looked at the twelve people in the house, all of them hula ran out,

Fang Zheng first bowed his head thoughtfully,

Then he followed.

It's just that not long after, Fang Zheng followed the twelve people back again, the wellhead collapsed, and the whole was buried by soil and rocks, the collapse was too serious, and people could not be saved.

I'm afraid that in less than ten days and a half months, I won't be able to dig an ancient well.

The fake foreigner in Pingsi's mouth was not rescued, and now he can't see anyone alive or dead, but even if he is still alive, it is estimated that he has been suffocated alive at the bottom of the well.

After such a toss, it was already the second half of the night.

At this moment, everyone is exhausted, everyone is gray-faced, tired, and at the same time everyone is depressed. Fang Zheng heard these people arguing loudly, but he couldn't understand the dialect of these people, and finally these people broke up and went back to bed.

But at this moment.

Li Fugui took a sturdy and tough waterproof cowhide bag, and came to Ping Si's side with some fear and self-reproach: "Fourth Brother Ping, this is the last relic left by the fake foreigner." ”

"I found this in his bag, so why don't we keep it for a thought and continue to be with the rest of us, who liked to take pictures everywhere in his life. ”

What Li Fugui was holding in his hand was a photo frame.

Founder's spirits lifted, and the highlight is finally coming.

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, there was an awe-inspiring light flashing in his eyes, he clenched the ghost head knife in his hand, and then approached Li Fugui's side, looking at the photo frame.

He wondered who was in the frame.

Is it the third picture frame that has not yet been hung on the wooden wall, that is, the man with the mysterious back?

"Huh?"

Who knows, when Fang Zheng saw this, the expression on his face was slightly stunned.

It's empty.

There is nothing in the frame.

Just when Fang Zheng was stunned, Li Fugui had already taken out a photo, and then handed the photo frame to the man named Pingsi.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Zheng's pupils shrank.

The person in this third frame... Could it be this fake foreigner?

Wrong!

If the fake foreigner is the thirteenth person, that is, the person in charge of taking the photo, the photo in the third frame should be another mysterious back man secretly taken by the fake foreigner, right?

Ke Pingsi and Li Fugui all seem to think that the person in this photo is a photographer and a fake foreigner, why?

What's wrong?

If you want to say that you recognize the wrong person, it is impossible for both people to admit your mistake.

"Could it be that someone secretly replaced the photo in the third frame?

"But what's the point?"

"It doesn't follow normal logic at all. ”

Fang Zheng saw that Ping Si had already filled the photo into the photo frame, and at this time, Li Fugui was already next to the two photo frames on the wooden wall, nailing a nail, so Ping Si hung the photo frame on the nail.

At this time, Fang Zheng finally saw the photo in the frame.

The back of a man... The head is slightly deflected to the right... It's exactly the same as the shooting technique he saw before, but the person in this photo is actually the photographer fake foreigner!

Wearing a European twentieth-century shirt, a small vest, thick and greasy hair wax, black hair, yellow skin, but an authentic Asian.

No wonder Ping Si and Li Fugui have always been called fake foreigners, and people in the past didn't know what it meant to be a Chinese overseas Chinese.

In the photo, the fake foreigner is holding a camera and standing facing a mirror, and there is a mirror behind the fake foreigner, reflecting his back. The fake foreigner happened to shoot his back through the mirror in front of him.

Fang Zheng thought to himself, this may be the so-called art photo?

The artist's strong sense of style?

The more normal people can't understand, the higher the artistic value.

Anyway, as long as you can reflect your own spiritual realm level, far beyond the horizon of ordinary people, you can do it, whether it is killing Mart or non-mainstream?

The fake foreigner seems to be looking for the best shot, his head is slightly tilted to the left, and his hands are tilted at a certain angle one after another, and through the mirror refraction, everything is exactly the opposite, so when Fang Zheng first saw it, he thought it was a candid photo.

Because there is already a subjective consciousness of candid photography, when I see the man's head in the photo turning slightly to the right, I have the illusion that I think the man in the photo has found the candid photographer, and I want to look sideways at the candid photographer behind me.

At the same time, because of the line of sight, the shooting time may have been at night, and in the past, it was a kerosene lamp, and the light distance was limited, so the light was dim and yellow, which caused the overall style of the photo to be Gothic death, decadence, loneliness, and gloom, and the back of the fake foreigner was faintly integrated with the surrounding darkness.

It's just that the dark style of the photo in front of him is not as heavy as the photo in the third frame that Fang Zheng saw not long ago. Fang Zheng carefully recalled that perhaps the photo of the third frame also had the factor of moisture and mold, which just matched the overall style of the photo, so he missed many details at the beginning.

Fang Zheng couldn't imagine that the truth was so simple, but it was so incredible.

The man in the third frame is actually the photographer he has been looking for.

This plot is a little too dramatic.

But Fang Zheng quickly frowned again.

Since the person in the third photo is the photographer of the thirteenth person, he thinks of the strange picture he saw in the third frame not long ago, that is, the photographer died at the bottom of the well in the place of gathering yin.

Became a ghost?

And then slaughtered twelve miners who were close at hand... No, eleven miners.

One man escaped.

"In other words, it's time for the Haunted House Massacre next?" Fang Zheng shook the hilt of the Ghost Head Knife in his hand, his eyes revealing a hint of murderous intent.

He had no fear.

I'm even looking forward to it.

He had long been a little impatient, and he had long wanted to kill this ghost who had been hiding his head and tail with a knife, so as to end the hide-and-seek in front of him as soon as possible.

Deal with the ghost in front of him as soon as possible, so that he can rush to the well burial ruins of the collapse in the past as soon as possible.

Perhaps some important clues about the curse on him could be found.

After all, all this in front of me started with the burial of the well that was dug decades ago.

At this moment, after Ping Si and Li Fugui packed up the relics of the fake foreigner, Ping Si asked Li Fugui to go back to rest, and he would keep vigil in the second half of the night.

But tonight's incident has always made Li Fugui blame himself, he insisted that the man named Pingsi rest first, and he would keep vigil, and he couldn't sleep for a while.

Ping Si saw that Li Fugui insisted, so he comforted Li Fugui a few words, and after asking Li Fugui to pay attention to the kerosene lamp, he went back to the room to rest first.

For a moment, there was silence in the wooden house.

"Are you coming?"

Founder lifts the knife.