Leng Rushuang and I agreed that if we want to settle this matter, we must start from the camera. But because of the age of time, it is really difficult to investigate the truth. In the critical moment, we thought of Assistant Wang again.

When the silly boy heard that Leng Rushuang had something to do, he immediately rushed over.

Leng Rushuang asked him where he could check the previous news? Wang Tezhu thought about it and replied seriously: "You can go to the provincial library, where all the newspapers after the liberation of Hangzhou are stored."

Leng Rushuang's eyes lit up, and she took us out without thinking.

Assistant Wang drove us to the provincial library, and was still caring about Leng Rushuang diligently along the way. But the goddess was full of ghosts and evil ghosts at this moment, and she had no intention of paying attention to him. Assistant Wang could not help but show a sad look.

We rushed to the library and with the help of Special Assistant Wang, we successfully entered the place where all newspapers after Liberation were stored. There were dozens of tall bookshelf in a room of 100 square meters, and each floor was filled with newspapers. After reading one by one, I guess I would be not far from death...

Leng Rushuang ignored my protest and immediately ordered us to start looking for all the news related to the Haunted House. Assistant Wang was confused: "Ms. Leng, are you interested in the Haunted House?"

I thought with a bad heart: She is not only interested in ghost houses, she is interested in all ghosts!

Leng Rushuang and Special Assistant Wang began to flip through the newspapers one by one. When I was so tired that my back was sore, I looked up and found that the man in sunglasses stood by holding his arms casually watching the fun. I protested to Leng Rushuang: "Hey! You can't be so ruthless, right? Why don't he come to flip the newspaper?"

Leng Rushuang said lightly: "The reason is very simple. He doesn't recognize words. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has never read a book for a day."

Well, this reason is too fierce, so I can't even say anything refuted.

Too cruel!

The dense handwriting on the newspaper made me want to vomit, but it was full of news about the price increase of grain and the incompetence of the Republic of China government. I was dazzled and wanted to faint at any time.

Just a second before I was about to give up, Special Assistant Wang suddenly shouted: "Come here, come and see, there is news about the ghost house here."

Leng Rushuang and I hurried over and saw a fire news written on the yellowed newspaper.

The fire house happened in the ghost house, which was originally a photo shop. The owner was a Frenchman named Steve. Unfortunately, the Chinese people at that time were still very pedantic and did not know much about photography. They were even rumored by the White Lotus Sect at that time that the camera was invented by evil ghosts. As long as it was photographed, they would immediately be sucked away. Coincidentally, a female student in the Republic of China was accidentally hit and killed by a tram on the way home after taking the photos. The people in her family thought of the White Lotus Sect's statement and thought that Steve killed his daughter.

At that time, the incident was getting worse and worse because it involved foreigners, and the White Lotus Sect was fanning the flames. Later, the people blamed the government for protecting foreigners, so they simply organized a group of thugs to rush to the photo studio, and a fire burned the photo studio...

The news also said that Steve survived because he had something to do when he went out, but his family was not so lucky. All seven innocent people, including his wife and children, died in the fire. Steve was almost collapsed and almost crazy.

Afterwards, he returned to France in shame, and there was no news at all.

Leng Rushuang and I secretly studied: "Is this camera left by Steve? Because his family died in the fire, they turned into evil spirits and attached themselves to the camera to harm people?"

But I always feel that things won't be as simple as that.

I suddenly thought of a solution and discussed with Leng Rushuang: "Do you still remember the dream I had that night? The night I went to the ghost house, I saw many people, who might have been killed by the camera. I want to try to have another dream like that. This time you are observing in secret, so as long as I am not in danger of my life, don't rush to save me."

Leng Rushuang was a little worried: "Would it be too risky?"

"Our industry is an industry that is dangerous at any time!" I comforted her and decided to implement the plan tonight.

On the way back to the hotel, Wang Teshou carefully asked who we were? He had made so many things, and even a fool knew that we were not as simple as asking for peace talismans.

Leng Rushuang smiled and said, "Tell you the truth, we are the same group as Mr. Bai." Anyway, Mr. Bai has come to us for cooperation on his own initiative, so she is not a lie to say this.

Assistant Wang looked surprised, but he didn't say much.

After returning to the hotel, Leng Rushuang told me some specific details. But I knew in my heart that when it was really urgent, huge danger was inevitable.

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

Soon, I fell asleep and came to the room with countless photos hanging again. This time, without the tension and panic I had before, I began to study the photos carefully, but unexpectedly I found that all of these were portraits that I would use after my death.

The Chinese portraits have a long history. Although there was no high-end product like cameras in ancient times, emperors or rich people of all dynasties would ask painters to paint for themselves and then hand them over to future generations to admire and serve as a souvenir.

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

It was indeed the ghost house, which was spotlessly clean and was particularly quiet around. When the footsteps came again, I didn't panic at all, and watched the people walking one by one.

Their eyes looked at me were numb, and they seemed to be very disdainful of my arrival.

These people dress differently, from all ages. I even saw four young people dressed in fashionable clothes. If I guess correctly, they should be the four college students who were with Lin Li.

Why are their souls here?

They were obviously very afraid of the camera in my hand and formed a circle, but they did not dare to step forward rashly.

I had to ask calmly, "Does anyone know the origin of this camera?"

No one answered, so I had to ask again and explained: "I came to help you. If you don't untie the secret of the camera, your soul will be imprisoned here forever!"

This time the crowd was a little moved, and the last girl in the Republic of China costume walked out slowly and said pitifully: "I know its origin!"
Chapter completed!