Chapter 1097

I and Leng Rushuang felt that we had to deal with it from the camera. But because of the long history, it's really difficult to find out the truth. In a critical moment, we think of Wang special help again.

This silly boy has something to do with cold frost, please. He comes here at once.

Cold as frost asked him where to look up the previous news? Wang tezhu thought for a moment and replied earnestly, "you can go to the provincial library, where all the newspapers after the liberation of Hangzhou are stored."

Cold as frost eyes a bright, do not want to take us to start.

Wang te helped to drive us to the provincial library, and he was still attentive to the frosty cold all the way. But at this moment, the goddess is full of ghost houses, evil spirits and other things. She has no mind to deal with him at all. Wang special help can't help but show a sad look.

We rushed to the library, and with the help of Wang te, we successfully entered the place where all the newspapers were stored after liberation. In a room of one hundred square meters, there were dozens of tall bookshelves, and each floor was full of newspapers. Looking at one by one, I think I'm not far away from my old death

Cold as frost but ignore my protest, immediately told us to start looking for all the ghost house related news. "Miss Leng, are you also interested in ghost house?" Wang asked

I think with a bad heart: she is not only interested in ghost house, she is interested in all ghosts!

I and Leng Rushuang and Wang tezhu started to read newspapers one by one. When I looked up when I was tired of backache, I found that the sunglasses man was standing by with his arm in his arms to watch the activity. I protested to the frost: "Hello! You can't be so cruel, can you? Why doesn't he turn the newspaper? "

Cold as frost, he said softly, "the reason is very simple. He doesn't read. He has never read a book for a day since he was a child. "

Well, the reason is so fierce that I can't even say a retort.

Too hard!

I feel sick from the dense handwriting in the newspaper, but it is full of news about the rising price of grain and the incompetence of the government of the Republic of China, which makes me dazzled and faint at any time.

Just a second before I was about to give up, Wang tezhu suddenly called out, "come and have a look. Here is the news about ghost house."

Cold as frost and I hurried to the past, only to see a yellow newspaper with a fire news.

The fire house happened in the ghost house, which was originally a photo studio owned by a Frenchman named Steve. Unfortunately, the Chinese people at that time were very pedantic. They didn't know much about photography. It was even said by the white lotus cult that cameras were invented by evil spirits. As long as they were photographed, they would immediately be sucked away. Coincidentally, a female student of the Republic of China was accidentally killed by a tram on her way home after she took the photo. People in her family think of Bai Lianjiao's saying that Steve killed her daughter.

At that time, because of the involvement of foreigners, the incident became more and more serious, among which there was the white lotus sect. Later, the people blamed the government for protecting the foreigners. They simply organized a group of rioters to rush to the photo studio, and a fire burned the photo studio

The news also said that Steve survived because he was out of the house, but his family was not so lucky. All seven innocent people, including his wife and children, died in the fire. Steve was close to collapse, almost crazy.

After that, he went back to France in disgrace, and there was no news.

Cold as frost and I secretly studied: "is this camera Steve left? Because his family died in the fire, they became fierce ghosts and attached them to the camera to hurt people

But I don't think it's going to be that simple.

I suddenly thought of a way to discuss with Leng rufrost: "do you remember the dream I had that night? I met a lot of people that night when I went to ghost house. They may have been killed by camera. I want to try to have a dream like that again. This time you are watching in the dark. As long as I am not in danger, don't rush to save me. "

Cold as frost some worry: "will it be too risky?"

"Our industry is always in danger!" I comforted her and decided to carry out the plan tonight.

On the way back to the hotel, Wang asked carefully who we were? There are so many things going on. Even the fool knows that we are not so easy to ask for the safety token.

Leng Rushuang said with a smile, "to tell you the truth, we are with Mr. Bai." Anyway, Mr. Bai has come to us to seek cooperation on his own initiative.

Wang TE was surprised, but he didn't say much.

After returning to the hotel, Leng rufrost and I talked about some specific details. But I know in my heart that when it comes to an emergency, great danger is inevitable.

That night, I took my camera in my hand and fell asleep.

Soon, I fell asleep and came to the room with countless pictures hanging. This time without the previous tension and panic, I began to seriously study the photos, and I found out unexpectedly that these are all the remains that will be used only after death.The traditional Chinese remains have a long history. Although there was no such advanced product as cameras in ancient times, emperors or rich people would ask painters to paint for themselves, and then leave it to posterity to admire and remember.

I saw the door in the room and went in without thinking.

As expected, it was the ghost house. It was spotless and quiet around. When the footsteps came again, I didn't feel a bit flustered and watched those people come one by one.

They looked at me with numbness in their eyes, as if they were very disdainful of my coming.

These people are dressed in different ways, and they have them at all times. I even saw four young people in fashionable clothes. If I guessed right, they should be the four college students with Lin Li.

Why are their souls here?

They were obviously afraid of the camera in my hand. They formed a circle, but they dared not rush forward.

"Who do you know the origin of this camera?" I asked peacefully and kindly

No one answered, so I asked again and explained, "I'm here to help you. If you don't unlock the camera's secret, your soul will be locked here forever!"

This time there was some movement in the crowd. The last girl in the clothes of the Republic of China stepped out slowly and said pitifully, "I know its origin!"