Here Lies The Wicked

Look at the twelve people in the house, they're all yelling and running out.

Fang first lowered his head and thought,

Then he followed.

It wasn't long before Fang followed the twelve people back. The wellhead collapsed and the whole place was buried with earth stone. The collapse was too serious to save people.

I'm afraid we won't be able to dig a well for ten and a half days.

Even if the foreigner was still alive, he was presumably bored to death downhole.

After such a torment, it's already the second half of the night.

At this moment, everyone is exhausted, everyone is gray-headed and tired, and everyone is depressed. Fang heard these people arguing loudly, but he did not understand the dialect of these people. Finally, these people broke up and went back to bed.

But this is the moment.

Li Fugui brought a high-end buffalo leather bag with some fear and some self-reproach to Ping Quan: “Ping Si, this is the last relic left behind by a fake foreigner. ”

“I found this in his bag, so why don't we just leave it as a thought and pretend that foreigners like to take pictures everywhere. ”

Li Fugui has it in his hand. Hercules is a photo frame.

Once the spirit of Fang Zheng is vibrated, the headlines are finally coming.

Fang Zheng's eyes slightly squinted, his eyes glistened, his hands held the ghost knife, then approached Li Fugui, and the probe looked at the frame.

He wondered who was in the frame.

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

“Hmm?”

I don't know, Fang Zheng looked at this, his face slightly stunned.

It's empty.

There's nothing in the frame.

Just as Fang was stunned, Li Fugui had taken a photo and handed it to the man named Pingsi along with the photo frame.

“This is the only picture left by a fake foreigner.” Li Fugui said with some sadness.

Look at the scene in front of you and squared your pupils.

The person in this third frame… is this the fake foreigner?

No, it's not!

If the foreigner is the thirteenth person, the person in charge of the photograph, the photograph in the third frame should be another mysterious man who was secretly taken by the foreigner?

Keping Si and Li Fugui all seem to consider the people in this photograph to be photographers fake foreigners, why?

What the hell is wrong with you?

You have to admit the wrong person, but you can't both be wrong.

“Has someone secretly replaced the photo in the third frame?

“But what does that mean? ”

“Normal logic does not apply at all. ”

He saw that Pingsi had filled the photo into the frame. At this time, Li Fugui was also next to the two frame of the wooden wall. He nailed a nail, and saw Pingsi hang the frame on the nail.

At this point, we finally saw the photos in the frame.

A man's back... his head slightly deflects to the right... exactly the same way he saw the shooting before, but the person in this photograph is actually the photographer fake foreigner!

Wearing European 20th century shirts, vests, greasy hair waxes, like a European gentleman, dark hair, yellow skin, yet another authentic Asian.

No wonder Ping Si and Li Fugui have been called fake foreigners. People in the past did not understand what Chinese diaspora meant. When they saw these foreigners, they were all called fake foreigners.

In the photograph, the fake foreigner held the camera and stood facing a mirror, while behind the fake foreigner there was a mirror, illuminating his back. Fake foreigners shoot themselves in the back through the mirror in front of them.

I wonder, could this be what you call art photography?

The artist's intense, forceful aura?

The artist's compulsion is to follow paths that ordinary people do not understand. The more normal people do not understand, the higher the artistic value.

Anyway, as long as it reflects its spiritual hierarchy, far beyond the sight of ordinary people, whether it kills Matt or not? Or is it not mainstream?

The foreigner seemed to be looking for the best lens, his head tilted slightly to the left, his hands tilted at the same angle successively, and by refracting through the mirror, everything was the opposite, so when he first saw it, he thought it was a photograph.

Because there was already a subjective sense of stealth in the photograph, when you first saw the man's head turn slightly to the right in the photograph, you had the illusion that it was the man in the photograph who found the sneaker, and the side was going to look behind the sneaker.

At the same time, due to the light, the time of the shooting may have been at night, resulting in a Gothic death, depravity, loneliness, and darkness in the overall style of the photograph. The shadow of a fake foreigner merges with the darkness around him.

However, the dark style of the photo in front of you is not as intense as the third photo frame you saw a while ago. Fang carefully recalled that perhaps the photo in the third frame also suffered from moisture and mold, which coincided with the overall style of the photo, so he missed some details at the beginning.

The truth is so simple, but so unexpected.

The man in the third frame is actually the photographer he's been looking for.

The plot is inevitably a little too dramatic.

But the square quickly frowned again.

Since the person in the third photograph, the photographer of the thirteenth, he thought of the strange images he had seen in the third photograph frame some time earlier, that is, the photographer ended up dead at the bottom of a well in Juyin Land.

A ghost?

Then slaughtered 12 miners close by… No, 11 miners.

A man escaped.

“So, what's next, the Haunted House massacre?” Fang shook the handle of the ghost knife in the shake of his hand and revealed a slight malice.

He was not afraid or even looking forward to it.

He was a little impatient. He wanted to chop this ghost off with a knife, so that he could end the hiding in front of him as soon as possible.

Get rid of the ghost in front of him as soon as possible, so he can rush to see the burial ruins of the landslide in the past.

Perhaps you can find some important clues about the curse on him.

After all, these memories begin with that well that was dug up decades ago.

At this time, Ping Si and Li Fugui packed up the relics of the fake foreigner, Ping Si let Li Fugui go back to rest, and he will guard the night in the second half.

But tonight, Li Fugui has always made himself blame. He insisted that the man named Pingsi rest first, so he would guard the night, and he couldn't sleep for a while.

Ping Si saw Li Fugui insist, so he comforted Li Fugui a few words, told Li Fugui to pay careful attention to the kerosene lamp, then went back to his room to rest.

For a while, the cabin was trapped in silence, only the kerosene lamps burned from time to time.

“Don't you have a grudge? ”

“Are you unwilling to die? ”

“There's no one left. ”

“Come on, let me see, what a shady place, what a ghost! ”

The square eyes were exposed to cold light, and suddenly burst into a third frame with one knife.