Chapter 45 The Truth

Half an hour ago, after sending Luo He and his party away, Boss Sang turned and returned to the darkroom, but staring at the wall full of photos, he immediately regretted it.

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

Regarding his encounter, he still felt a sense of unreality. He would go to the mirror every once in a while to look at the handprint behind him.

As if in a certain 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 that the dream was over, everything would return to normal.

For a time, his mind was in chaos. 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, 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 listen, I'll do as they say." Boss Sang stopped thinking about destroying the photos. Instead, he stared at the photos, looking at them one by one, trying to find the Japanese.

He had a feeling that he had seen the Japanese before, and... he was in the photos, but why couldn't he find him?

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

It was taken when Master Feng celebrated his 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 one in his hand, feeling that something was similar, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

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

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

"Could there be a secret hidden in the part covered by this stain?" Without hesitation, he turned to the shelf and took out a bottle of potion, then dripped a few drops on the stain.

The potion was highly corrosive. This was not a wise move, but it was the fastest way to verify it. Boss Sang was 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 scrape it off little by little, not caring that the potion was also corroding his fingers.

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

His current state 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 shattered, but he didn't realize it at all.

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

He rubbed his blurry eyes and stared at it. 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 exclaimed, holding the photo.

Under the stain was a person, hunched over, with an old-fashioned camera standing in front of him, his right hand slightly moving, as if he was 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 terrified him even more was that he suddenly realized something.

Who took this picture?

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

But reality didn't allow him to think so much. At some point, the temperature around him had quietly dropped a lot.

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

"Giggle."

An indescribable, eerie laughter exploded in his ears.

"Who?!" Boss Sang was so frightened that he jumped up on the spot and turned around, looking around, "Who's 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?

His gaze swept across the room inch by inch. This darkroom was not big to begin with, and there were only a few fixed places where someone could hide.

No, there was no one anywhere...

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

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

Their necks were twisted strangely, which was definitely not a movement that a living person could make.

They were dead, all dead!

He watched helplessly as the faces of the Feng family members in the photo gradually became distorted and livid, gradually revealing a strange smiling face.

"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 the moment. Boss Sang directly smashed the door open.

But after smashing 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 again.

In front and behind... were all darkrooms, but a door was strangely connecting them in the middle. It was as if he had run into a mirror.

Helplessly collapsing on the ground, that life-threatening photo was sent to 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 a strange, stiff smile on his face, 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.

"The photo studio, Boss Sang's one." Luo He's calm tone didn't hide anything, "We just came out of there."

"Isn't that right? You just left, and Boss Sang died. Why do you think that is?" the bearded police officer threatened, holding the stick in his hand.

"But we just went to him to understand the situation, there was no argument, and we have no reason to kill him," Chen Qiang said calmly.

"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 the situation first? We'll be here, we can't run away."