Holding the photo, Qin Nuo felt a chill on his back the more he looked at it.

Compared with Zhang Hong, my face in the photo gradually lost color and looked pale, with sunken muscles on both sides of my face and bulging and bloodshot eyes.

Looking at the camera, his eyes are almost lifeless, and the smile at the corners of his mouth looks more stiff than in the previous two photos.

At first glance, he looks like a dead person...

It’s more like a living dead than a dead person.

Especially creepy...

Qin Nuo frowned slightly and turned to look at his true self in the mirror. On the contrary, he looked full of life and did not look like the sickly person in the photo.

The remaining blurry photos were placed on the table. Qin Nuo picked them up and compared them one by one.

After thinking for a while, he picked up another one, looked at the time, and continued to try to clarify it.

"Today is your birthday. Our birthdays are on the same day, one month apart. You like a lot of things, but I know what you want today."

"I put so much thought into this, meticulously preparing it and presenting it to you. Hey, why are you crying? Oh, I see. Tears of emotion don't have to be this way. You've worked so hard to support this family these past two years. There's not much I can do. I can only be a safe haven for you to lean on when you're tired."

"Don't cry, we're taking pictures now!"

In the fourth photo, it was her boyfriend’s birthday, and Zhang Hong talked obviously more.

Qin Nuo listened, feeling the delicate and intimate touch and the faint fragrance in his nose. His throat moved: "Dear, you seem to talk a little too much today?"

"Are you starting to dislike me?"

"How could that be? I will always be with you."

As Qin Nuo spoke, he looked at the camera in front of him and some thoughts came to his mind.

With a click, the fourth photo was also frozen.

Under the flash light, Qin Nuo staggered from the chair and half-knelt on the ground. His consciousness was blurred, and he felt pain in his abdomen. At the same time, his brain was inexplicably occupied by a strong desire.

Because of this desire, some saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Although these feelings disappeared quickly within a few seconds, Qin Nuo basically confirmed his guess.

Standing up, he sharpened the fourth photo. In the photo, Qin Nuo's "dead look" was even more obvious. Not only were his facial muscles atrophied, but even his eye sockets were sunken.

Both physically and mentally, it felt like someone had drained me dry.

But Zhang Hong has not changed at all, and her smile remains sweet.

"The dates of these four photos are in order: wedding anniversary, 520 Valentine's Day, Zhang Hong's birthday, and my birthday."

"But I clearly shuffled the photos and randomly selected them, but they became completely orderly."

"This is not accidental, but the owner of the photo is manipulating the order of the photos."

"According to this order, the next day worth taking a photo of is the Chinese Valentine's Day."

"As I took clearer photos one by one, it felt like I was walking step by step into a trap, a trap set by Zhang Hong!"

Qin Nuo's eyes flickered and his expression was solemn.

From the first photo, something must have happened to Zhang Hong’s boyfriend.

The truth is definitely not as happy and sweet as Zhang Hong said. From this point of view, the little story set in the theme is also fake and is misleading players.

"Another pitfall. Can you play the game more normally and be more player-friendly?"

Qin Nuo was deep in thought and did not rush to sharpen the next photo. Who knew what would happen to him if he continued and the shutter button was pressed?

Standing up, Qin Nuo went to Luo Xun's room first.

After knocking on the door, there was no response. Qin Nuo was at the door. He coughed twice before saying, "Well, Miss Luo, you are so predictable. I did have a slip of the tongue just now. I need your help now. Are you free?"

Still no response. Time waits for no one, so Qin Nuo can only push the door open and curiously see how Luo Xun plays the game at Photo Studio No. 9.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a scene that took my breath away.

By the window, Luo Xun was wearing a tight black cheongsam, which highlighted her slender figure and drew a proud and exquisite curve. Her black hair was scattered, and she held a small folding fan in her jade hand. Her cold face and eyes revealed a cold and arrogant brilliance.

It looked like she was about to change into a suit. Two buttons on her neck were undone, revealing a piece of clean, white skin on her chest, which made one's throat dry.

The timing of this entry seemed premeditated, and it was hard to believe that it was unintentional.

Qin Nuo wanted to explain, but his eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet and moved away. Then he subconsciously looked back at that place, as if it was an instinctive reaction.

Damn it, no matter how I explain it, I can't tear off the label of gangster...

"Does it look good?"

"You seem quite fascinated. Do you want to continue unbuttoning a button?" Facing Qin Nuo's dull eyes, Luo Xun did not get angry, but asked calmly.

"Well...bah, I knocked on the door outside and shouted if I could come in. It was such a surprise." Qin Nuo still explained.

"I know."

Luo Xun fastened the buttons again and took off the hairband from her hair, letting her smooth, shiny black hair spread out like waves.

"Tell me, what's the problem?"

Qin Nuo didn't rush to speak, but asked: "Have you completed your horror-themed mission?"

"Solved."

Luo Xun nodded slightly: "In fact, we don't need to go to great lengths to find the photo they want. They know where it is."

"That old woman asked me to find the family photos of her vicious son and daughter-in-law. She seemed to be seeking revenge, but in reality, she wanted to harm me."

“When I was taking the photo, I noticed something was wrong.”

Qin Nuo's eyes flickered: "Then what do you do?"

"I have good intentions towards the older generation, but if you disrespect them, there's no need for me, an old man like you, to come out and cause harm to others."

Luo Xun spoke lightly, her delicate hands showing signs of ghostliness, with a strange light purple glow emanating from her fingertips.

With a pinch of two fingers, he actually pinched a golden order hidden in the crack of space!

"She felt like she was pushed off the balcony by her own son and daughter-in-law and died. I made her experience that feeling again."

Luo Xun glanced at the side with her beautiful eyes and spoke slowly.

Qin Nuo followed the gaze and clearly saw a pool of blood on the plastic chair.

Furthermore, on the chair, there was a constant stream of blood, flowing down the armrests and legs...