Nightmare Attack

Chapter 605 Darkroom
Although Boss Sang was afraid, he also knew that the situation was stronger than the people. He had a secret feeling that these people in front of him were more difficult to deal with than those who beat him before.

"Huh—" Boss Sang sighed, then stood up, "Come with me, it's not safe here."

Everyone understood that he was worried that after taking out the photos of the Japanese people, the people who beat him happened to come to his door, and the consequences can be imagined.

A group of people followed Boss Sang into the dark room. The door of the dark room is small, but the space inside is larger than expected.

The room is long and narrow, separated by a black curtain in the middle, and there is a container like a pool outside, not too big, just like a household sink.

There was liquid in it, like some kind of potion, and there was a strange smell in the air.

Boss Sang stretched out his hand and opened the curtain in the middle.

Inside is a cubicle, but to everyone's surprise, the walls of the cubicle are covered with photos.

And they are all photos of Japanese people!

The moment Fu Fu discovered this situation, she grabbed Boss Sang under control, and the veins on her white palms popped out.

She pinched Boss Sang's throat and looked around vigilantly. As long as there was any abnormality, she would kill him first without hesitation.

According to Boss Sang, if the photos of these Japanese people troubled him, then it would be fine if he didn’t destroy the photos, but he dared to arrange them in the room, did he want to die?
Or maybe it was an ambush at all.

"Don't do this!" Boss Sang begged for mercy loudly, obviously frightened, "I don't mean anything else, I posted the photo just to verify one thing!"

"What's the matter?" Huai Yi asked viciously.

Under Luohe's gaze, Fu Fu reluctantly let go of her hand.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Boss Sang covered his neck and coughed violently, as if he was almost suffocating, looking at Fu Fu with fear in his eyes.

This girl looked very cute, but she didn't expect her hands to be so strong that he, an adult, would not be able to fight back.

Boss Sang pursed his lips tightly, and after a long while, he raised his head, stared at everyone with serious eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Do you... believe that there is such a thing? I mean."

"Is it a ghost?" Fu Fu interrupted impatiently, "I believe it, we all believe it, so just say it."

Boss Sang's feeling that he had finally brewed was wiped out at once, but he still insisted on saying: "I, I had a dream, just yesterday."

"Dream?"

When they heard the word dream, everyone's attitudes changed. According to speculation, Pan Dulinghuyong was trapped in a strange dream.

Lin Wan'er asked calmly, "What kind of dream?"

Boss Sang dragged out a very low wooden stool from the corner, and sat on it, as if lost in memory, "I don't know if I should describe it as a dream, because this dream is so real, it's so real that it doesn't seem like a dream. Dream."

"And I also doubted this question in my dream, but." He raised his head, his eyes full of doubt and confusion, "but I can't find the loophole in this dream, it is so real, I can smell it I can feel the smell of soil and dew, even the touch!" Boss Sang's breath became short of breath.

"Don't be afraid, just speak slowly." Luo He said, his voice seemed to have a magical power of bewitching people's hearts, and Boss Sang really calmed down.

"Let's start from the beginning, I was approached by those people yesterday. They smashed my equipment and said that I was colluding with the Orientals and was a traitor. What's the trouble?"

"So I deliberately didn't go home last night, so I stayed in the photo studio. When I got sleepy, I lay down on the table and slept for a while. When I woke up, it was dark and it was quiet outside."

"Taking advantage of the dead of night, I found out the photos of all the Orientals left here, and then took out the pre-configured potion."

"This potion is very useful for destroying photos. It works quickly, and then I throw all the photos in it."

"When the time is calculated, I will go do other things. When the time is almost up, I will come back to see how the photos are destroyed, but wait for me to open the curtain."

Speaking of this, Boss Sang's eyes became terrified, and his body trembled, "The pool is actually empty!"

"When the photo is dissolved, at least there should be residue, but there is nothing in the pool, it is very clean, there is only a layer of potion, but the potion has not changed color."

"I turned around and went into the dark room and found all the photos just lying on the table, as if no one had ever touched it."

"I was stunned at the time, but I didn't think much about it at the time. I thought I had made a mistake. I laughed in my heart that I was too nervous, and I was scared out of my wits by those hooligans during the day."

"So this time I carefully put away the photos and threw them all into the potion again. But when I came back after a while, I found that it was the same as last time!"

Boss Sang looked at everyone, his eyes were red, and his eyes were bloodshot, obviously terrified, "Those photos are just placed on the table, no one has touched them at all!"

"But I obviously threw the photo into the potion, the photo should be destroyed, no, it will definitely be destroyed! How could this happen?!"

Pulling his hair, Boss Sang kept repeating these few words, and the whole person looked a little hysterical.

"What happened after that?" Luo He asked, "What did you do again?"

"I burned it with fire, cut it with scissors, bit it with my teeth, and tore it with my hands!" Boss Sang raised his head suddenly, almost squeezing it out from between his teeth, "But it's useless, it's useless! No matter what I do, the photo How damaged it is, these photos will be restored after I leave!"

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, pointing to a small table in the corner, his voice trembling, "It's there, those photos appear there!"

"Every time!"

"Then don't you wonder why?" Fu Fu asked in a strange tone, "It's like peeking from behind the door."

Hearing this, Huai Yi couldn't help swallowing his saliva, the photos appeared again and again, returning to the original state, there was obviously something wrong with it, how could anyone dare to
But what made his pupils tremble was that Boss Sang raised his head, fixed his eyes on Fu Fu's face, and nodded his chin in the next second.

He opened his mouth, his voice could no longer be described as hoarse, like two whetstones rubbing together, "The last time. I hid behind the door and looked through the gap."

He jumped out word by word, and everyone felt uncomfortable, but this kind of discomfort was more psychological, and no one dared to urge him.

"What did you see?" Pi Ruan couldn't help asking.

His words seemed to bring Boss Sang back to the memory at that time, his breathing suddenly became short of breath, like a leaking bellows, "I, I saw it! It was it, it was made!!"

"who is it?"

Boss Sang covered his head with a pained expression as if about to explode, "It's a person, no, no, it's a figure, it's hiding behind that curtain, holding those photos in its hand."

"It's an oriental man! It's an oriental man!" Boss Sang's eyes were red, "His shadow was reflected on the curtain, and I saw the saber on his waist!"

"There is also a singing sound, a very weird singing sound, as if it can penetrate into people's hearts, it is not from our place, it is Dongyangge!" He said excitedly.

(End of this chapter)