With 468 yuan in hand, I went to the photo studio first.
Something strange happened in Mingzhu Apartment yesterday, and I was already alert.
When the police suddenly appeared, I quickly took out the memory card from the camera and secretly hid it on my body.
Everyone has some quirks.
As a photographer, her quirk is to take pictures of the apartment she lives in every day.
As long as she stays at home, this habit will not change.
"Hello, help me develop these photos."
I asked the photo studio staff to open the memory card and pointed to the photos of the apartment.
The photos were not developed that quickly, so I asked the staff to make a copy and walked out of the photo studio with the memory card.
I got in a taxi and drove all the way to the bank that the female ghost in the detention center mentioned.
I walked to the counter and said, "Hello."
As I said this, I handed over my private seal.
"Please help me open the safe."
The bank teller checked my personal seal, led me into a rather private room, took out the safe and unlocked it, and then politely avoided it.
I opened the lid of the safe and saw several things inside, a gold women's necklace, a bankbook and a letter.
I casually opened the bankbook, and the numbers on it made me, who was extremely poor, couldn't help but raise my eyebrows.
Three hundred thousand, this is not a small amount of money.
No wonder she didn't believe that those women in the detention center would lose the three hundred thousand when they got rich.
But why does she think I'm trustworthy?
I wondered, took out the things and put them away, closed the safe, and walked out.
When I was working in sales, I had a principle: I would definitely do what I promised.
Although this money is quite a lot, it is not mine and I will never touch it.
With the experience of being robbed while distracted last time, I was on high alert as soon as I walked out of the room.
Perhaps I was too focused on my surroundings, and unfortunately I bumped into someone when I arrived at the bank entrance.
"hiss."
My body was shaken by the impact, and I cried out in pain.
The young man in the trench coat didn't say a word and walked straight past me.
The wind blew his coat as he walked, revealing the elegant pocket watch in his shirt pocket.
There are actually people carrying pocket watches these days, they really know how to pretend.
I pursed my lips, thought I was unlucky, rubbed my head and walked out.
I first went to the old community.
According to the address mentioned by the female ghost last night, I stuffed the bankbook, necklace and letter under the door.
Then I knocked on the door and hid in a hidden place before opening the door.
A middle-aged woman with a thin face and a kind face walked out.
She looked around to see if there was no one, so she picked up things on the ground.
She showed surprise when she saw the bankbook, and then she couldn't wait to open the letter.
I don’t know what was written in the letter, but the middle-aged woman’s eyes filled with tears after reading a few lines.
In the end, she covered her mouth and burst into tears.
I think that no matter what the content of the letter is, it allows two people separated by yin and yang to understand each other's thoughts at a certain moment and experience the emotions that were not expressed when they were alive.
In this way, I have done something.
That's a good thing.
I left quietly and when I returned to the photo studio, the time was just right.
The staff had developed the photos and was putting them into envelopes.
I paid the money, got in the car with my things and went to Bai Ming'an's residence.
No way, I don't know how long the thing he drew on my arm will last.
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I don't want to suddenly become a semi-transparent person on the street where people are coming and going.
It's safer to go back and look at the photos.
Dong-dong-dong, I knocked on the door.
With a click, the door opened, revealing Bai Ming'an's fair face.
He didn't seem surprised to see me.
I didn't show any politeness to him and walked right in.
The living room was empty, so I simply sat down on the floor, took out the photos in the envelope and arranged them one by one in an orderly manner.
The photos had time records, so it didn’t take much effort for me to find two photos of the apartment.
One was from the day I went to Pearl Apartments, which was yesterday, and the other was from the day before, which was the day before yesterday.
I checked carefully and did not miss any doubts.
After repeated comparisons, I found that there was nothing missing in the content of the two photos.
Except for the occasional placement of some things in different positions, other aspects looked normal.
I didn't give up and read it from beginning to end again.
Suddenly I felt something was wrong, so I picked up a photo taken in the living room and looked at it carefully.
"It's strange.
Both photos show that there should be a photo frame hanging on this wall, but I remember that when I went in yesterday, there was no photo frame in the living room."
I looked at Bai Ming'an as if asking for answers.
He was probably bored, so he came over to take a look.
Then his expression changed, and he took the photo out of my hand and held it in front of his eyes for a closer look.
I saw something wrong with his expression, so I quickly asked: "What's wrong?
What's wrong with the photo?"
"It's not a photo."
Bai Mingan lowered his eyes, pointed at the photo frame on the wall and said to me, "That's the problem."
I looked at the photo frame several times.
It contains an old Manchu and Qing Dynasty photo.
What could be wrong with it?
"This photo is not simple."
He pointed his slender fingers on the photo, with a little light shining in his dark eyes.
I frowned: "You mean, my friend disappeared because of the photos in this frame."
The camera in the living room, the blood on the carpet in the bedroom, and the missing decorative paintings on the walls all pointed to a home invasion.
A reasoning came to mind: "That person hurt Mingzhu to take away the painting."
The more I thought about it, the more reasonable my guess became.
I couldn't help but pick up the photos on the ground: "Great, I'll go to the police station and tell the police what we found.
This clue will definitely be helpful in finding out the whereabouts of Mingzhu."
I stood up happily and ran to the door.
"madness."
The sprinting pace paused, I turned around and squinted my eyes, what do you mean?
I raised my eyebrows: "You have a different opinion."
Bai Ming'an still couldn't move his eyes away from the photo.
After a long time, he raised his head with an indifferent expression: "You suspect that as an assistant, I don't trust my superiors.
This is not good."
I:"" He flicked the photo with his fingers, walked over and handed it to me: "Look carefully and see what is different about the old photo in the frame on the wall."
He was a master, but the photo was almost stuck on my face.
I pulled the photo away angrily, suppressed the urge to beat him up, and looked at the photo again.
I looked left and right, looking from a distance and looking closely, pretending to be thoughtful, but I couldn't see anything unusual, so I had to lower my face and said, "I can't see it, Master Bai, please explain it to me."
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Maybe it was because the master's hat was worn well.
Bai Ming'an glanced at me, and without saying anything to throw cold water on him, he explained to me directly: "The eyes of the man and woman in the photo are particularly bright."
I looked carefully, and not to mention, the eyes of the two people were really surprisingly bright.
But what does this mean?
People are not allowed to have good eyesight.
"The pixels of such an old photo are not very high.
The faces of the two people in the room behind are blurry, except for the eyes which are very bright.
Do you know what this means?"
I shook my head blankly.
"This is not an ordinary photo.
If my guess is correct, the man and woman in it are ghosts, and both of them are possessed by the photo
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