Nodding, Jiang Cheng indicated that he understood what he meant, and then turned to look at Luo He, "What do you think of what happened in the Feng Family Mansion?"

"The Feng family members live in the foreign-style building. There are people behind every door, but they are all dead." Luo He said, "Just like him."

Luo He gestured with his eyes. It was obvious that he was talking about the same thing as the two people lying on the ground.

"All the Feng family members are dead?" Pi Ruan was startled, as if he was frightened by this idea.

"Probably not, the Feng family is so big, there should be a lot of people in it." The fat man echoed Pi Ruan and then looked at Jiang Cheng, "Besides, didn't Director Qiao say that if this continues, the Feng family will die?

Absolutely, which means there are still people alive in the Feng family."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng didn't react at all, but Fu Fu grinned and looked at the fat man up and down, "You don't have to listen to what they say, just treat them as farts."

It seemed that he didn't expect this cute girl to be so rude, and the fat man didn't know how to respond for a while.

But Fu Fu just said this and then let him go.

"You can come and take a look. I'll take some photos before leaving." Luo He's voice sounded at the right time.

He took out a mobile phone from his pocket, opened it, and pointed the screen at Jiang Cheng.

There is a photo on the phone.

It's Linghu Yong.

Everyone already knew how weird the photo was through Huaiyi's description, but it wasn't until they saw this photo that they realized they had underestimated it.

Linghu Yong, who was in a strange posture, seemed to be performing some kind of mysterious ritual. Except for the skin, almost every part of his body was full of weirdness.

That weird smiling face, and the dead grass pouring out from the wound.

I don't know if they were preconceived, but they couldn't see a trace of joy in Linghu Yong's smiling face. Instead, they were... full of fear and pain.

This makes people wonder, what exactly did he see at the last moment before his death?

Taking Luo He's cell phone, Jiang Cheng looked through the photos one by one.

There are about a dozen photos in it, and except for Linghu Yong, everyone else has a strange face.

There were young people in their 20s, middle-aged people in their 40s, and an old man with sunken eye sockets who could only stand with the aid of crutches.

Without exception, these people are all beautifully dressed.

And the condition is the same as Linghu Yong, except for the tattered skin, there is only the hay stuffed under the skin.

Stiff, sluggish, old-fashioned, gloomy... these words together are not enough to describe their weirdness.

Obviously, they are all from the Feng family, and the old man among them should be the real talker of the Feng family, Mr. Feng.

But looking at the situation now, Jiang Cheng's guess has come true.

The Feng family is dead.

Among them, Jiang Cheng paused for a moment in front of a photo. The photo showed a young man, about 30 years old.

Jiang Cheng had met this man a few days ago in the basement of the police station.

If I remember correctly, his name is Feng Delin, and he is the third son of Mr. Feng.

Now it seems that the entire Feng family is reunited underground.

Just when Jiang Cheng was thinking, a hand stretched out and held the phone as if to take it away.

Normally, this would definitely not be possible, but after seeing that hand, Jiang Cheng took the initiative to let go.

"Is there any problem?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head and looked at Lin Wan'er's profile.

Lin Wan'er lowered her head, her brows trembled slightly, then returned to normal, "We have seen these photos."

"Have you seen it? Where?" Zhao Xingguo stood up from the ground with red eyes, and his mood returned to normal.

Now he was the only one left. He had just checked that Linghu Yong was in the same state as Pandu, that of a living dead.

There is a heartbeat, but the body is cold and not breathing. No body spots have been found yet.

If the ghost is really related to the gods in the temple as Yoko said, then Linghu Yong Pandu is not completely dead, they are trapped in a dream.

In other words, as long as they are fast enough, they still have a chance to survive.

After staring at the screen for a moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to have thought of something, and lowered his voice and said, "It's that photo studio."

This sentence caused a stir among everyone. Fu Fu walked up with her eyes wide open. After a few glances, she restrained her cynical attitude. She turned back to look at Luo He and said as if to confirm: "It's true, it's really that."

Home photo studio style.”

Hearing this, the fat man suddenly said loudly: "By the way, do you still remember what we saw on the wall of that photo studio?"

"Photos of Asians!" Huaiyi said immediately.

It was because of those photos that they noticed the photo studio.

If Wu Dali hadn't happened to come out of the photo studio and interrupted their plan, they would have gone in and taught their boss a lesson.

There are several photos of Oriental people posted on the glass wall outside the photo studio.

It seems that the owner of the photo studio used to be very close to them.

The photo studio, these weird photos, the dead Feng family, the Japanese people, and even Wu Dali, the second dog of Wu who brought them here...several scattered clues suddenly converged.

Without further ado, everyone immediately started formulating the next action plan.

Jiang Cheng analyzed the current situation and glanced at everyone, "Currently, this ghost's killing method is through illusions and dreams. It can even change and invade our consciousness without alerting other people around the victim.

Know."

It is not difficult to infer that Linghu Yong and Pandu are not idiots and they will not leave without authorization.

In other words, they were all killed by ghosts in a relatively safe environment.

Especially Pandu, who died on his bed.

Based on the background of that song, Jiang Cheng can safely guess that they were most likely led into the dream by ghosts.

Then, he died in his dream.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and glanced out the window. Through the gap, it was still dark outside. "It's not completely bright yet. When it is completely bright, we will split up."

"I'm going to find Yoko to inquire about the temple. You go to the photo studio. No matter what, you must find the owner of the photo studio and ask about the origin of the photos." At this point, Jiang Cheng looked at Luo He.

"I'm afraid things won't go well with the photo studio owner. After all, the Japanese and us..." Huaiyi couldn't help but worry.

But before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Fu Fu. She sneered and glanced at Huai Yi, "You don't have to worry about this. As long as I find him, I have plenty of ways to make him talk."

His eyes crossed with Fu Fu's for a moment, and a feeling of fear suddenly surged in Huai Yi's heart. His slightly opened mouth closed again.

"What kind of information will Yoko have?" In Fatty's view, she is just an ordinary Oriental woman, and even her survival is a problem.
Chapter completed!