Here Lies The Wicked

“Excuse me, is anyone there? ”

The voice panicked, anxious, as if it were really just a stray lamb.

The rectitude of the moment, wandering a person, helpless, anxiety panicked to perfection, the Academy of Drama did not accept him is simply intolerable.

However, the people in the cabin were still noisy, noisy, and the noise was filled with incomprehensible dialects, and no one came out to open the door.

As if it was because the house was too noisy and unresolved.

“Nobody squeaks? ”

“So nobody? ”

Dodo!

She spoke to herself first, then tried to knock the door gently up front, squeaking... How did she know that the wood door didn't have a door plug and was pushed open by her fingers gently, as this gently pushed open narrow door seam, the bright light in the room was squeezed by the door seam, deformed, slightly leaked out an elongated light.

But when this light shines over the human skin, it's only cold and cold, as if the room is turning on a high-powered refrigerated air conditioner with no temperature, only ghostly cold.

At this time, the house is still full of noise.

It's as if no one still hears knocking, loud noises, even the collision of bottles, and the chewing of biting meat.

The light leaking behind the door stitches did not see many people moving back and forth and the shadow of the cup changing flashes. I heard a lot of people walking in the footsteps, but I didn't see the light flashing.

“Well, since nobody's here, I'll leave you alone. ”

“Bye. ”

“Under our criminal law, anyone who breaks into a home without authorization shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not more than three years or detention for 15 days. ”

Fang Zheng actually turned around and walked. The cabin behind him was still making noise.

But a few seconds later!

Boom!

The wooden door slammed open, and the violence came out loudly. It was kicked from the outside. In a moment, the noise heard before was boiling, and the door slammed open and stopped. It disappeared.

The original bottle collision sound, the loud mouth eating meat, the chair moving stinging rubbing, all the back and forth footsteps also disappeared.

Even the light in the room went out, and instantly the darkness couldn't see the five fingers.

As if the calm lake had been disturbed, the moment was due to the strange silence and death.

It's Fang Zheng, it's him who came back!

At this moment, he is still in the position of kicking a foot in the door, with one leg supported, his right foot kicked straight in the air, and a brazen head knife in his hand.

“Kind of funny. ”

Drop your right foot and slowly walk into the cabin with a ghost knife in your hand and a flashlight on your phone.

In fact, he had noticed this strange appearance in the wooden house of the old forest in the deep mountains from the beginning, without any anger at all.

But in the night, the voices are boiling.

Squeaks... Squeaks... with a flashlight on, walking straight into the wooden house, stepping on the wooden board, making the unique squeak and groan of the wood, boom!

The wooden door behind you seems to be automatically closed by the wind.

As Fang turned back and looked at his eyes, the sharp flashlight pointed behind the door. There was no white woman or chainsaw killer hiding the beard as in the general horror movie scene.

It's just a normal emptiness.

Turning back, the layout of the cabin is simple, as if it were just a temporary resting place. The white-wielding pungent flashlight, which appears to be illuminating some mirrored reflection, approached, turns out to be a wooden wall with several photo frames.

One, two, three, three photo frames.

Photo frames are already dusty.

In the first frame on the left hand side, this is a black and white photograph from the '60s and' 70s. There are 11 people wearing worker clothes that are very characteristic of the 60s and '70s.

It's just that half of the photographs have become moldy, with black, green and green mold spots that cover the upper half of the eleven people, and the outside world can no longer identify them.

These people, however, seem to be miners.

Because we're seeing a lot of excavation equipment behind these people's backgrounds.

But there is also the possibility that you are not a miner, and the presence of excavation equipment does not necessarily mean that you are mining stones or ore...

What else could it be digging for?

The second photograph, also black and white from the '60s and' 70s, shows only one person, taller and stronger than the previous eleven, and appears to be a captain or foreman or something. Again, the photo is mouldy from the moisture and can't see the face.

“Looks like this cabin should be the resting place for these miners.” Square's mind speculated.

And then there's the third frame, and then there's the last one.

When you look at this picture, it's more interesting, the weirdest of the three.

The photograph is also black and white monochrome and captures only one man's shadow, but it is surrounded by dark, intense black, depressing and suffocating dark black, as if it were surrounded by a dark mist, so that at first some of the men's shadows and dark lines could not be seen, as if the men's shadows were merging with the darkness around them.

It seemed that the shooter was sneaking and the lens was slightly skewed, while the man in the photo also seemed to have spotted the sneaker, and a slight right turn of his head was about to look behind him, which happened to be captured by the lens.

When looking at the dark-backed man in the photograph, he was surprised, not knowing if it was a frame angle problem, or if the shooting angle of the sneaker happened to capture the weirdest angle, the slight turning of the man in the photograph gave him a real sense of shot… Sadako was going to crawl out of the movie.

When he looked at the photograph, it seemed like he was the sneaker.

The man in the picture found him and was about to turn around and look at him.

But the picture is always set at this moment.

Never...

Fang Zheng doesn't know if the sneaker was discovered at the end. If so, what will the end result be?

However, from the three photographs in front of me, it seems that they were all taken by the same person. The shooter took photographs of both the eleven miners and the suspected captain of the miners, and ended up working part-time as a shooter.

I'm looking back at the other two photos.

Think about it.

A dozen noises? A dialect you don't understand?

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but it matches the number of people in the photo.

These people in the photo seem to be familiar with the photographer, otherwise they won't be asked to photograph them.

There are photographs of miners.

There's a photo of the captain of the miner.

“Now that you are familiar with people who may have lived with these miners for a long time, the question arises… are there only one person missing from these photographs, with photographs taken by the miners alone, with photographs taken by the captain of the miners alone and with mysterious men? ”

“Only the one who took the picture? ”

“The photographer, if he was familiar with these miners, why didn't his picture show up in this cabin for them to rest in? Where did the photographer end up? ”