Chapter Eighty-Five: The Origin of the Photo
"Hurry up, you're going to kill me!" I asked anxiously. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
"Well, I picked up this picture!" Xu Zhiqiang said with a serious face.
"Finished?" I asked, stunned.
"yes, it's over, that's what I picked up!" Xu Zhiqiang looked at me seriously and replied.
"That's what you're talking about, it's a long story? You're kidding me, aren't you?! "I couldn't believe that the person standing across from me was a logical person after all.
"Hey, I just feel like you're missing something in your brain, and you can scare us by picking up a picture? You think we're papier-mΓ’chΓ©! Tao Ying shook his head and said.
"No, you think, why did I pick it up, why not my cousin, why didn't someone else pick it up? There's something strange about this! Xu Zhiqiang analyzed it seriously, "And, what's even more terrifying is that I can't throw it away after throwing it several times." β
It's a bit interesting to hear him say this, a photo that can't be thrown away is really a bit evil, "Then where do you throw the photo every time?" I asked.
"Throw it on the table in our living room!" Xu Zhiqiang replied solemnly.
"Get out!" Tao Ying scolded angrily, "Why don't you say throw it in your pocket?" β
"Really, I remember very well, I threw pictures on the living room table every time. Because my mom tidied up the room every day and threw away the garbage. β
I was completely defeated by his meticulous logical thinking, "Then your mother won't think that you deliberately put it on the table?" β
"Oh, that's right, it's possible, I said why every time I throw it, it ends up on my desk." Xu Zhiqiang nodded and suddenly realized.
"Okay, Brother Zhiqiang, if you don't have anything to do, I still have something to do, let's go first!" I really don't want to mess with him here.
"No, don't you ask me where I found the photo?" When Xu Zhiqiang saw that we were leaving, he was in a hurry, and hurriedly stopped in front of us and said anxiously.
"If I don't ask, you won't say it yourself, will you?" Tao Ying was probably speechless, and wanted to get rid of this short-circuited guy quickly.
"Okay then, I'll ask you now, where did you pick up the picture?" I know it's useless to ask. I knew he must have replied that he had picked it up on the street, or something on the road, and that it didn't make any sense at all.
"I picked it up in a dream!" Xu Zhiqiang hurriedly replied.
"In a dream?" Didn't you, you picked it up in a dream? "Okay, you quickly believe it, what's going on?" I find it kind of interesting.
"I have the same dream almost every day that I picked up a photo on a road, and it was like this every night, monotonously repeated. But when I wake up in the morning, I actually have a picture in my hand. β
"Is it this picture every time?" I asked with interest.
"No, every day is different."
"Different? Is the scene different or the people in the photo different? "I felt like things were really going to happen the unexpected.
"It's different, but I've studied every photo, and I have it on every photo. Whether it's blurry or clear, I have my figure on almost every single one. The more he spoke, the more evil he became.
"Then why do you always hold this picture?" I asked curiously.
"Why did I take this picture, because I know these people, they are people from our street, and I know everything about them. I don't know anything else, it's just some stranger. Xu Zhiqiang said lightly.
In other words, the protagonists in those photos are strangers! And you, are there on their pictures? Tao Ying also asked curiously.
"Yes, exactly. Although, I hate to admit it, but that's what it is. I tried to explain this in terms of Marx's materialism, but I found that it did not work. Xu Zhiqiang shook his head with a very tangled expression.
"So, the people in this picture are all dead, or on their way to death, so you're afraid that you're going to be the next person to die, right?" I asked.
"Yes, and I suspect that the people in the other photos are also dead, or are also dying, which is what worries me more." Xu Zhiqiang said.
"It's very likely, it's not easy for someone to gather the dead in one photo!" Tao Ying actually said such an idiotic thing.
"Tao Ying, the brain is not broken, it can only mean that someone is deliberately killing the person in the photo." I was as white as Tao Ying, but I didn't expect that smart people also have a confused side.
"That's not necessarily, or these people are destined to die, and the photos are just synthesized later, do you dare to say that there is no such possibility?" Tao Ying retorted to me.
I can't refute what Tao Ying said.
"Then am I in danger, is the Grim Reaper on his way to take my life?" Xu Zhiqiang said worriedly.
"So, what do you want me to do?" I looked at him and said.
"Nonsense, I must have you trying to find a way to save his life." Tao Ying only saw that there was no room for him to speak.
Xu Zhiqiang looked at me, nodded and said, "I'm only 21 years old, and I don't want to die for the time being." β
"Just by talking about photos, I feel like I can't get any information, even if I find a master, he may not be able to solve your problem." I said helplessly.
"yes, we can't do anything with this photo alone? Could it be that they will protect you from going out? Tao Ying added.
"If you have any real goblins, it's better to say that you don't have any clues right now." Although I really want to help him, I feel that even if I call Ding Xiaoshang over, I may not have a way.
Hearing what I said, Xu Zhiqiang fell silent. I don't know if he's recalling clues or thinking about something.
"You see, I have a bold conjecture, and you can judge whether this is possible. Could it be that there is a curse hidden in the photo, but anyone who is on this photo will be cursed and die accidentally. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly said something like this.
"Cursed? Why are those people cursed? Who is cursing them? "I'm curious about the word curse.
"It shouldn't be them, it's just us, the people who appear in the picture." Xu Zhiqiang added.
"Do you think there's any curse on you since you were a child?" I looked at the ordinary Xu Zhiqiang in front of me and said.
"I don't know, my parents never said that."
"Where's that curse? If you have a curse on you, your parents should know about it and take action against you, right? Tao Ying looked Xu Zhiqiang up and down and said.
I looked at this boy who usually studied history, and I felt that he must have a story in him.