Looking at the twelve people in the house, they all ran out huh,

Fang Zheng first lowered his head and thoughtfully.

Then he followed.

But not long after, Fang Zheng followed the twelve people back. The wellhead collapsed and was buried by soil and rocks. The landslide was too serious and people could no longer rescue him.

I'm afraid it won't be able to dig an ancient well within ten days and half a month.

The fake foreigner in Ping Si's mouth was not rescued. He is now in no way or in no way. But even though he is still alive, he is probably already suffocated to death in the well.

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

At this moment, everyone was exhausted, everyone was covered in dust, with a look of fatigue, and everyone was depressed. Fang Zheng heard these people quarrel loudly, but he couldn't understand the dialect of these people. In the end, these people broke up in a bad mood and went back to bed to sleep.

But at this moment.

Li Fugui brought a strong, tough waterproof buffalo leather bag, with a little fearful look on his face and a little bit self-blame: "Brother Ping Si, this is the last relic left by a fake foreigner."

"I found this in his bag. Why don't we keep it as a thought and continue to be with us all. Fake foreigners like to take photos everywhere during their lifetime."

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

Fang Zheng was excited and the highlight was finally coming.

Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and awesome light flashed in his eyes. He held the ghost-headed knife tightly in his hand, then walked towards Li Fugui and looked at the photo frame.

He was curious about who was in this photo frame.

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

"Um?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Zheng saw that his expression was slightly stunned.

It's actually empty.

There is nothing in the frame.

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

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

Is this fake foreigner in this third photo frame?

wrong!

If the fake foreigner is the thirteenth person, that is, the person responsible for taking photos, the photo in the third photo frame should be another mysterious man with a mysterious back taken by the fake foreigner?

But Ping Si and Li Fugui all seemed to regard the people in this photo as photographers as fake foreigners. Why?

What's wrong?

If you want to admit the wrong person, it is impossible for both of you to admit the wrong person.

"Is it possible that someone secretly replaced the photo in the third photo frame later?

“But what does this mean?”

"It doesn't conform to normal logic at all."

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

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

A man's back... his head slightly deflected to the right... exactly the same as the shooting technique he saw before, but the person in this photo was actually the photographer's fake foreigner!

Wearing a 20th century European shirt, a small vest, with thick, greasy hair wax, black hair and yellow skin, she is also a genuine Asian.

No wonder Ping Si and Li Fugui have always been called fake foreigners. People in the past did not understand what Chinese overseas meant. When they saw these foreigners and those who were not foreigners were called fake foreigners.

In the photo, the fake foreigner stood facing a mirror in front of a photo, and there was a mirror behind the fake foreigner, which reflected his back. The fake foreigner happened to take pictures of his back through the mirror in front of him.

Fang Zheng thought, maybe this is the so-called artistic photo?

The artist's strong sense of style?

The artist's style is to follow the path that ordinary people cannot understand. The more normal people cannot understand, the higher the artistic value.

Anyway, as long as you can reflect your spiritual level, it is far beyond the vision of ordinary people. No matter whether it kills Mart or is it non-mainstream?

The fake foreigners seemed to be looking for the best shot. Their heads were slightly tilted to the left, and their hands were tilted at a certain angle one after another. When they refracted through the mirror, everything was exactly the opposite, so Fang Zheng thought it was a secret photo when he saw it at first.

Because I already have the subjective consciousness of secretly taking pictures, when I saw the man's head in the photo turn right slightly, I had the illusion that I thought it was the man in the photo who discovered the secretly taking pictures and turned his head to look at the secretly taking pictures behind me.

At the same time, due to the vision, the shooting time may be at night. In addition, it was a kerosene lamp in the past, and the light distance was limited, so the light was already dim and yellow, which caused the overall style of the photo to be Gothic, death, decadence, loneliness, darkness, and the back of the fake foreigner faintly merged with the surrounding darkness.

However, the dark style of the photo in front of me is not as strong as the photo in the third photo frame that Fang Zheng saw not long ago. Fang Zheng recalled carefully that perhaps the photo in the third photo frame also had the factors of moisture and mold, which coincided with the overall style of the photo, so he missed many details at the beginning.

Fang Zheng never thought that the truth was so simple, but it was so incredible.

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

This plot is a bit too dramatic.

But Fang Zheng quickly frowned again.

Since the person in the third photo was the thirteenth photographer, he thought of the strange scene he saw in the third photo frame not long ago, that is, the photographer finally died under the well buried in the place where the cicada was.

Become a ghost?

Then slaughtered twelve miners who were close by... no, eleven miners.

One person escaped.

"In other words, the next time is the time for the Haunted House Massacre?" Fang Zheng shook the hilt of the ghost head knife in his hand, with a hint of fierceness in his eyes.

He was not afraid.

Even looking forward to it.

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

He should deal with the ghost in front of him as soon as possible, so he could rush to the landslide ruins of the well buried in the landslide as soon as possible.

Perhaps some important clues about the curse on him were discovered.

After all, all this started with the well dug decades ago.

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

But what happened tonight has always made Li Fugui blame himself. He insisted that the man named Ping Si rest first, and he would let him watch the night, and he couldn't sleep for a while.

Seeing that Li Fugui insisted, Ping Si comforted Li Fugui a few words, and asked Li Fugui to pay attention to the kerosene lamp carefully, and then went back to the room to rest first.

For a moment, the wooden house fell into tranquility.

"Are you coming?"
Chapter completed!