Nightmare Attack

Half an hour ago, Boss Sang turned around and went back to the darkroom after sending away Luohe and his party, but stared at the photos on the wall, and then he regretted it.

"Those people should stay, even if you spend more time with yourself, and talk to yourself." Boss Sang tightened his collar and said to himself.

Regarding his own experience, he still has an unreal feeling until now. Every once in a while, he will look in the mirror to see the handprints behind him.

As if at a certain moment, the handprint would disappear.

He even naively thought that if the handprint disappeared, would it mean that everything before that was really just a dream.

Now that the dream wakes up, everything will return to normal.

His mind was confused for a while, he decided not to think about it anymore, but to do the things at hand first. He recalled Luo He and felt that this man was very reliable and gave him an indescribable sense of security.

"If... it's really that kind of thing, he will help me." Boss Sang believes this for no reason. "But the premise is that I want to listen to them."

"I'll be obedient, just do what they say." Boss Sang no longer thought about destroying the photos, but stared at the photos one by one, trying to find the Oriental.

He has a hunch that the Oriental has seen him before, and... he is in the photo, why can't he not find it?

Suddenly, with a glimpse of him, a photo fell on his right hand side, the one taken for the Feng family.

Master Feng asked him to shoot during his birthday.

He once showed it to those people before.

And... he remembered that those people showed him some pictures of Feng's family.

He recalled those photos and repeatedly compared them with the photos in his hands. He always felt similar, but he couldn't tell.

Sweeping his gaze slowly, he stopped on a stain that covered about one-fifth of its size. Staring at this stain, Boss Sang's eyes gradually changed.

A thought suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Is there any secret hidden in the part covered by this stain?" No longer hesitated, he turned around and took out a bottle of potion on the shelf, and then dripped a few drops on the stain.

The potion is very corrosive. This is not a wise move, but it is the quickest way to verify it. Boss Sang is about to be tortured crazy by that strange dream. He just wants to get rid of it earlier.

Slowly, the potion began to take effect. He used his nails to buckle a little bit, not caring that the potion was corroding his fingers.

"Hurry up, hurry up..." He looked like a demon, his movements and expressions became more and more exaggerated, and if Luo He and others were present, he would be stopped immediately.

He is in the wrong state now, with red eyes and arched back, as if using all his strength on his fingers.

Under tremendous pressure, his nails shattered, but he didn't realize it at all.

After removing the stain completely, his fingers kept bleeding, Boss Sang tremblingly picked up the photo, "It's out, it's out!"

He rubbed his fuzzy eyes and looked intently. In the next second, the hair on his back sprang up, and a gloomy feeling instantly enveloped him.

"Why... how could this happen?!" He lost his voice while holding the photo.

Under the stain, there was a person, arched, with an old-fashioned camera standing in front of him, his right hand swaying slightly, as if he was commanding.

This person... is actually himself! !

He remembered it, he remembered all of it, this is what he looked like when he took pictures of Feng's family in Feng Mansion, but what made him even more frightened was that he suddenly realized a little bit.

This picture...who took it?

Obviously, he was only asked to take pictures at the time, and there was only one equipment. Who took this picture? Why do you want to shoot yourself?

But reality no longer allows him to think so much. I don't know when the temperature around him has quietly dropped a lot.

The icy feeling spread from the soles of the feet, and the blood vessels seemed to be covered with icy ballast.

"Oh."

An indescribable strange laughter exploded in my ears.

"Who?!" Boss Sang jumped up in fright, turned around and looked around, "Who is here?"

He could feel that besides him, there were people here, not only laughter, but he could even feel the spiteful gaze of the other person.

Where is it?

Where is the other party hiding?

His gaze swept across the room inch by inch. This darkroom was originally small, and there were only a few fixed places where people could hide.

No, nowhere...

Until... Boss Sang's peripheral light swept across the photo inadvertently, and his pupils first enlarged a little, and then suddenly shrank into a slit.

In the photo, the Feng family, who had been squinting, looked straight out of the photo, as if they could see themselves outside through the photo.

Their necks are weirdly twisted, this is definitely not a movement that a living person can make.

They are dead, all dead!

He watched the Feng family's face gradually become distorted in the photo, and gradually revealed a strange smiling face.

"Oh."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

But after he smashed away, without running a few steps, he stopped, staring at the scene in front of him, shaking uncontrollably.

He went back to the dark room~www.wuxiamtl.com~ before and after...they were all dark rooms, but in the middle was connected weirdly by a door, and he seemed to run into a mirror.

He collapsed to the ground helplessly, and the life-threatening photo was sent to him in a gust of wind.

"No, don't come here!" Boss Sang was crying, while kicking helplessly, his face was desperate, "Please, please let me go!"

Under the gaze that he was about to collapse, the self in the photo slowly turned around, with a strange and stiff smile on his face, pointed the camera at him and pressed the shutter.

A dazzling white light flashed, and everything returned to silence.

......

"What?!" Huai Yi said in surprise: "Boss Sang is dead?"

The headed police officer Hu Hu angrily laughed, "Don't pretend to be here, don't you know that he is dead?"

"What do you mean by this?" Chen Qiang asked.

"I'm asking you, where did you go just now?" asked the police officer.

"Photo studio, the one owned by Mr. Sang." Luo He's calm tone didn't conceal the slightest, "We just came out of there."

"That's not the case. Boss Sang died as soon as you left. Why do you think this is?" Police officer Luojihu held the stick in his hand and threatened.

"But we just went to him to understand the situation, there was no dispute, and we have no reason to kill him." Chen Qiang said after calming down.

"And when we left, Boss Sang was fine." Huai Yi immediately took over and said, "There must be some misunderstanding in this, or you can find out about the situation first, we are here, we can't get away."

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