Chapter 332 The person in the photo (2) (5000 words, please subscribe! Please ask for a monthly pass!)

   At first, Yan Junze thought that the person in the photo turned his head away, which was just an ordinary weirdness, which should be formed by a certain weirdness in order to complete a certain obsession.

  But after hearing what Huang Chen said, he didn't expect that so many strange incidents of the people in the photos turning their heads had happened in Suncheon City, and even caused more than ten deaths!

  In this way, what happened to Xia Ruolan is not an isolated case.

  Yan Junze didn't hide anything, and said: "I happened to meet a friend today and told me about the fact that she turned her head away from the photos on her mobile phone, so I asked you."

   "What's your friend's name?" Huang Chen asked, as if he was still looking down at the records.

   "Xia Ruolan, a girl." Yan Junze said.

   "Well, there is this person who dialed 4747 this morning." Huang Chen quickly turned to the report record.

   "What are you going to do now?" Yan Junze asked. To be honest, he also felt clueless about this matter.

  The most important thing is that so far only the weirdness appears in the photos, and the people in the photos are all turning their heads, and there is no third party, so it is impossible to know what form this weirdness exists in and what its purpose is.

   In this case, even Yan Junze has nothing to do.

However, the spirit removal team obviously still has some information. Huang Chen said: "Of the 12 people who died after reporting the crime, half of them died in their sleep, and the other half died in an accident. Our investigation found that in the sleep Those who died had struggled violently during their lifetime, but no trace of other people could be found near the body."

   "In other words, maybe no one appeared at the bedside to kill them." Yan Junze said, "Were they killed in their sleep?"

  This inference reminded him of Ning Ji, the lantern girl.

  If it wasn't for Xianger's help last time, Yan Junze himself might have died in his sleep.

   "It may be so." Huang Chen continued: "The group of people who died in the accident all died from the same fatal injury..."

   After talking with Huang Chen for a while, he hung up the phone.

   Into the night.

  Yan Junze lay on the bed with his eyes open, and the light on the bedside table was turned on to the lowest setting, only a pale yellow soft light glowed.

  Xiang'er was still standing tirelessly in front of the window sill, staring into the distance.

  Ku Zai, who was sleeping on the floor, was completely speechless. Looking at the moving figure, he reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and turned to the quilt that had been made beside him. He still folded the corner of the quilt thoughtfully.

   But looking at it now, the folded quilt corner looks like a gaping mouth, ruthlessly laughing at herself: You have a good idea, even if the girl stays up late every night and stands up, she can't sleep with you! !

  Ku Zai clearly remembers that Xiang'er didn't sleep last night, and she was all standing up, and she ran outside all day today, so it's impossible to make up for sleep outside. This is not scientific!

  His body was already weak, the first night was because of excitement, but the second night seemed to have expected the same ending, so he soon fell asleep in a daze.

  Yan Junze was thinking about the conversation with Huang Chen just now, planning the best way to deal with the weirdness of this photo, and picked up his phone to look at the photos Xia Ruolan sent to him.

  In the photo, Xia Ruolan's head is still facing the camera sideways.

  One o'clock in the morning, outside Fenghua Community.

  On the street opposite the gate of the community, a single street lamp casts dim light to drive away the darkness, but this street still looks relatively dark.

Several weird ones with different shapes, either squatting, standing, or floating in mid-air, all stared at the Fenghua community, as if penetrating the wall, looking in the direction of the Yan family, There was an unquenchable longing.

  But starting from the guard room of Fenghua Community, it seemed that an invisible barrier had been established there, and none of the monsters dared to approach it rashly, and they all just wandered around.

  The opposite road was close to the sewer fence on the side of the street. At this moment, there was a slight vibration and rustling sound.

   Not long after, five rotten fingers passed through the gaps in the fence and grabbed the edge of the fence. The nails on the fingers had all fallen off, and the skin turned up, and thick water flowed out.

  The moment this hand appeared, the other monsters immediately retreated and retreated in horror.

  The next second, a deep groan|groan came from it, and the exposed five fingers, together with the horror and weirdness in the sewer, turned into a puff of black smoke, gushing out of the sewer.

  Black smoke gathered on the street, and quickly condensed together, turning into a rotting man with hands and feet, but they seemed to be broken, and he limped towards the gate of Fenghua Community.

  After this terrifying and rotten monster appeared, the other monsters seemed to see the **** of plague, hiding far away, looking at this side in horror, not daring to approach at all.

  Black air emanated from the rotten and weird body, and greed and longing appeared on the same rotten face at this time.

  He stumbled to the gate of the community, and then the invisible oppression he had been feeling poured out from the gate of the community, crazily approaching him, like a flood flooding his body in an instant.

   There was a slight pause for the weirdness, but he still raised his leg and stepped out, crossing the range parallel to the line of the security room of the community, and entering the coercive area.

   This is the first time in a long time that a monster has approached or even entered Fenghua Community at such a close distance.

   At this time, the rotten and weird speed began to slow down, but it was still limping forward.

Not long after, he finally walked into the gate of the community, but as he walked forward, rotten flesh and blood began to fall off his body, walking hard, but showing persistence, looking up at the rotten head, pitch black His eyeballs stared in the direction of the Yan family's floor.

   At this moment, the rotten monster suddenly shook violently and stopped.

  He lowered his head and looked at his rotten stomach. About two seconds later, the wound on the stomach was suddenly torn apart very big.

  An old woman's head emerged from the belly, then slowly drilled out, suspended in front of the rotten and weird eyes.

   There is a blood-red silk thread fluttering under the neck of the old woman's head, swaying slightly, extremely gorgeous.

And the moment her head came out, the rotten monster let out a miserable cry, but the moment the cry came out, it was immediately suppressed by a powerful and invisible force, which narrowed the range of the sound transmission to this Between inches, no one can hear.

   The rot was weird, right under the eyes of the old woman, it rotted inch by inch, and fell to the ground and turned into nothingness.

  The old lady looked at all this quietly with a kind face and a smile.

  At this time, there were no more strange people daring to stay outside the community, and they left one by one as if fleeing for their lives.

  At the same moment, in the pipe room of the underground garage, some black worms appeared out of thin air on the headless body again, crawling on the surface of the body, ready to eat.

  However, the two strange babies had been waiting by the side for a long time. The moment the black worm appeared, they immediately pounced on it and feasted on it, rattling.

  …

That night.

  Xia Ruolan took a shower early, smoked her head with a special wormwood herb bag, said it would help her sleep, and then climbed into bed to prepare for sleep.

  Her husband Deng Bing knew that his wife had been restless and in a bad state of mind these past two days, so he also sat on the bed with her, picked up a book and began to read.

  Xia Ruolan lay on her side hugging her husband's arm, narrowed her eyes slightly, and soon fell asleep.

  She slept soundly that night. She called 4747 during the day, and told Yan Junze face-to-face at night that the spirit remover, she had been restless, and at this moment she finally had a little peace.

  Xia Ruolan didn't dare and didn't want to look at the photos on her mobile phone for the time being, for fear that the person in the photo would keep turning her head, causing her to be flustered and unable to fall asleep.

  Now with her husband by her side, she fell into a deep sleep.

  In a trance, I stood on a green grassland, with a boundless horizon, the breeze lifted Xia Ruolan's hair, and caressed the skin of her bare|exposed arms and calves.

  Xia Ruolan lowered her head slightly, and realized that she was barefoot and didn't wear shoes, but under the gentle touch of the sun, her tender white soles seemed to become crystal clear, with blue blood vessels faintly visible.

  As a kindergarten teacher, Xia Ruolan knows very well that this kind of spacious and flat grass is the most comfortable and safe place for children to play.

   Thoughts came together, and the laughter of children came from behind.

  She turned her head and saw that the children in her class, male and female, with familiar little faces, were running and chasing each other, while a teacher in the same class was running around to take care of them.

  Seeing Xia Ruolan approaching, the female teacher took off the camera hanging from her chest, and said to her: "Mr. Xia, come quickly, hold Yingying in your arms, and I'll take a picture for you."

  Xia Ruolan walked over with a smile on her face, picked up a chubby little girl with two braids on her head, and said, "Come on, Yingying, look over there, and make gestures with the teacher, huh!"

   Click!

  The female teacher took a photo, but instead of putting down the camera, she stretched out her right hand to signal them to get closer: "One more photo, pay attention, um, turn your head, turn your head..."

  Xia Ruolan was taken aback for a moment, at first she thought she had heard wrongly, and she didn't know why she suddenly told her to turn her head, so she just faced the camera and stared at the female teacher without moving.

   "Turn your head, I tell you to turn your head!"

  The female teacher's tone suddenly became severe. The camera pointed in this direction, and her voice was delicate, sharp and high-pitched.

   "Turn your head away! Turn your head away!"

  Xia Ruolan was completely stunned at this time. In the panic, the girl Yingying who was holding her in her hand suddenly slammed and disappeared into a cloud of white smoke.

  Xia Ruolan's hands were empty, and she was at a loss for what to do, terrified.

   "I tell you...Turn! Go! Head! Go!"

  The female teacher still did not put down the camera that was taking pictures, and her voice suddenly became extremely shrill.

ah!

  Xia Ruolan screamed, sat up suddenly, and found that she was drenched in sweat, and her face was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat.

   "So, this is a dream!"

   Looking sideways, she was the only one lying on the bed, and her husband was not sitting beside her.

  But there is still a sunken mark next to the pillow, and her husband Deng Bing should have just got out of bed and left.

   Sitting up from the bed, I heard the sound of the TV coming from the direction of the living room, as if it was the voice of a certain costume drama.

  Xia Ruolan still felt the panic in her heart, she didn't dare to continue to sleep alone, thinking that her husband must have seen that she was fast asleep, so he couldn't help running to the living room to watch TV.

  She lifted the quilt, put on her slippers, got out of bed and walked to the bedroom door.

  At this time, the bedroom door was ajar and not closed tightly. Here, the voice from the TV in the living room could be heard more clearly.

   "Deng Bing, why are you watching TV? I had a nightmare just now." Xia Ruolan opened the door and walked out, wiping the sweat off her forehead with her hand.

  She didn't blame her husband, it's just that the nightmare just now was too scary, and now Xia Ruolan urgently needs to find someone to rely on to relieve the tension and fear in her heart.

  Deng Bing did not answer, obviously watching TV with gusto.

  Xia Ruolan quickly walked to the living room, stood by the TV and looked at her husband who was sitting on the sofa.

  But Xia Ruolan was taken aback immediately, because she found that her husband was not watching TV, but turned his head behind the sofa, not knowing what he was watching.

   "Deng Bing?"

  Xia Ruolan was a little surprised, walked over, and called her husband's name.

   But Deng Bing still didn't turn his head back, as if the scene behind the sofa was more exciting than the TV series currently playing.

  Xia Ruolan came to Deng Bing and patted him on the shoulder in surprise: "What are you looking at?"

   Deng Bing moved a bit, but still ignored it.

  Xia Ruolan was a little scared, but she was facing her husband, no matter how frightened she was, she would not turn around and run away. She grabbed Deng Bing's shoulder and broke it hard. His body was as solid as a rock, and she couldn't break it.

   "Deng Bing, what are you doing?"

  Xia Ruolan hurried around the sofa and walked to the window behind the sofa.

  There is a row of green plants here. When she walked over, she accidentally pricked the thorns of the agave. The pain made her feel dazed and dizzy.

  After arriving at the back of Deng Bing, Xia Ruolan bent over and leaned over. After seeing the scene in front of her, she suddenly trembled.

I saw that Deng Bing's neck seemed to be twisted by a force, all facial features were twisted together, almost shifted, his lips were also pulled by this force, the upper lip was lifted up, exposing teeth and gums, and saliva flowed smoothly. Dripping from the corner of the mouth.

  Xia Ruolan was terrified, and immediately backed away.

It was as if Deng Bing was struggling with the twisted neck, playing games with the invisible force, which made the neck make a crackling sound, his lips moved, and an indistinct voice sounded; "Turn your head, turn your head... "

  Xia Ruolan screamed involuntarily, stepped back quickly, and was once again stabbed severely by the agave's thorns.

  Boom!

  Her limbs twitched, as if she had fallen into an endless abyss, and a powerful sense of weightlessness hit her.

   Startled suddenly, he opened his eyes and found himself still lying on the bed.

   "Dream? Or dreaming?"

  The light in the bedroom was soft and still on. Xia Ruolan lay half curled up on the bed, and her husband Deng Bing was still sitting beside her, leaning against the head of the bed, but instead of reading a book, he was looking at his mobile phone.

   "What's wrong? I had a nightmare." Deng Bing said softly.

  Xia Ruolan's body was still trembling, she nodded: "Well, the nightmare just now feels so real to me."

  She found that her body was sweating, but not to the point of profuse sweating, but her hands and feet were cold.

   "Why are you still awake? What time is it?" Xia Ruolan said softly.

  Deng Bing stared at the phone and replied: "It's twelve o'clock now, I'm going to bed right away, I'll watch it later."

   "What are you looking at?" Xia Ruolan raised her head, glanced at it, and then froze.

  He discovered that the mobile phone her husband was holding was not his own, but hers, and the screen of the mobile phone was opening the photo that made people shudder.

  In the group photo, I turned my head sideways, only half of my face was facing the camera.

   "Why are you watching this?" Xia Ruolan was suddenly terrified, and most of her sleepiness woke up.

   Deng Bing did not answer.

  Xia Ruolan sat up and grabbed the phone, trying to turn it off.

  But Deng Bing didn't let go, just said: "Don't you think... this photo is very emotional?"

   "What...how does it feel?" Xia Ruolan was a little angry, "Give me your phone, don't open this picture now, I'm afraid!"

  Finally grabbed the phone, Xia Ruolan was about to turn off the photo, but before her fingers touched the phone screen, she saw herself in the photo, and turned her head slowly back again.

  After turning this time, only a little profile can be seen.

   "Deng... Deng Bing, look... have you seen it? Look..."

  Before she finished speaking, Xia Ruolan looked up and found that Deng Bing was smiling, and just stretched out his hands, closed them slightly, and hugged her head.

   Immediately, a twisting force was generated, and Deng Bing forcibly turned his head to the left.

   "Turn your head, turn your head..., turn your head..."

"ah!"

  Xia Ruolan was terrified, struggling desperately, and quickly laid her body flat on the bed, kicking her feet in Deng Bing's direction.

  Deng Bing originally pounced on her after she lay down, but was quickly kicked away.

   Wanting to get closer again, Xia Ruolan slammed the cell phone tightly in his hand at his face, hitting his forehead, turned around and climbed out of the bed, and ran towards the bedroom door.

   In a panic, something tripped the sole of her foot, and Xia Ruolan threw herself on the ground.

  Body went numb, she trembled violently, opened her eyes quickly, and found that she was still lying on the bed.

  He was a little confused, and when he looked sideways, the sky outside the window was already bright.

  Xia Ruolan rubbed her eyes in astonishment, and turned her head to see her husband Deng Bing lying beside him, with half of his head buried under the quilt, sleeping soundly.

  At this moment, she was in a daze, unable to figure out whether the scene in front of her was real or a dream.

  But she could actually hear the snoring from her husband.

   Stretched out his hand under the quilt, grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table, turned on the screen and looked at the time, it showed that it was 8:32 in the morning.

  But Xia Ruolan is still worried, and has no bottom in her heart.

  She didn't dare to move around anymore, and didn't dare to get up. She grabbed her phone and thought about it, and dialed a series of numbers.

   "Hello." Not long after, someone answered the phone.

  Xia Ruolan cried: "Help me, Master Yan! I don't know if I'm dreaming or awake..."

  (end of this chapter)