“There’s no one in the photo studio, so what am I supposed to do?”
"What identity should I assume when I come in? The owner of the photo studio or a customer?"
Looking around, Qin Nuo muttered to himself, wiping his fingers on the photographic ornaments. They were all old and had many signs of damage.
The most eye-catching thing is the various photo frames on the walls. The faces in every photo are blurred.
The blurry faces, old and yellowed, give people an indescribable sense of horror.
As Qin Nuo was pondering, a game prompt popped up, directing him to pick up a notebook on the table.
The notebook was rough, the pages looked like they had been soaked in water, and it gave off a musty smell.
Qin Nuo flipped it open, and the ink on the characters had soaked through, so he could barely read it.
It contains a girl's self-narration, telling the story of herself and the photo studio. Since she and her boyfriend started, they would come here to take a photo as a souvenir every time there was a holiday.
"My name is Zhang Hong. My boyfriend and I have been dating since school and later worked at the same newspaper. From our first love to our marriage, every photo we took in the studio can serve as a testimony to our relationship. It seems to have become an unspoken habit between us."
"But after we got married, he slowly began to change. He became irritable, distant, cold, and even strange."
"Of course, I had a vague idea of what was going on at that time, but I didn't want to admit it, nor did I dare to admit it. I'm very soft-hearted, or even timid. For the sake of my marriage, I chose to magnify this tolerance infinitely."
"I chose to turn a blind eye and return to my former self, hoping that he and this family would return to their former state. However, he turned my timidity into recklessness."
"He started bringing that woman home when I wasn't home. After I came back, he denied everything, saying it was just a colleague who came to the house to get some information. I knew everything about him, but there was just a thin layer of mystery left."
"He seized upon my weakness, like a tiger's jaws gripping my vital spot. I couldn't escape, and he became even more destructive. I went from being a spouse to a worthless, lowly servant."
"Later, we fell out. He moved out with that woman, but he didn't divorce me."
"I've become completely disoriented, not understanding where I went wrong. Is this the result I deserve for my cowardice? A woman who works tirelessly and wholeheartedly for her husband doesn't get the happiness she deserves, while a dissolute woman can arbitrarily deprive others of their spouses. How unfair is this?"
"But one day, he suddenly came to me and begged for my forgiveness. The woman had cheated him of all his money, ran away overnight, and disappeared without a trace. When he lost everything, he suddenly realized how good I was."
"I didn't say anything, I didn't forgive, and I didn't refuse. He was filled with guilt and started to treat me well regardless of everything and obeyed me in everything."
"This family seemed to be getting along again, even better than before. That day, I suddenly suggested that today was Chinese Valentine's Day. Every day in the past, we would go to the photo studio and take a group photo as a souvenir."
"He was ecstatic because it was the first time I had suggested it since he came back, and he immediately arranged an appointment."
"On Chinese Valentine's Day, we wore our school clothes, which still fit us well. We took a photo at a photo studio, and it seemed like nothing had changed, just like before."
"In the photos, we all have smiles on our faces, and we gradually have new hopes and expectations for life."
"On the third day of Qixi Festival, I lay on the concrete floor in the yard. The powerful impact shattered my body, and blood covered my body and face."
"My consciousness started to blur. I stared blankly at the sky and my husband, who was standing on the balcony looking at me coldly. The next second, I was at a loss, holding my head in my hands and screaming in fear..."
"I think I understand something."
"We had previously bought life insurance, which was the reason he refused to divorce. After he was fired from the newspaper, he teamed up with that woman and came up with this crazy idea to defraud the insurance."
"What do I regret now?"
"I have no regrets. It's all my cowardice that led to the current situation."
"But now, I still want to see that photo again, the last photo. I hope you can help me find it. Thank you, stranger."
When I turned to the back, it was completely blank.
Qin Nuo closed the notebook. This seemed to be just a simple tragic little story, but after the previous story about the ghost marriage scene, there seemed to be a bit of horror between the lines.
Where's the thriller?
I'm afraid it's more than that.
"So, now all I have to do is find the last photo of Zhang Hong and her boyfriend together, and I'll have completed my mission?"
Qin Nuo murmured, looking at the photo frames with blurred faces. The problem was, these photo frames were so blurry that some of them couldn't even tell the gender.
How do I find this?
Qin Nuo hesitated, and just as he left the table, the game panel suddenly popped up.
"Tip: Players can select one of the photo frames and imitate the pose of a person in the frame to take a photo. After the photo is taken, the two photos will overlap, and the person in the frame will be clearer."
"Note: When taking photos, you must keep the subject in the frame and remain in the same position no matter what happens to maximize the clarity of the photo!"
"The theme time is 1 hour, start the timer now!"
“So this is the way to clarify it.”
"But suddenly giving players a full hour is amazing. I can only say that this haunted house is very conscientious and gives players enough time to experience the game. I would feel bad if I didn't give it a good review."
As Qin Nuo spoke, he had already started choosing a photo frame.
Photo Studio No. 9 is very large. It is not just a small room, but has several corridors connecting several rooms.
Every day, the walls in the corridor are covered with photo frames with all kinds of backgrounds.
There are even some black and white photos that look like posthumous photos, which make the atmosphere even more perfect.
"In their autobiography, Zhang Hong and her boyfriend both worked at the same newspaper. They must have been a newlywed couple, around 24 or 25, so any photos they took together were probably of the two of them."
Qin Nuo walked in the corridor, his eyes moving across the photo frames.
There are quite a few wedding photos among them, as well as ancient-style wedding photos, which are very similar to the photo of the previous theme of ghost marriage.
"Photography bosses should all have a habit of not putting photos in the wrong order."
"Zhang Hong and his wife always come here to take photos every holiday, so all photos of the two of them together should be placed in a designated area."
There is only one hour left, so there is no need to rush. Qin Nuo will just take a quick tour first.
Entering another room, it is a single studio room, which is also filled with various photos.
Qin Nuo's eyes were a little dazzled.
Finally, he chose one of the frames and tried it out first to test the effect of the sharpening...
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