"Excuse me, anyone?"

The voice was flustered and anxious, as if it was really just a lost lamb.

At this moment, Fang Zheng vividly showed a person's hesitation, helplessness, and anxiety and panic, and it was simply intolerable for the Academy of Drama to not accept him.

However, the wooden house was still bustling with people, noisy and noisy, and the noise was mixed with an incomprehensible dialect, and no one came out to open the door.

It seems that it is because the house is too noisy, and it is unresolved.

"Doesn't anyone squeak?"

"That's no one, huh?"

Do!

Fang Zheng knocked lightly on the door, squeaked... The wooden door did not have a bolt, and was gently pushed open by the fingers, and with this narrow door crack that was gently pushed open, the bright light in the room was squeezed by the door crack, deformed, and slightly leaked a slender light.

But when this light shines on the human skin, there is only a cold swishing cold, as if the house is turning on a high-power refrigeration and air conditioning, there is no temperature, only a faint cold.

At this time, the room was still noisy.

It was as if no one had heard the knock on the door, and it was still noisy, and even the sound of wine bottles colliding, and the sound of chewing meat.

The light that leaked from behind the crack in the door did not see many people walking back and forth, pushing the light and shadow of the cup and changing the lamp flickering, and I obviously heard the footsteps of many people walking, but I didn't see the light and shadow of people flickering.

"Hey, since there's no one, then I won't bother for now. ”

"Bye-bye. ”

"It is a crime to trespass on a house. ”

Fang Zheng actually turned around and left, and the wooden house behind him was still noisy.

But a few seconds later!

Bang!

The wooden door was pushed open violently, and there was a loud sound of violence, which was vigorously kicked open by someone from the outside, and in an instant, the boiling sound heard before stopped abruptly at the moment when the door was kicked open, and disappeared cleanly.

The original sound of wine bottles colliding, the sound of eating meat, the shrill grinding sound of chairs moving, and the sound of footsteps back and forth are all gone.

Even the light in the room went out at once, and the five fingers could not be seen in the darkness in an instant.

It was as if the originally calm Pinghu Lake had been disturbed, and it instantly returned to an eerie silence and lifelessness.

It's Fangzheng, it's actually him who goes and returns!

At this moment, Fang Zheng still maintained the posture of flying up and kicking the door, supported on one leg, kicked straight with his right foot hanging in the air, and held a mouthful of evil ghost head knife in his hand.

"It's kind of interesting. ”

Fang Zheng put down his right foot, held the ghost head knife in one hand, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone in the other, and slowly walked into the wooden house.

In fact, as early as the beginning, he had noticed that this wooden house that appeared strangely in the deep mountains and old forests, and no one was angry.

But it was full of people in the night.

Crunch... Crunch... With a flashlight, Fang Zheng walked into the wooden house, his shoes stepped on the wooden floor, making a creaking sound unique to wood, bang!

The wooden door behind him suddenly closed automatically without wind.

Fang Zheng turned around and looked behind him, behind the camera door of the powerful and dazzling flashlight, there was no hiding a woman in white with a cloak or a chainsaw murderer like in the plot of a typical horror movie.

It's just a normal emptiness.

Fang Zheng turned his head again, the layout of the wooden house was very simple, as if it was just a temporary resting place, the white dazzling flashlight, it seemed to shine on some mirror reflector, Fang Zheng took a closer look, it turned out to be a wooden wall, hanging a few photo frames.

One or two... Three, a total of three photo frames.

The frame has long been dusty.

Fang Zheng wiped off the dust, and in the first photo frame on his left hand, this is a black and white photo group photo of the sixties and seventies, a total of eleven people, wearing workers' uniforms that are very characteristic of the generation in the sixties and seventies, but half of the photos have mold, and disgusting green mildew has grown, which just covers the faces of these eleven people, and the outside world can no longer recognize the identities of these eleven people.

However, these people seem to be miners.

Because Fang Zheng saw behind the background of these people, he saw a large amount of excavation equipment.

But it is also possible that it is not a miner, and the presence of excavation equipment does not necessarily mean that it is mining stone or ore......

There is also the possibility of in... What to excavate?

The second photograph is also a black-and-white photograph from the sixties and seventies, and this one shows only one person, taller and stronger than the previous eleven people, and the same photograph is damp with green mildew, and the face is not visible.

"It seems that this wooden house should be a resting place for these miners. Fang Zheng guessed in his heart.

Then there is the third frame, which is also the last photo.

It's even more interesting when you see this photo, which is the weirdest of the three.

The photograph is also in black and white, only the back of a man is photographed, but the surroundings are dark, thick black, oppressive, suffocating deep black, as if there is a black fog around him, so that at first it is a little difficult to see the dividing line between the man's figure and the darkness, as if the man's back is integrated with the surrounding darkness.

It seems that the photographer is secretly shooting, and the lens is slightly crooked, and the man in the photo seems to have noticed the person who is secretly taking pictures, and there is a slight movement of turning his head to the right, which happened to be captured by the camera at this time.

When looking at the dark back man in the photo, Fang Zheng was surprised, and he didn't know if it was a problem with the angle of the photo frame, or if the shooting angle of the candid photographer happened to grab the weirdest angle, and the slight turning of the man's head in the photo actually gave him a... Sadako wants to crawl out of the movie with a real sense of footage.

When he looked at the photo, it seemed like he was the one who was taking the shot.

The man in the photo spotted him and was about to turn his head to look at him.

But the picture is forever frozen in this moment.

Gone forever......

Fang Zheng also doesn't know if the candid photographer was found in the end, and if he is discovered, what will the final outcome be?

However, judging from the three photos in front of him, it seems that they are all from the same person, and the candid photographer took pictures of the eleven simple miners, and the captain of the team, and finally worked part-time as the candid photographer.

Fang Zheng turned his gaze back to the other two photos.

The gaze is thoughtful.

The noise of a dozen people, the dialect you don't understand?

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but it just matches the number of people in the photo.

The people in the photo seem to be familiar with the person taking the photo, otherwise they would not have asked someone to take a picture of them.

There is a group photo of the miners.

There is a photo of the captain.

"Since it's a familiar person, it means that you may have lived with these miners for a while, so here's the problem... There are photos of miners, solo photos of the captain, and candid photos of mysterious men, so is there only one person missing from these photos?"

"The only one missing is the person in charge of taking pictures?"

"The person who took the picture, if he is familiar with the miners, why didn't his picture appear in the wooden hut where the miners rested, and where did the person in charge of the photo end up?"