Chapter 13 The Old Man?

"Old man?" Liu Quezi's eyes turned strange, though he had always given Jiang Cheng and the others a strange feeling.

"Yes." Jiang Cheng feigned mystery, "He was just squatting in the corner, about... about this far from me."

"Less than 10 meters. It was dark then, and there seemed to be a layer of mist in between, so I couldn't see clearly, but..." Jiang Cheng suddenly raised his head, "I heard him crying, a very suppressed kind of crying, and while crying, he was also saying something."

"Unfortunately, I was too scared at the time, and his voice was soft, so I didn't hear clearly."

"In the end, I saw him crying so pitifully, so I gritted my teeth and walked over, patted him on the shoulder, but I didn't expect... his body, his body!"

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but raise his voice, his expression becoming more vivid.

Fatty, Pi Ruan, and Huai Yi were all listening intently, staring at Liu Quezi, who was constantly swallowing, and suddenly felt that people are different.

Lin Wan'er, on the other hand, was very calm, even taking the time to glance out the window.

"His body actually became distorted, and then... then Master Feng, Master Feng turned his head like that, it was too scary. He grabbed my hand, and I struggled, struggled with all my might..."

"But his hand was like an iron pincer, and what was even more terrifying was that he shouted at me, said..." Jiang Cheng looked at Liu Quezi, his voice suddenly turning cold, "He said he was wronged, his whole family was wronged, and told me to get their skin back and return it to them!"

After hearing the doctor's fabricated story, not to mention Liu Quezi, even Fatty, who knew the doctor inside and out, felt a chill down his spine.

"And then?" Liu Quezi asked.

Jiang Cheng waved his hand, looking frightened, "Then nothing happened. I woke up in fright, and then, you came."

Hearing this, Liu Quezi paused for a few seconds before speaking, his hoarse voice ringing out: "You just said..." He looked at Jiang Cheng, "What do you mean by Master Feng?"

"Master Feng?" A hint of panic flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes, "Is...is there?"

Although the panic in his eyes was fleeting, it was obvious that it did not escape Liu Quezi's eyes, "Yes, that's what you said. You mentioned Master Feng."

"I don't remember," Jiang Cheng said.

"You..."

Liu Quezi was about to speak when Luo He, who was beside him, seized the opportunity and said in surprise, "How could Brother Jiang dream of Master Feng, and such a terrifying thing about wanting his own skin?"

"Could it be that Master Feng he..." Luo He turned to look at Liu Quezi, obviously having something inconvenient to say.

"The situation in the mansion is more complicated, and it's not convenient to tell you more about some things for the time being." Liu Quezi put on a businesslike face, glanced at them, and said, "This is also for your own good."

Hearing this, Fatty curled his lips. Every time the NPCs in the instance said it was for their own good, and that some situations were inconvenient to reveal, but the end result was either they were killed by ghosts, leading to the interruption of clues, or the NPCs themselves had problems, and their purpose was naturally to kill them.

Without wasting any more words with Liu Quezi, everyone left Feng Manor without even having breakfast there, and then stopped at a corner away from Feng Manor.

"Let's split up here. We'll go find Yangzi, and you go to the photo studio," Jiang Cheng said, addressing Luo He.

Among Luo He, Fu Fu, and Zhao Xingguo, Jiang Cheng felt that he was the most reliable.

Another important reason for letting Luo He go to the photo studio was that he took all the photos in the phone, and there might be some hidden clues in them.

And these scattered clues are likely to play an important role in the photo studio.

"I'll go with you," Lin Wan'er stepped out of the ranks and stood beside Luo He and Fu Fu very naturally. Her tone was calm, with no room for discussion.

As she approached, Luo He and Fu Fu also had a strange feeling on their faces, though it was fleeting.

"Okay, that's settled." Jiang Cheng turned and left with the rest of the group. Fatty looked back every step of the way, originally worried about Pi Ruan and Boss Lin.

But what he didn't expect was that, apart from Huai Yi and Chen Qiang, who seemed to be preoccupied, the rest of the people were seeing them off.

Boss Lin, Pi Ruan, Luo He, and that Fu Fu.

Among them, Luo He, Pi Ruan, and Fu Fu vaguely tended to gather together, while Boss Lin was a little further away from them.

Fatty suddenly had a strange feeling, as if... the relationship between the two groups was very subtle, as if there was an invisible line separating them.

Clearly defined.

As people on Jiang Cheng's side, Chen Qiang and Huai Yi naturally knew Lin Wan'er's importance, and maintained absolute respect and obedience to this beautiful and mysterious woman.

"Boss Lin, this is tangbao (soup dumplings), a local specialty. Take your time eating it," Huai Yi said, "Be careful, it's hot."

Huai Yi was on the left, and Chen Qiang was on the right. Chen Qiang glanced at Huai Yi's bootlicking behavior, feeling very disdainful deep down.

For a team, what is needed are valuable people, and in his opinion, Huai Yi's performance was not outstanding.

"I don't want to eat it," Lin Wan'er said, "Too greasy."

Hearing this, Chen Qiang's body trembled, and he immediately took out the sugar-roasted chestnuts that he had already peeled, and handed them over respectfully, "Miss Lin, have some chestnuts." He secretly glanced at Huai Yi, who had a resentful look on his face, and deliberately raised his voice, "Chestnuts relieve greasiness."

The group walked and stopped, Lin Wan'er didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, looking around along the way, which matched her temperament and this era very well.

Like a wealthy family's concubine.

Arriving at the photo studio in front of them, Pi Ruan suddenly "Hmm?" and then slowly brought his face closer.

Huai Yi noticed Pi Ruan's actions and also walked over.

Soon, everyone realized one thing: the photos pasted on the glass of the photo studio... were gone.

Actually, it wasn't that they were gone, but that they had been replaced. The photos of the Japanese that were previously hidden in inconspicuous places were all gone.

They had seen them yesterday, so it was obvious that they had been replaced.

Pushing the door open, the group walked in.

The photo studio didn't look big from the outside, but when you actually walked in, you realized that there was more to it than met the eye. The entrance was a relatively large room, with a sofa placed in a slightly off-center position.

The sofa was very old, and the armrests were damaged, as if they had been scavenged from somewhere.

A kerosene lamp was placed on the small table in front of the sofa. The lighting in the room was not very good, so this remaining source of light seemed precious.

After temporarily confirming that it was safe, Luo He turned around and began to check the photos posted on the glass door.

He touched the glass with his hand, and after a moment, he straightened up and said in a certain tone, "They were just replaced, there's still glue residue on them."

They had just found this clue yesterday, and today the photos were replaced. No matter how they thought about it, there was something fishy about it.

They turned their attention to another direction, which was darker. Looking at it with their eyes, it seemed to be separated by something, but they could vaguely hear sounds coming from it.

It seemed... to be a darkroom.