The man ignored the crowd and stroked the photo to himself.

The movements are gentle, and the eyes are obsessed, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

When Luo Bin saw this scene, not only was he not surprised, but he smiled, and his cloudy eyes became extremely bright at this moment, feeling like he had found his kind and found his soulmate.

"What do you see?"

"Hope!"

Luo Bin's eyes lit up, and he continued to ask, "What else did you see?" ”

"Salvation!"

"Anything else?"

"Art!"

"Bang Bang Bang ~~~"

When Luo Bin heard this, he couldn't help but start applauding and laughing at the same time.

"Young man, you are the first to see what it means, you understand art, and you will definitely become an artist in the future, I don't know what your name is?"

"Song Lang."

"Song Lang?"

Hearing this name, Luo Bin frowned.

The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

However, this did not prevent him from loving and appreciating Song Lang.

"You're a photographer too?"

Song Lang shook his head and said with a wry smile: "At most, it can be regarded as an amateur." ”

Luo Bin was stunned again, and then smiled: "It's okay, amateur photographers are fine, many of the friends here today are amateurs, but they all have taken very good works, I believe that with your artistic talent, you will definitely become a professional photographer, and then become an artist." ”

"Oh? Is it? Song Lang was noncommittal.

"Of course, you have to believe my eyes, I haven't looked away in all these years."

When Song Lang heard this, he raised his head, looked at Luo Bin fixedly, and said in a flat tone: "Teacher Luo really hasn't looked away?" ”

Luo Bin was a little confused by the question, but he still shook his head.

"Nope."

"Does Mr. Naro remember me?"

"(°ー°〃) Huh!?"

Luo Bin was stunned again, looked at Song Lang for some reason, and then looked at Song Lang seriously.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that Song Lang was familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen each other.

At this moment, a photographer exclaimed, "How do you look a little like the girl in the photo?" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Song Lang and then at the woman in the photo.

Although the expression of the woman in the photo is very distorted and abstract, if you look closely, it does resemble Song Lang.

When Luo Bin heard this, he felt a flash of lightning pass through his mind.

He remembered, he remembered who the man was.

But this did not surprise him, but showed an extremely frightened expression and subconsciously retreated.

"It's you! How could it be you? Aren't you dead? ”

As he spoke, Luo Bin turned around and ran.

When everyone saw this scene, they all had question marks on their faces.

Can be a second.

Everyone stopped paying attention to this, and one by one they widened their eyes, opened their mouths wide, turned around and ran.

I saw that Song Lang, who was still obsessed just now, seemed to be a different person at the moment, with a gloomy and distorted expression.

Song Lang unhurriedly took out a tool hammer from his backpack and chased it in the direction where Luo Bin fled.

Song Lang's movements were fast, and he caught up with Luo Bin with a big stride.

Raising the tool hammer in his hand, it was a hammer on Luo Bin's calf.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound of fractures, Luo Bin, who was running rapidly, fell to the ground.

But even so, Luo Bin endured the pain and struggled to stand up.

"Click!"

There was another crisp sound, and Song Lang smashed a hammer on Luo Bin's left hand.

"┗|'O′|┛嗷~~"

This time, Luo Bin finally couldn't bear the pain and let out a terrible scream.

Song Lang walked up to Luo Bin and squatted down, and said in a calm and indifferent tone: "Does it hurt?" ”

At this time, Luo Bin, where did he still have the strength to answer Song Lang's words, so he could only wail and nod his head.

"It hurts."

"But I don't think it hurts enough!"

"Compared to what you did to my sister and me, that's where it goes."

"But don't worry, I'll treat you well."

"I remember every scar you left on me."

"It's time for you to try it too."

As Song Lang spoke, he raised the hammer in his hand and smashed Luo Bin's fingers.

Each smash, no more, no less, just broke a joint of a finger.

Once, again, and again......

Song Lang's expression is very calm, and his movements are also very gentle, just like when he touched the photo just now, as gentle as he wants, he can be as gentle as he wants.

Everyone who came to visit the photo exhibition was stunned when they saw this scene, and rushed to the door.

However, when they rushed to the door, they found that the gate had closed at some point, and they couldn't get out.

They were panicked and only then remembered to call the police.

However, what made them even more frightened and desperate was that the phone could not be called, and the mobile phone had no signal.

This was not done by Song Lang, but by Luo Bin.

When he was building the photography gallery, he added electronic jammers to the walls, and once he came in, his mobile phone and everything had no signal.

They don't feel anything about it.

After all, most photographers shoot people, and some of them have body art that is highly private, and Luo Bin is understandable for doing so.

But now, it's a cage for everyone.

Song Lang ignored the others, he was squatting in front of Luo Bin, methodical, meticulous, and wielding the tool hammer very seriously.

There are two hands, one hand has five fingers, four of which have three joints, and the thumb has two joints, so there are twenty-eight joints in total.

At this time, Song Lang was breaking twenty-eight joints with a hammer.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the pain can be imagined.

Just when everyone was panicking, Song Lang had already smashed the joints of Luo Bin's two hands.

At this moment, he was smashing Luo Bin's palm.

Luo Bin wailed at first, then begged for mercy, then threatened, then begged for mercy, and finally fainted directly.

But soon, I was woken up again.

Luo Bin, who woke up, continued to wail and beg for mercy.

But no matter what Luo Bin said, Song Lang didn't react, like a robot with no feelings.

The people trapped in the exhibition hall turned pale when they saw this scene.

Someone tried to step forward to stop them, but they couldn't get out of their feet.

I wanted to open my mouth to persuade him, but I couldn't open my mouth.

In fact, many people reacted at this time.

The girls in this photography exhibition should be Song Lang's relatives, and what they see is beautiful, happy, sweet, sad, sad, painful, desperate, and fearful......

It's all real.

But that's artificially made.

As for who made it, the answer is self-evident.

They didn't know how to persuade or how to stop them, so they could only watch and pray that Song Lang would let them go after killing Luo Bin, after all, they were not involved.

However, is this possible?