Here Lies The Wicked

Chapter 162 The Thirteenth Person

Looking at the twelve people in the room, they all rushed out.

Fang Zheng lowered his head and thought.

Then he followed.

But not long after, Fang Zheng followed the twelve people back. The well collapsed, and the whole place was buried by earth and rocks. The landslide was too serious to be rescued.

I'm afraid it hasn't been ten and a half days and I can't dig an ancient well.

The fake foreigner that Ping Si was talking about was not rescued. Now, no one was alive or dead, but even if he was still alive, he was probably suffocated to death under the well.

After all this, it was already late at night.

At this moment, everyone was exhausted, everyone was disheartened, looking tired, and everyone was depressed. Fang Zheng heard these people arguing loudly, but he couldn't understand their dialect. In the end, these people broke up and went back to bed.

But just then.

Li Fugui took a sturdy, tough waterproof leather bag and looked at Ping Si with fear and remorse, "Brother Ping Si, this is the last remnant of the fake westerners."

"I found this in his bag. Why don't we leave it here for a thought and continue to be with all of us. Fake westerners liked to take pictures everywhere when they were alive."

Li Fugui was holding a photo frame.

Fang Zheng perked up and the main event was finally coming.

Fang Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an awe-inspiring light flashing in his eyes. He held the Ghost head knife tightly in his hand, then approached Li Fugui and looked at the frame.

He wondered who was in the frame.

Is it the third frame that hasn't been hung on the wooden wall, the man with the mysterious back?

"Hmm?"

However, when Fang Zheng saw this, his face was slightly stunned.

It was empty.

There was nothing in the frame.

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

Fang Zheng's pupils shrank at the sight.

The person in the third frame... Could it be this fake foreigner?

No!

If the fake foreigner was the thirteenth person, the person in charge of taking photos, and the photo in the third frame, it should be another mysterious back man that the fake foreigner secretly took photos of?

But Ping Si and Li Fugui both seemed to regard the person in this photo as a photographer and a fake foreigner. Why?

What's wrong?

If we were to say that we were mistaken, it was impossible for both of us to be mistaken.

"Did someone secretly replace the photos in the third frame later?

"But what does that mean?"

"It's not logical at all."

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

At this moment, Fang Zheng finally saw the photo in the frame.

A man's back... His head tilted slightly to the right... It was the same shooting technique as he had seen before, but the person in this photo was actually the fake foreigner!

He was wearing a 20th century european shirt, a small vest, thick, greasy hair wax, black hair, yellow skin, but he was also an asian.

No wonder Ping Si and Li Fugui had always been called fake foreigners. In the past, people did not know what they meant by chinese nationals. When they saw these foreigners, those who were neither foreign nor medium were all called fake foreigners.

In the photo, the fake foreigner held a camera and stood facing a mirror. Behind the fake foreigner, there was a mirror that reflected his back. The fake foreigner happened to get a picture of his back through the mirror in front of him.

Fang Zheng thought, this might be the so-called art photo?

An artist's strong aura?

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

In any case, as long as it can reflect their own level of spiritual state, far beyond the vision of ordinary people, it can be, who cares if it is killing matt? Or non-mainstream?

The fake foreigner seemed to be looking for the best shot. His head tilted slightly to the left, and his hands were tilted at the same angle one after another. Through the reflection of the mirror, everything was exactly the opposite, so when Fang Zheng first saw it, he thought it was a stolen photo.

Because there was already a subjective awareness of the candid shot, when the man in the photo turned his head slightly to the right, he had the illusion that the man in the photo had discovered the candid shot and turned his head to look at the candid shot behind him.

At the same time, because of the line of sight, the shooting time was probably at night. In addition, it was a kerosene lamp in the past, and the lighting distance was limited. The light was dim and yellow, which caused the overall style of the photo to be gothic death, decadence, loneliness and darkness.

However, the dark style of the photo in front of him was not as thick as the photo in the third frame that Fang Zheng saw not long ago. Fang Zheng carefully recalled that perhaps the third frame of the photo also had a damp and moldy factor, which coincided with the overall style of the photo, so he left out many details at the beginning.

Fang Zheng did not expect the truth to be so simple, but so incredible.

The man in the third frame was the photographer he had been looking for.

The plot was a little too dramatic.

But Fang Zheng quickly frowned again.

Since the person in the third photo was the photographer of the thirteenth person, he thought of the strange picture he saw in the third frame not long ago, that is, the photographer died under the well burial in the underworld.

Become a ghost?

Then they massacred the 12 miners who were close by... No, eleven miners.

One of them escaped.

"In other words, it's time for the haunted house massacre?" Fang Zheng shook the Ghost head knife hilt in his hand, his eyes showing a hint of malice.

He was not afraid.

He was even looking forward to it.

He was already a little impatient, and he had long wanted to kill the ghost that had been hiding, so as to end the hide-and-seek in front of him as soon as possible.

Get rid of the ghosts in front of him as soon as possible so that he can rush over to the ruins of the collapsed well for inspection.

Perhaps he could find some important clues about his curse.

After all, it all started with the well burial that was dug out decades ago.

Just then, after Ping Si and Li Fugui cleaned up the remains of the fake foreigner, Ping Si asked Li Fugui to go back to rest, and he would watch the rest of the night.

But what happened tonight had always made Li Fugui feel guilty. He insisted that the man named Ping Si rest first and let him watch the night. He couldn't sleep for a while.

Ping Si saw that Li Fugui insisted, so he comforted Li Fugui a few words, let Li Fugui pay attention to the kerosene lamp, and then went back to his room to rest.

For a moment, the cabin fell into silence.

"Are you coming?"

Fang Zheng raised his knife.

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