Here Lies The Wicked

“Where did the photographer end up? ”

Fair and square.

He didn't think that the photographer was one of the eleven miners, or the captain.

You know, in the '60s and' 70s, cameras were absolutely rare.

Workers were paid just over a dozen yuan a month in those years, and even Level 8 technicians with Pyramid talent at the national strategic level were paid $100 a month. It's about spending a bottle of Coca-Cola money. In a time of material deprivation, you can buy several kilos of pork, enough to feed ordinary people for a few days. It's a luxury beverage in the trenches that only rich generations can afford.

So in this context, cameras are not something that ordinary workers can afford, nor are they rich people toys that ordinary workers can play with.

But none of these photos are taken by professional means.

Is it professional or amateur, at a glance?

This is the difference between having a girlfriend take a photo and a boyfriend take a photo. What wide-angle lens, backlit lens, eyes at 13 of the frame of view, don't leave too much space under your feet, turn one meter and five seconds into one meter and seven long legs... Ask how many of your fellow men will know this?

My boyfriend would say, isn't it just a photo shoot, impatient and casual, nah, one meter seven long legs girlfriend second turn one meter five short winter melons.

Looks pretty cute.

Instead of taking pictures as a girlfriend... first take five or six minutes to find the best shot, then take a dozen screenings at once, and finally open a beautiful phone, look at people, this is called a professional.

Look at these pictures on the wall, they're all professional.

So the possibility of the captain taking a photo of the rest of the team first, and then one of the people in the photo taking another photo for the captain alone, was also ruled out.

Next, we're going to search the whole cabin again.

But nothing was found.

So, Fang has always hated it, this kind of thing that requires brainwork.

If you need to brainstorm, it means a lot of trouble.

Simple and rough, everyone opens the door to see the mountain, open the door is reckless, which saves both time and energy, how good it is for everyone.

What hiding place,

Hiding.

It's just a waste of time.

Then, Fangzheng came back to the eleven people on the wall, twisted their eyebrows and revealed their eyes.

To put it the most problematic, it should still belong to this eleven person picture.

However, just as Fang focused on watching the eleven people together, his acute five senses caught him hidden with a cold gaze, staring at him without a blink.

There are warning signs, but there is nothing around, everything is calm.

Turn around and look behind you. There's no headless ghost standing behind you.

Looking up at the ceiling, there was no such thing as hiding a dead man on the beam, staring at him straight at him without meditation.

Look down under your feet, and there's no suddenly an extra bloody head.

……

In short, none of the horror scenarios that come to mind have appeared.

The only thing in the cabin is the quiet, smelly needle, and the tidal darkness that devours the cabin.

The white-wielding pungent flashlight, illuminated at one time in the cabin, was just an abandoned cabin, where everything was obvious and not even a body could be hidden.

“Why don't you just burn a fire and burn everything?” The party has gradually lost patience.

Like this mindless hide-and-seek, he's already bored.

Nothing that can be resolved by violence.

With the brain or whatever the trouble is.

He himself is here to investigate this cabin and if there are any important clues that could help him lift the curse. If you can't find a clue, the thread burns out.

Like the other two cabins, a fire burned to ruins.

Don't let anyone get in here in the future.

Just as the party was about to do it, the feeling of cold gaze in the dark was still there. At this moment, the flashlight of the phone spreads through the white light, inadvertently illuminating the third photo frame, suddenly, gazing straight at each other!

The man in the photograph, who remembered very clearly, was supposed to turn his head slightly to the right, but at this moment, the man in the photograph turned his head slightly to the left.

Turn your head to the left, which is exactly where you stand in the eleven person photo frame. From left to right, the three frames are arranged as eleven photographs, captain's photographs, and sneak photographs. The frame behind the mysterious man's shadow is just on the far right, and he is looking straight from right to left.

Fang glanced slightly, suddenly he raised the ghost knife and chopped it to that strange photograph.

Yet this is the moment!

The bright light suddenly brightened, causing Fang's eyes to squint uncomfortably, clock cover!

Without hesitation, the breath in the body changed. The cicada membrane instantly swelled and hardened into a Rugu Temple Hong Zhong. The body was golden and brilliant, covering the entire body, such as Ruohan plated with a layer of gold, which directly opened the strongest defense.

But the imaginary sneak attack did not happen, which caused Fang to have some surprises. On the contrary, at this time, there was suddenly a lot of noise in his ear. Fang was surprised by these noises, which he had previously heard outside the house.

The discomfort in his eyes had recovered almost instantly, and he was standing in the middle of a crowd.

“Hmm?”

“Here is…”

Fang was suddenly shocked and looked around.

At this time, they were dressed in workers' clothes, apparently just after a busy day, covered in thick lime, with some oil stains on their faces and hands.

A busy day makes these people especially cherish the moment of relaxation in front of them, the collision of white wine bottles, the change of shower cup of iron in the '60s and' 70s, just a few dishes of vegetables that are not recognized by the square, and a few flavors of wild, there are laughing bites to eat and drink, laughing.

There is no difference between what you see in front of you and the leisure time after a busy working day.

Fang Zheng also finally saw the five officials who had not seen them in the photograph.

Everyone always had a simple, bright smile on their face, which was the character characteristic of that era.

At this moment, on that incredibly large log table, a kerosene lamp is burning desperately for the rest of its life, illuminating this little place.

Outside the window, it's black.

Dim, no light, only the blurry shadow of the mountain forest in the distance, if hidden, like a head eating human giant beast still, greed spying on the fresh life in the cabin.

“Was it a memory that happened here? ”

It seems that no one in the house can see him, or treat him as one of them, and no one has noticed his anomaly.

“One, two, three...”

“Eleven people. ”

“The number is exactly the eleven miners in the picture. ”

At this point, it has been noticed that three photo frames are hanging over the wooden wall, the leftmost of which is indeed a photograph of the eleven people in front of them.

“No, not eleven, twelve! ”

Looking straight at the door, at this moment, another figure appeared outside the door...