In front of July Photo Studio.

Xu Yichao picked up the phone with a pink case on the ground, looked at it, and said to Huang Zhongyu who was not far away, "I'm afraid your two friends are in danger."

Huang Zhongyu was sweating profusely. He kept looking at the photo studio with its door open, wanting to go in and find someone, but his legs kept moving backwards.

Xu Yichao also knew about the strange story about the photo studio, and couldn't help but say, "You won't die if you don't commit suicide. You knew that this photo studio was not clean, but you still insisted on challenging it."

Sang Que raised an eyebrow, and found that Xu Yichao accepted these things very quickly and naturally, worthy of being the person who had given himself to a paper doll as a virgin since childhood.

Bang! Bang! Bang! A ball suddenly popped out from the darkness.

Huang Zhongyu trembled all over and raised his mobile phone to take a picture. Before he could see who threw the ball, he saw a flash of a knife.

In one of the photos, although covered with dust and faded, you can still clearly see a fat man in rubber overalls squatting at the entrance of the alley with a little girl feeding a cat.

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Xu Yichao climbed up with a grin on his face and a mouthful of dust.

“And you!”

"When I was a kid, I had a high fever in the middle of the night. My grandmother just kept crying. My grandfather carried me out. The old Chinese doctor in the clinic was not there. Fortunately, we ran into a fat uncle who had just bought pork. He threw the two pigs on the three-wheeled motorcycle on the side of the road without saying a word and took my grandfather and me to the hospital."

What the Internet said was correct. Grandma Xu had told her that the more people believe in something, the more "powerful" it is. Exorcism methods that no one believes in are useless, but ghost stories that people believe in are bound to come true.

"Holy Sword of Physics!" Xu Yichao screamed strangely.

Sang Que ignored him and walked around the display wall in front. Behind it was a long hall with two rooms on the left, which seemed to be the places where interior photos were arranged.

Sang Que pointed the knife at the entrance of the photo studio and said to Huang Zhongyu, "You, block the door and count. Don't leave or stop until I come out. I want to hear your voice and make sure the door doesn't close suddenly. Also, put away your phone to avoid accidentally taking pictures of me."

"Go out first."

"1, 2, 3..."

The sound of Huang Zhongyu counting was still there, and Sang Que signaled Xu Yichao to go out first.

Huang Zhongyu began to count, and Sang Que walked into the photo studio first. A cold wind blew up from under their feet, blowing away the thick dust on the ground.

Snap!

Sang Que held a knife and carefully explored the surroundings. Apart from the messy footprints on the ground, they did not find Huang Zhongyu's two friends, nor did they find any wandering evil spirits.

Xu Yichao was caught off guard and fell forward.

Xu Yichao followed in with a flashlight in hand, shining it everywhere and checking everywhere.

Huang Zhongyu didn't dare to refute the domineering Sang Que and nodded vigorously.

"...157, 158, 159..."

"Memories of time? My grandparents are very superstitious and rarely took pictures of me when I was a child, so I have never been to this photo studio. I didn't expect that there are so many photos of the village's past preserved here."

Sang Que glanced at the photo frame on the front wall and then looked away, "Take a picture of the ground."

Sang Que gave an order, and Xu Yichao picked up the crowbar. The two ran out of the July Photo Studio, and the glass door slammed shut. The studio returned to its previous deathly silence.

"Eh? Why are there so many blank photo frames on this wall? Weird."

After Xu Yichao read it, a chill ran down his spine and he quickly looked towards the entrance of the photo studio.

Sang Que turned over the phone with a knife and took a look at it, his face solemn, then he used the knife to push the phone in front of Xu Yichao.

The words "Hongri Fitness Center" are also written on the phone case.

It hurts!

"The one that Uncle Pang chopped up was her, Xu Chunxia. She was very fond of taking advantage of others, and she was mean and mean. My grandma would quarrel with her every now and then. Uncle Pang's child molestation case hadn't been investigated yet, but she had already spread the news to the whole village. Uncle Pang had finally found a girlfriend and was about to get married, but it was ruined because of this incident."

Huang Zhongyu disappeared! At the moment he fell, the phone just happened to capture Huang Zhongyu blocking the door.

Sang Que's heart was shocked and he squatted down quickly.

Who understands? It makes me feel so safe!

Hehehe~Suddenly, a child's laughter sounded from behind the two of them. Xu Yichao turned around abruptly and shone the flashlight over there, but found nothing.

The flashlight light quickly swept across one photo after another, including an old man playing chess at the village entrance, firecrackers being set off during the New Year, people coming and going at the ordinary morning market, an old Chinese doctor boiling medicine in front of the clinic, the opening of the Brothers Watch Shop, and so on.

Huang Zhongyu nodded blankly, "That's what it says on the Internet."

Sang Que opened her mouth to explain, but the tiny paper hand stretched out again and waved at her.

"She told the adults that Uncle Fatty always touched her, but she was actually a liar. The kids in our village didn't like to play with her, and we were all beaten by her. I heard from my grandma that she was the one who caused her parents' divorce. I don't know what she was thinking. When her dad came back from working in another place, she actually told him that her mom brought a man home."

Sang Que came over with a knife in his hand and asked Huang Zhongyu.

“Oh my god!”

"It's okay if we don't take pictures in the photo studio, right?"

Xu Yichao is protected by a paper little girl who will protect Xu Yichao when he encounters danger. It is also a warning to her, just like when they met the butcher before.

Xu Yichao scratched his head. "Wait a minute, I seem to remember one thing. I was possessed a year after the incident with Fatty Uncle. I remember I seemed to have seen Xu Chunxia's portrait in the Fushou Paper Shop..."

Xu Yichao was filled with fear, "Sang Que, please save my life!"

"There's no one inside. Could your friend have escaped?" Xu Yichao said to Huang Zhongyu who was blocking the door from a distance.

A blinding white light pierced through the darkness like lightning. Someone was taking a photo behind them! Sang Que turned his head and saw from the corner of his eye that there was a cell phone hanging strangely in the air behind them, which fell to the ground with a bang.

Sang Que followed the footprints to the photo wall. Xu Yichao quickly scanned it with a flashlight and found words above the photo wall.

Sang Que pointed the tip of his knife at Xu Yichao, "Put down the fruit and follow me in."

Sang Que followed behind Xu Yichao and looked around but didn't find anything unusual. When he turned around, he saw the upper body of a paper little girl appear behind Xu Yichao, and suddenly pushed Xu Yichao hard.

I have to say that Sang Que envies Xu Yichao. They are all little girls. Look at what's on Xu Yichao, and then look at Yin Tong.

Xu Yi opened his mouth wide, amazed by the scene, and thought that next time those girls screamed at Sang Que, he would join in.

When the flashlight shone over, there were messy footprints on the ground. It looked like a man and a woman. They wandered around the door and finally went to the back.

"Hiss—Sangque, why did you push me?"

Xu Yichao searched the photo wall for a while, and the flashlight shone on a photo in the corner. It was a picture of a village folk performance, led by an old lady dressed as a matchmaker.

Another crowbar fell to the ground. Sang Que picked it up and handed it to Xu Yichao who was behind him.

Xu Yichao sighed heavily and pointed his flashlight at the little girl squatting with the fat butcher in the photo.

Xu Yichao nodded, "It was him. Actually, I always felt that there was something behind his incident. In my impression, Uncle Pang was a very good person. Every time he killed a pig, he would make lard, and the remaining lard residue was left for us kids." "At that time, the first thing I did every morning when I woke up was to go to Uncle Pang's store to say hello, just thinking about his lard residue. My grandma also said that Uncle Pang was a good person and would not do such a thing."

The other wall is covered with photo frames, just like the one at the entrance.

Xu Yichao looked down and wondered why he was still carrying the two bags of fruit. When Xu Yichao put down the fruit and put away his phone, Sang Que threw his flashlight to Xu Yichao.

(Reference picture, folk festival)

There is a counter and two sets of tables and chairs on the right. There is a built-in bookshelf on one wall, which should be the place where photo albums and materials were placed in the past. Now it is empty and covered with dust and cobwebs.

"Is this the butcher from Fatty's Pork Shop?" Sang Que asked.

There were only two new photo frames on the wall deep inside the photo studio.

One, a girl with cat ears raised her hand and made a "V" sign, and laughed together with the burly man with a crew cut.

A yellow-haired man stared in fear, with his back against the glass door.

The memory of time is forever engraved here...

(End of this chapter)