"Where did the guy in charge of the photograph end up?"

Fang Zheng's eyes were thoughtful.

He didn't think that the person in charge of the photograph was one of the eleven miners, or the captain.

You know, in the sixties and seventies, cameras were a rarity.

At that time, the worker only had a salary of more than a dozen yuan a month, and even the eighth-level technician of the national strategic talent only had a salary of about 100 yuan a month, and the money for a bottle of Coca-Cola, in that era of material scarcity, he could buy several catties of pork, which was enough for ordinary people to eat for a few days, which was a luxury that only the rich second generation could afford.

So in this context, the camera is not a rich man's toy that ordinary workers can afford, nor can ordinary workers afford to play.

But when Fang Zheng looks at these photos, all of them are taken professionally.

It's clear at a glance whether taking pictures is professional or amateur.

This is like the difference between letting your girlfriend take a photo and your boyfriend taking a photo, what wide-angle lens, backlit lens, eyes in 1/3 of the frame, don't leave too much space under your feet, one meter and five seconds become one meter and seven long legs... How many of the male compatriots will know this?

The boyfriend will say, isn't it just taking pictures, impatiently take a picture, well, a one-meter-seven long-legged girlfriend becomes a one-meter-five dwarf winter melon in seconds.

It's pretty cute to look at.

And change to a girlfriend to take pictures... First spend five or six minutes looking for the best shot, take a dozen or so photos at a time and slowly screen, and finally open a mobile phone to beautify your face, which is called professional.

Fang Zheng looked at the photos on the wall, except for the one that was taken secretly, the other two were very professional.

Therefore, it is ruled out that it may be that the captain will take a group photo of the rest of the people first, and then one of the people in the group photo will take a new photo for the captain alone.

Next, Fang Zheng searched the entire wooden house again.

But nothing was found.

Therefore, Fangzheng has always hated this kind of thing that requires brains.

If you need to use your brain, it means that it is very troublesome.

Simple and rude, everyone gets straight to the point, and opening the door is reckless, which saves time and energy, and is good for everyone.

What is hidden and tucked,

Hide, hide, hide,

It's just a waste of everyone's time.

So, Fang Zheng came to the group photo of the eleven people on the wall again, furrowed his brows, and groaned.

If you want to say that the most problematic thing should be this group photo of eleven people.

However, just as Fang Zheng was concentrating on observing the group photo of the eleven people, his keen five senses faintly caught a cold gaze around him, staring at him tightly without blinking.

Fang Zheng was alarmed, but there was nothing around, everything was calm.

Turning to look behind him, there was no headless female ghost standing behind him.

Looking up at the ceiling, there was no so-called dead man hiding on the beams, staring at him without looking back.

Looking down at the soles of his feet, there was no sudden extra bloody human head.

......

In short, none of the horror scenes imaginable appeared.

The only thing in the hut was that it was so quiet that it could be heard falling pins, and the darkness that engulfed the whole hut like a tide.

The dazzling flashlight of the white flickering shone in the wooden house for a while, this is just a long-abandoned wooden house, everything in the house is clear at a glance, and not even a corpse can be hidden.

"Just set it on fire and burned everything to the ground. "Founder has gradually lost his patience.

He was bored with this kind of brainless hide-and-seek.

What can be solved by violence is not a problem.

It's the most troublesome thing to use your brain.

He himself had come to investigate the wooden house to see if there were any important clues that could help him lift the curse on his body. Since I couldn't find a clue, I simply burned it out.

Just like the other two wooden houses, a fire burned to the ground.

In case anyone strays here in the future.

Just when Fang Zheng was about to make a move, the feeling of cold staring in the dark was still there, and at this moment, suddenly, the piercing white afterglow diffused by the mobile phone flashlight inadvertently shone on the third photo frame, and suddenly, Fang Zheng's gaze was stunned!

The man in the photo, Fang Zheng remembers very clearly, it was originally a slight turn to the right, but at this moment, the man in the photo has turned his head slightly to the left.

And the head turned to the left, which happened to be the position of Fang Zheng standing in the photo frame of the eleven people, counting from left to right of the three photo frames, and the photo frame of the mysterious man's back was exactly on the far right.

From left to right, the photo frames are a group photo of eleven people, a photo of the captain, and the back of a mysterious man.

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly, he suddenly lifted the ghost head knife and slashed at the strange photo.

And yet at this moment!

The sudden light made Fang Zheng's eyes squint uncomfortably, the bell!

Without hesitation, the breath in the body was changed, and the cicada membrane on the body surface had instantly swelled and hardened into an ancient temple Hongzhong, and the whole body was full of golden mangs.

Founder directly turned on the strongest defense.

But the imaginary sneak attack did not happen, which surprised Fang Zheng, but at this moment, there were many noisy and noisy voices in his ears, and Fang Zheng was surprised by these noisy sounds, which were actually the noisy sounds he heard outside the house before.

The discomfort in his eyes had recovered almost instantly, and Fang Zheng saw that he was actually standing in the middle of a group of people.

"Huh?"

"This is ......"

Fang Zheng was startled and looked at everything around him.

At this time, these people were wearing miners' uniforms, as if they had just finished a busy day, their clothes were covered with thick lime, and their faces and hands were still a little oily.

The busy day makes these people especially cherish the moment of relaxation in front of them, the sound of the collision of white wine bottles, the sound of pushing and changing the cup of iron water cups in the sixties and seventies, a few dishes of wild vegetables that are unrecognizable, and a few wild meats, eating and drinking and laughing.

Everything in front of you is no different from a relaxing dinner party after a busy day of work for office workers.

Fang Zheng finally saw the facial features of these people who had never been seen in the photo.

Always with a simple, bright smile on his face, this is the character trait of the people of that era.

At this moment, on the surprisingly large log table, an oil lamp is desperately burning for the rest of his life, illuminating this small world.

Outside the window, it was dark.

Dimm, no light, only the blurred black shadows of the mountains and forests in the distance, looming, like a man-eating beast quietly coiling, greedily peeking at the fresh life in the wooden house.

"Is it a memory replay from this haunted house?"

Fang Zheng found that the people in the room didn't seem to see him, or regarded him as one of them, and no one noticed his anomaly.

"One, two, three......"

"Eleven people. ”

"The number is exactly the eleven miners in the photo. ”

At this time, Fang Zheng had noticed that there were three photo frames hanging on the wooden wall, and in the leftmost photo frame, there was a group photo of the eleven people in front of him.

"No, it's not eleven people, it's twelve!"

Fang Zheng looked at the door, and at this moment, a figure appeared outside the door......