Otherworldly Merchant

Chapter 193: Murder Photographs

Wang Tesuke wants to invite us to dinner. Cold excuses are too tired to refuse. Wang Tae-suk dared not say it again, but he sent us back to his room very gently, so he left.

After he went away, I began to teach him to be cold and frosty: "You're doing it wrong. Look how deeply you broke the heart of that innocent young man. Careful, people are too cold to get married. ”

Cold glanced at me as if, "Do you have time to worry about other people and wonder what's so strange about this camera? ”

She said as she stuffed the camera in my hand.

Cameras are heavy and still spotless for some years, like new ones. I went back to my room and studied it for half a day, and I didn't see anything unusual, and finally I took out the film and decided to rinse it, and maybe something would come up in the photo.

When I said dry, I got up and changed and went out, and it was freezing and I was in the shower, and the sunglasses man ignored me. In the end, I had to leave alone.

Now that mobile phones and digital cameras are popular and very few people flush photos, the photo galleries and photo flushing rooms that have been visible all over the former streets have disappeared. I walked a long time, wasting a lot of effort to find a place to flush photos in a remote street.

The boss is also old, skinny, and wears a pair of glasses.

He spent half a day researching the film again and again, and I thought he was watching to see if he could flush it, and he looked up in vain and asked, "Where did you get this film? ”

I was stunned by him and instinctively asked, “Why? Is there something wrong? ”

“That's not true!” The boss shook his head: “It's just that I've never seen this film before, and it looks like something very old. ”

So this is why I handled it casually: “This is a vintage film I bought online. It's nostalgic. ”

“So that's it!” The boss suddenly realized: “Now that we have everything online, we are really behind schedule.” He received the money and wrote me a receipt with a clear indication of what time to take the photo.

I repeatedly stated that it was urgent, and he just nodded: “If it was urgent, it had to be sequential, and every step of the process could not go wrong. ”

I had no choice but to leave.

I went back to the hotel and asked her why I had gone, and I told her about the photo wash. Cold as frost laughed: “I thought of this when I was in the shower. I didn't expect you to grab it in front of me. It's the famous Zhang Dazhang cabinet! ”

“Come on! Hurry up and eat, I'm starving.” I replied.

After eating the meal, it was cold and frosty and he said to me, “What about the camera? Do you want to put it in my room? ”

We don't know much about this shady thing yet, and I know she's worried about me. But I haven't been a whitewasher over the years, and I've had a lot of experience dealing with this kind of emergency, so I waved slightly: "No, just leave it in my room, just let me see what it's capable of. ”

I thought the cold frost would keep me, and who knew she'd listen to me, she nodded immediately: “Well, I think that's the safest thing to do. If you'd just agreed to put the camera in my room, I'd have thought you were scared, especially bad! ”

Woman today, it's getting harder and harder to serve.

I whispered to her to show my inner dissatisfaction, and then I walked into the room without going back.

The camera was still on the table steadily, nothing unusual.

I took a bath and jumped straight into a soft bed. Sleep well overnight and wake up the next morning, the camera is still there and the tattoo hasn't moved.

Is this guy really a cunt? How come there's no abnormality? Could it be a cold golden compass? I'm beginning to wonder.

When I told her about this suspicion, she got the contempt of her nose, and she took the camera: “I have a bold hypothesis. ”

“What hypothesis?” I asked curiously.

Cold as a frost, he measured the camera: "Has anyone else ever taken a picture with this camera? It's safe in our hands because we haven't taken a picture at all. ”

That's possible!

I patted my frosty shoulder: “It's good, it's really moving fast with me! ”

Cold snorted: “Come on, it's good if you don't learn to be bad. ”

We're all studying cameras in hotels this day, and it's really hard to think of anything other than the possibilities presented by the cold.

Wang Tesuke called at noon to invite us to lunch and was pushed away by the cold again. She was gathering in front of the computer to look at the post, and the haunted house was quite famous, and many people on the Internet described it in exaggerated words, attracting a lot of dead college students to explore.

The next day, I went to pick up the photos on time with Cold Frost and Sunglasses. The boss apologized when he gave them to me: “I don't know if the film took too long or if it was washed in the wrong way, the photos didn't work very well.” He even insisted on giving me my money back.

Money, of course, was not needed, and I took the photo and the cold frost, the sunglasses, and the man went out to look for a corner and I couldn't wait to open it.

There are not so many pictures, there are more than twenty in total. Each photo was blurred, not knowing if the focal length was not adjusted or for any other reason, and everyone's face in the photo seemed to be covered in grey mist. Though they can't see their faces clearly, judging by the clothes on them, it should have been some years since the photo was taken.

Although the characters in each photograph are different, it's quite a coincidence that their backgrounds are in that dark haunted house, and it looks like they all found the camera there and took pictures to keep in mind!

In the last photo, four students blurred their scissors at the photo and were very happy to see it, while only one blurred figure bent over in the corner.

Cold as a frost pointed at this photo: “This bent person should be Lin Li, she was lucky to survive not because of what she called a amulet, but because the cross saved her, but because she wasn't taken at all. ”

By listening to her, the disguise confirms that all of our earlier inferences were correct.

The scariest thing in the haunted house is not the ghost, but this killer camera!