women in the detention center, as soon as she sees money, the 300,000 is gone.

But why does she think I'm trustworthy?

I wondered, took my things out and put them away, covered the safe again, and walked out.

In the past, when I was doing sales, I had a principle that I would do what I promised. It's a lot of money, but it's not mine, and I'm definitely not going to touch it.

Having been robbed last time I was distracted, I was on high alert as soon as I walked out of the room, perhaps because I was too focused on my surroundings, and unfortunately bumped into someone when I got to the bank.

"Sss

I was knocked to the ground and cried out in pain. Without saying a word, the young man in the trench coat walked past me, and as he walked, his coat blown up by the wind, revealing the well-styled pocket watch in his shirt pocket.

In these years, there are still people carrying pocket watches, and they really know how to pretend.

I pursed my lips, considered myself unlucky, rubbed my head and walked out.

I first went to the old community, and according to the address that the female ghost said last night, I stuffed the passbook, necklace, and the letter under the door, and then knocked on the door, and hid in a hidden place before opening the door.

A thin-faced, middle-aged woman came out of it, and she looked left and right to see that there was no one, so she picked up the things on the ground.

She looked surprised when she saw the passbook, and then she couldn't wait to open the letter. I don't know what was written in the letter, but the middle-aged woman read a few lines and tears overflowed her eyes, and finally covered her mouth and wept silently.

I think that no matter what the content of the letter is, it allows two people separated by yin and yang to understand each other's thoughts at a certain moment, and to experience those emotions that were not spoken when they were alive, so I can be regarded as doing a good thing.

Leaving quietly and returning to the photo studio, the time was just right, and the staff washed the photos and put them in the envelope. I paid and got in the car with my things and went to Bai Ming'an's residence.

I don't know how long the thing he drew on my arm will last, I don't want to suddenly become a semi-transparent person on a crowded street, and it's safer to go back and look at the photos.

Knock knock, I knocked on the door, and the door opened, revealing Bai Ming'an's fair face, and he didn't seem surprised to see me.

I didn't say anything polite to him, and walked straight in. The living room was empty, so I simply sat down on the floor and took out the photos in the envelope and arranged them in an orderly manner.

There was a time record in the photos, so it didn't take much effort for me to find two photos of the apartment, one was the day I went to the Pearl Apartment, which was yesterday, and the other was a day earlier, the day before yesterday.

After repeated comparisons, I found that there was no missing content in the two photos, except for the occasional difference in the placement of some things, other aspects looked normal.

I didn't give up, so I flipped through it all over again, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and picked up a photo taken in the living room to examine it carefully.

"Strangely, both photos show that there should be a picture frame on this wall, but I remember when I went in yesterday, there wasn't one in the living room."

I looked at Bai Ming'an as if he was puzzled, he was probably bored, he came over to take a look, and then his light face changed, and he took the photo from my hand and took it to his eyes to take a closer look.

I saw that his expression was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" What's wrong with the photo? ”

"It's not a photo." Bai Ming'an lowered his eyes, pointed to the picture frame on the wall and said to me, "Here's the problem. ”

I've looked at the photo frame several times, and inside is an old photo of the Manchu Dynasty, what can be the problem?

"This picture is not simple." His slender fingers tapped at the photo, and his dark eyes shimmered with light.

I frowned, "You're saying my friend disappeared because of the picture in this frame?" ”

The camera in the living room, the blood on the carpet in the bedroom, the disappearing decorative paintings on the walls, all the signs were that it was a burglary.

A reasoning jumped into his mind: "That man hurt Mingzhu in order to snatch this painting!" ”

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the guess was reasonable, and I couldn't help but pick up the photos on the ground: "Great, I'm going to the police station to tell the police about our findings, with this clue must be very helpful to find out Mingzhu's whereabouts!" ”

I got up for joy and ran to the door.

"Stupid."

The sprinting footsteps paused, and I turned around and squinted my eyes, what do you mean. I raised an eyebrow: "You disagree?" ”

Bai Ming'an's gaze still couldn't take his eyes off the photo, and after a long time, he raised his head with an indifferent expression: "You doubt me?" As an assistant, you don't trust your superiors, which is not good. ”

Me: "......"

He flicked his finger over to the photo and handed it to me: "Take a closer look at the difference between the old photos in the frames on the wall." ”

Someone else is a master, and the photo is almost on my face, I angrily pull through the photo, suppress my heart, and look at the photo again according to his urge to beat him up.

I looked left and right, looked at it from a distance and looked closely, pretending to be pretending to think deeply, but I couldn't see anything unusual, so I had to pull down my face: "I can't see it, Bai ...... Master, can you explain it to me? ”

Maybe it was because the master was wearing a high hat well, Bai Ming'an glanced at me, and didn't say anything to pour cold water, and explained to me directly: "The eyes of a man and a woman in the photo are particularly bright?" ”

I took a closer look, not to mention, the eyes of the two were surprisingly bright. But what does this mean? No one is allowed to have good eyesight.

"Such an old photo is not very high, and the faces of the two people in the back room are relatively blurry, but the eyes are particularly bright, do you know what this means?"

I shook my head blankly.

"It's not an ordinary photo, if I'm guessing correctly, a man and a woman in it are ghosts, and both are possessed in the photo."