Chapter 73 Chapter 73

Louis turned his head and looked at the gradually changing photo.

Cole didn't notice the changes in the photo and still maintained the action of kissing, so after Louis turned his head in surprise, his kiss fell on Louis' cheek.

"Hey." Cole reminded his partner jokingly, "You really chose the right time to look at the photo. It won't disappear. It doesn't matter if you look at it less."

Louis didn't say anything. He reached out and pinched Cole's chin, making him look at the photo.

Cole didn't understand what was going on. When he turned around to face the photo, the muscular man was stunned. He looked at the photo in disbelief and even rubbed his eyes. Then he asked Louis uncertainly, "Did you accidentally put something in our breakfast this morning?"

Louis stared at the photo blankly, and shook his head subconsciously after hearing Cole's words. When he understood the metaphorical meaning of Cole, he immediately retorted: "Of course not, we agreed to quit that thing, didn't we!"

He was referring to something addictive, which is also quite common in the United States.

Once you smoke it, you will feel a sense of pleasure. If it is more intense, you will see hallucinations. It is also addictive. If you use it for a long time, you can't live without it. Moreover, continuous use of this thing will gradually burn up your health and even your life.

Louis and Cole got addicted to this stuff during college. Yes, unfortunately, in the United States, this stuff has already spread its claws to the college student population. Although they can be considered adults, the guys who are not mature enough will always think this stuff is cool. Then, once they get addicted, it is difficult to quit and they are eroded step by step.

After entering the society, smart people will know that taking this kind of thing as a so-called "addiction" is not only a waste of money, but also a waste of life. If you want to live a decent life, it is best to stay away from it. Therefore, Louis and Cole decided to quit it. Fortunately, they did not use the particularly terrible type, the number of times was not frequent, and the addiction was not very strong, otherwise it would really be a road of no return.

They have successfully stayed away from this stuff for more than half a year, and there is no trace of such things in their home, so why do they see hallucinations?

"I didn't put any unknown mushrooms in our soup pot either," Louis emphasized again.

At this time, the comments were already flooded with comments.

[Run! ! Why are you so calm! ]

[You still have the energy to discuss breakfast and mushrooms, are you crazy! ]

[I can probably guess what they are saying. They think they accidentally knocked into something.]

[Oh my god, that thing is very common in the United States. ]

[Come to think of it, if something strange happens to happen in a month, and it happens to appear in front of some people who are having a good time...]

[They must think that they are all hallucinations and will ignore them. ]

[No, I've seen people who are high and still 'think' that they are high. When they are high, they have no rationality at all. They don't think at all. Their minds are full of mush. They sing and dance like idiots.]

[If a person is high on the street, anyone passing by can rob him, he is completely defenseless.]

[No one will rob people. Those who can lie on the street and have fun have spent their last penny on that thing. They don’t have any extra money. It’s a waste of effort to rob them, unless you like their clothes.]

【Those who are addicted to drugs don’t deserve sympathy no matter what. 】

【I think so too.】

[I don’t understand these, but I can probably understand seeing hallucinations, just like eating the wrong mushrooms, right?]

[The person in front, I know where you are from without you telling me. ]

【It is better to distinguish mushrooms carefully before eating them. 】

【They seemed to realize that this was not an illusion.】

[Hallucinations are different for each person. If two people see the same thing, it is definitely not an illusion.]

[Yes, it seems they found it too.]

[But it's too late to run now.]

[It's too late. Didn't you notice that I left the door of this exhibition hall and disappeared.]

Yes, Louis had already realized that this was not an illusion. When Cole said, "I saw them all smiling at me, and the children's pupils were still pure black," he understood.

Just like the comment said, if two people see exactly the same thing, even if it is weird, at least it is definitely not an illusion or fantasy.

"Run!" Louis shouted quickly.

Cole was a little confused, but he still followed Louis and ran towards the exit. After running a few steps, they were both stunned. Originally, there was an archway to the right, and you could go through a corridor to other exhibition halls. But now, the archway disappeared, and a huge photo was hung where the archway should have been.

The photo was taken of a house in a small town.

"Why, why is our house in the photos here?" Cole looked at Louis.

Louis was also stunned. He stared blankly at the house in the photo.

It was a two-story house, with a dining room, living room and kitchen on the first floor, and a living room on the second floor. Louis and Cole did not buy the house, but rented it. Because the location was relatively remote, the rent was very low. Fortunately, the house was very new, and the furniture and appliances inside looked good, so it became their temporary home.

Louis was very satisfied with the house. He dreamed of owning a house like this after he became successful in his career, or simply buying the mansion from the landlord.

In the photo, the door creaked open, and the black-and-white photo moved, looking like a video, and the camera moved to the front door of the house.

It was very dark inside the door and I couldn't see clearly. I could only vaguely see someone walking around inside.

The man walked out from the doorway, and then Louis saw the man's face. He was wearing a light-colored shirt and holding a camera in his hand. It was him.

The camera follows Louis in the photo as he walks to the side of the road. Then another person appears from the door. It's Cole.

In the photo, Louis waved to Cole, who shrugged and walked into the house and closed the door. Then, in the photo, Louis half-knelt on the ground and took a photo of the house with a click.

The camera was a Polaroid type, and it immediately spit out a photo. The black-and-white Louis picked up the photo with a smile, and the content of the photo appeared in front of the real Louis and Cole, scaring them into a cold sweat.

The photo that Louis is holding inside is the one that they saw replacing the archway when they were about to escape, but it had not yet started to move.

The size, angle and details of the house were exactly the same.

"I didn't take it!" Louise said very loudly. "I really didn't take that picture, Cole!"

Cole nodded quickly: "I know, I haven't closed the door for you either!"

So what is going on?

Is this the future? He did want to take a photo of the house, but he never did. He thought that when he was successful and ready to buy a house, he would build one according to the general layout of this house, or buy one, and then he would take a photo.

But now, he doesn't even have a store of his own.

Then something even more terrifying happened. Louis in the photo suddenly turned his head, looked towards the camera, and stared closely at the real Louis and Cole.

"We have to get out of here." Louis' voice was trembling.

Cole was a little upset: "How do I leave? Where is the door?"

"Through the window! Let's go through the window!"

"There's only a skylight here!" Cole shouted, pointing overhead.

Tick, something wet fell on Cole's head. He raised his hand and touched his head and felt something sticky.

Cole raised his head and looked toward the skylight.

They saw a tiny doll clinging to the ceiling, looking up and staring at them with its pitch-black eyes.

That is the child in the photo of father and son. Even when he walked out of the photo, he still maintained the black and white color scheme.

The mucus dripping on Cole's head was that guy's saliva.

This child is pacing back and forth quickly on the ceiling, and you never know when he will jump down and attack!

I was so focused on looking at the photos of the house that I ignored them.

Louis quickly looked at the photo of father and son, and saw that the photo was blank and even his father disappeared.

Where have you been?

Louis searched hurriedly, and he even bothered to check the contents of other photos. There were not many photographs in the exhibition hall, and he could scan them all at a glance.

The most common photos here are landscape photos. Black and white photos of people can show texture, while color photos of landscapes can show beauty.

I didn't see the father in the photo.

At this time, the doll on top of his head had already fallen down with a scream and grabbed Cole's hair.

Hearing his partner's scream, Louis didn't bother looking for his father and ran over to pull the doll off Cole's head.

The doll's nails were very sharp, and when it was pulled down, it scratched Cole's chin. Cole covered the wound, but blood still slowly flowed out from the gaps between his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

"Oh, damn it!" Cole jumped up and down in pain. "I'm going to kill this guy."

He put down his hand, revealing a long wound on his jaw: "Damn it, I'm going to kill this guy!" As he said this, he was about to reach out to strangle the neck of the doll that was holding Louis' arm.

"Go to hell--" Cole yelled.

The doll giggled, and its fingers softened and covered Louis' skin.

It paid no mind to Cole's tightening grip on its neck.

The one who actually reacted was Louis. His face became redder and redder, the veins on his neck popped out, his eyes widened, and he clapped Cole's hands frantically, gesturing at his throat. He couldn't breathe.

Seeing that Louis was about to be strangled to death, Cole immediately withdrew his hand: "Sorry, that's not right, why am I pinching this guy's neck and you are the one who feels suffocated? Damn it, what did you do to Louis!"

The doll just laughed.

"It's stuck to me." Louis desperately pulled at the doll that was holding him, "No, I can't pull it off. It hurts my skin when I pull it off!"

"Oh my God, what is going on?" Cole said irritably, scratching his head.

Louis was also immersed in great fear, and suddenly he saw his 'father' behind Cole.

The black and white 'father' held out his hand to Cole.

"Cole, back!" Louis yelled.

But it was too late. The "father" strangled Cole's neck with one hand and dragged him into the photo at an extremely fast speed.

Dragged into the weird photo of their house.

Louis chased after him in horror, but when he got to the photo, all he felt was the smooth texture of paper. Inside the photo, the old father dragged Cole into the house with a chuckle, and the person who closed the door was the fake Cole in the photo.

The other fake Louis was still standing outside the house taking pictures. He looked at Louis outside the photo and said: You are next.

Louis was so frightened that he sat on the ground.