Although Boss Sang is scared, he also knows that the situation is stronger than the people. He has a feeling in the dark that the people in front of him are more difficult than the people who beat him before.

"Huh -" Boss Sang sighed, then stood up, "Come with me, it's not safe here."

Everyone understood that he was worried that after taking out the photos of the Japanese people, the people who beat him would come to his door, and the consequences could be imagined.

A group of people followed Boss Sang into the darkroom. The darkroom door was small, but the space inside was larger than expected.

The room was long and narrow, separated by a black curtain in the middle. There was a pool-like container outside. It was not big, just like a household wash basin.

There was a liquid inside, like some kind of potion, and there was a strange smell in the air.

Boss Sang stretched out his hand and opened the middle curtain.

There was a cubicle inside, but to everyone's surprise, the walls of the cubicle were covered with photos.

And...they are all photos of Oriental people!

The moment she discovered this situation, Fu Fu restrained Boss Sang, and veins popped out on her white palms.

She pinched Boss Sang's throat and looked around carefully. If there was any abnormal movement, she would kill him first without hesitation.

If, according to what Boss Sang said, these photos of Japanese people caused him trouble, then it would be fine if he did not destroy the photos. But he still dared to display them in his room. Did he want to die?

In other words...this is simply an ambush.

"Don't... don't do this!" Boss Sang begged loudly, obviously frightened, "I have no other intention, I posted the photo just to verify one thing!"

"What's the matter?" Huaiyi asked fiercely.

Under the signal from Luo He's eyes, Fu Fu reluctantly let go of her hand.

"Cough...cough..." Boss Sang covered his neck and coughed violently, as if he was almost suffocated to death. He looked at Fu Fu with fear in his eyes.

This girl looked very cute, but I didn't expect that her hands were so strong, and that as an adult, she didn't have the strength to fight back.

Boss Sang pursed his lips, and after a long while, he raised his head, stared at everyone with a very serious look, and asked in a low voice: "Do you... believe that such a thing can happen? I mean...

..."

"Is it a ghost?" Fu Fu interrupted impatiently, "I believe it, we all believe it, just say it."

Most of the feeling that Boss Sang had finally brewed up was wiped out at once, but he still had to bite the bullet and said: "I...I had a dream, just yesterday."

"Dream?"

As soon as they heard the word "dream", everyone's attitude changed. According to speculation, Pan Duling and Hu Yong were trapped in a strange dream.

Lin Waner asked calmly: "What kind of dream?"

Boss Sang pulled out a very short wooden stool from the corner and sat on it, as if he was lost in memories, "I don't know if I should describe it as a dream, because this dream... is very real and real.

It doesn’t seem like a dream.”

"And... and I also doubted this problem in my dream, but..." He raised his head, his eyes full of doubts and confusion, "But I can't find this dream.

The loopholes, it's so real, I can smell the earth, the dew, and even the touch!" Boss Sang's breathing became rapid.

"Don't be afraid, just speak slowly." Luo He said, his voice seemed to have a magical power that could confuse people, and Boss Sang actually calmed down.

"Let's start from the beginning. Yesterday, those people came to my door. They smashed my equipment and said that I colluded with the Japanese and was a traitor. I just thought that I couldn't keep the photos of those Japanese people, otherwise I might be accused in the future.

What trouble did you cause?"

"So I purposely didn't go home last night, so I stayed in the photo studio. When I got sleepy, I lay down on the table and fell asleep for a while. When I woke up, it was already dark and it was quiet outside."

"In the dead of night, I started to find all the photos left by the Japanese people here, and then took out the potion prepared in advance."

"This potion is very easy to use for destroying photos. It works very quickly, and then I threw all the photos in."

"After calculating the time, I will go do other things. When the time is almost up, I will come back to see how the photos have been destroyed, but when I open the curtain..."

At this point, Boss Sang's eyes became frightened and his body trembled, "The pool... is actually empty!"

"After the photo was dissolved, there should at least be a residue left behind, but there was nothing in the pool. It was extremely clean. There was only a layer of potion, but the potion did not change color."

"I turned around and went into the darkroom and found all the photos just thrown on the table, as if no one had ever touched them."

"I was stunned at the time, but I didn't think much about it at the time. I thought I had remembered it wrong. I laughed in my mind that I was too nervous and was scared out of my mind by those gangsters during the day."

"So this time I carefully collected the photos and threw them all into the potion. But when I came back after a while, I found that they were the same as last time!"

Boss Sang looked at everyone, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he was obviously extremely frightened, "Those photos were just placed on the table, and no one had touched them at all!"

"But I obviously threw the photo into the potion. The photo should be destroyed. No, it will definitely be destroyed! How...how could this happen?!"

Pulling his hair, Boss Sang kept repeating these words, looking a little hysterical.

"What happened after that?" Luo He asked, "What did you do again?"

"I burned it with fire, cut it with scissors, bit it with my teeth, and tore it apart with my hands...!" Boss Sang suddenly raised his head and almost squeezed it out from between his teeth, "But it's no use, it's no use! No matter what

No matter what I do, the photos will be restored to their original state after I leave!"

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed to a small table in the corner, his voice trembling, "That's right there, those photos appear there!"

"Every time!"

"Then you're not curious why?" Fu Fu asked in a weird tone: "Like... hiding behind the crack in the door and peeking."

Hearing this, Huaiyi couldn't help but swallowed. The photos appeared again and again, restoring them to their original state. There was obviously something wrong with this. How could anyone dare to...

But what made his pupils tremble was that Boss Sang raised his head, stared at Fu Fu's face with his eyes, and the next second, he actually tapped his chin.

He opened his mouth, and his voice could no longer be described as hoarse. It was like two grindstones rubbing together, "For the last time... I hid behind the door and looked through the gap."

He jumped out word after word, and everyone felt uncomfortable listening to it, but this discomfort was more psychological, and no one dared to rush him.

"What did you see?" Pi Ruan couldn't help but ask.

His words seemed to bring Boss Sang back to the memories of that time, and his breathing suddenly became rapid, like a leaking bellows, "I...I saw it! It was it, it was made!!

"

"who is it?"

Boss Sang covered his head, with an expression as painful as if he was going to explode, "Yes... it's a person, no, no, it's a figure. It's hiding behind the curtain, holding those photos in its hand."

."

"He's an Asian! He's an Asian for sure!" Boss Sang's eyes turned red. "His shadow was reflected on the curtain, and I saw the saber on his waist!"
Chapter completed!