Half an hour ago, after seeing Luo He and his group off, Boss Sang turned back to the darkroom, but after staring at the photos on the wall, he immediately regretted it.

"I should have kept those people here, even if it was just to keep me company for a while longer, to talk to me," Boss Sang muttered to himself, tightening his collar.

He still felt a sense of unreality about what had happened to him. Every so often, he would look in the mirror to see the handprint on his back.

As if at any moment, the handprint would disappear.

He even naively thought that if the handprint disappeared, wouldn't that mean that everything before was just a dream?

Now, the dream was over, and everything would return to normal.

His mind was in a mess for a moment. He decided to stop thinking and focus on the task at hand. He recalled Luo He and felt that this man was very reliable, giving him an indescribable sense of security.

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

"I will be obedient and do as they say." Boss Sang stopped thinking about destroying the photos. Instead, he stared at the photos, looking at each one, trying to find that Dongying (Japanese) person.

He had a feeling that he had met that Dongying person before, and... he was in the photo, but why couldn't he find him?

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, a photo fell to the position on his right hand, the one he had taken for the Feng family.

The one he took for Old Master Feng's birthday.

He had shown it to those people before.

And... he remembered that those people had also shown him some photos of the Feng family.

He recalled those photos, repeatedly comparing them with the photo in his hand, feeling that there was some similarity, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

His eyes slowly swept over the photo and stopped at a stain. The stain covered about one-fifth of the photo. Staring at the stain, Boss Sang's expression gradually changed.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Could this stain be hiding some secret?" Without hesitation, he turned and took a bottle of potion from the shelf, then dripped a few drops on the stain.

The potion was very corrosive. This was not a wise move, but it was the fastest way to verify. Boss Sang was almost driven crazy by that strange dream, and he just wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Slowly, the potion began to take effect. He used his fingernails to scratch at it, not caring that the potion was also corroding his fingers.

"Hurry up, faster..." He was like a demon, his movements and expressions becoming more and more exaggerated. If Luo He and the others were there, they would immediately stop him.

His condition was not right. His eyes were red, his back was hunched, as if he was putting all his strength into his fingers.

Under the immense pressure, his fingernails broke, but he didn't realize it at all.

After completely scraping off the stain, blood kept flowing from his fingers. Boss Sang trembled as he picked up the photo, "It's out, it's out!"

He rubbed his blurry eyes and looked intently. The next second, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a gloomy feeling instantly enveloped him.

"How... how could this be?!" He held the photo and exclaimed.

Under the stain was a person, crouching with an old-fashioned camera propped up in front of them, right hand slightly gesturing, as if directing.

This person... was actually himself!!

He remembered, he remembered everything. This was how he looked when he was taking pictures of the Feng family in the Feng mansion, but what frightened him even more was that he suddenly realized something.

Who took this photo?

He was the only one who was asked to take pictures at the time, and there was only one camera. Who took this photo? And why take a picture of himself?

But reality no longer allowed him to think so much. Without knowing when, the temperature around him had quietly dropped a lot.

An icy feeling spread from the soles of his feet, and his blood vessels seemed to be filled with ice.

"Giggle."

An indescribably eerie laugh rang in his ears.

"Who?!" Boss Sang was so frightened that he jumped up on the spot and turned around to look around, "Who is here?"

He could feel that there was someone else here besides him. Not just the laughter, he could even feel the other person's resentful gaze.

But where exactly?

Where was the other person hiding?

He scanned the room inch by inch. The darkroom was not big to begin with, and there were only a few fixed places where people could hide.

No, there was nothing anywhere...

Until... Boss Sang's eyes inadvertently swept over the photo, his pupils first widened a little, and then suddenly narrowed into a slit.

The Feng family members in the photo, who were originally looking askance, were now looking straight out of the photo, as if they could see him outside the photo.

Their necks were twisted in a bizarre way, an action that no living person could do.

They were dead, all dead!

He watched as the faces of the Feng family members in the photo gradually became distorted, turning livid, and gradually revealing an eerie smile.

"Giggle."

"Ah! Ah... Ah!!" Boss Sang screamed and ran out. The darkroom door, which had already been damaged by Fu Fu, was even more fragile at this moment. Boss Sang directly slammed the door open.

But after slamming it open, he stopped after running a few steps, staring at the scene in front of him, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He was back in the darkroom.

Before and after... were both darkrooms, but they were bizarrely connected by a door in the middle. It was as if he had run into a mirror.

Helplessly collapsing to the ground, the deadly photo was blown in front of him by a gust of wind.

"No, don't come over!" Boss Sang cried and kicked helplessly, his face full of despair, "Please, please let me go!"

Under his almost collapsing gaze, the figure in the photo slowly turned around, with an eerie, stiff smile, aimed the camera at him, and pressed the shutter.

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

......

"What?!" Huai Yi exclaimed, "Boss Sang is dead?"

The leading bearded police officer laughed angrily, "Stop pretending, don't you already know he's dead?"

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

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

"To the photo studio, Boss Sang's one." Luo He's calm tone did not conceal anything, "We just came out of there."

"That's it, you just left, and Boss Sang died. Why do you think that is?" the bearded police officer asked, waving the club in his hand threateningly.

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

"And when we left, Boss Sang was fine." Huai Yi immediately chimed in, "There must be some misunderstanding, why don't you go and find out what happened first? We'll be here, we can't run away."