Chapter 121: taking pictures (1)

Chapter 121 Taking pictures (1)

This Xingshi Road is an old street, not very prosperous, but there are not too few people. If you want to maintain a small business here, it should not be a big problem.

If the business is small and well-known, there are many repeat customers, and even a small fortune can be made.

After Yan Junze approached Gu Bai, Gu Bai held his shoulder, very enthusiastic.

Yan Junze looked up and saw that the store named "Fantasy Photo Gallery" was not very big. The store outside was only about 20 square meters, and the decoration was exquisite, giving people a feeling that although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

In addition to the closed door of the inner room of the store, a thick layer of black cloth was hung on the door. According to Bao Bai's introduction, this room is the darkroom, which is usually used to develop negatives, so it must be kept dark.

There is another room on the side of the store, this is the living room of Gu Bai and his wife Lin Meng, and they have separated two small cubicles in the living room.

One compartment usually cooks to prevent the smell of smoke from flying into the bedroom and dirtying the bedding.

The other compartment is the photo room, and the utilization of the area of the room has reached the extreme.

The moment he saw Gu Bai's wife, Yan Junze suddenly realized why this guy Zhou Dali heard that he was going to sleep here at night, so he immediately volunteered to come over to sleep, and he wasn't even afraid of the weirdness.

The kid must have heard something beforehand.

This woman has light yellow wavy hair, is of medium height, slender, fair skin, protruding and backward, and even has an incomparably sweet voice.

"Gu Bai, this kid, has a lot of good luck!"

This was Yan Junze's first feeling after seeing his wife.

However, his wife also looked a little haggard, but she put on light makeup to cover it up, and she couldn't see it unless she looked carefully.

"This is my wife, Lin Meng." Gu Bai introduced, "Under normal circumstances, she sleeps deeply at night, so I hear the most abnormal noises in the darkroom. If it wasn't for the fact that she was dragged away in her sleep last time If you hurt your ankle, you may not even wake up."

"But since that time, I don't dare to sleep at night." Lin Meng timidly said.

When she said these words, her wonderful eyes turned, and she turned to the direction of the darkroom: "Now it is the darkroom, and I dare not go there alone."

"Fortunately, everything is normal during the day." Gu Bai said: "Only at night will something strange happen."

"Are you sure there are abnormalities every night?" Yan Junze asked.

"Yes." Gu Bai nodded, "Basically every night, but occasionally the sound is very small, but I'm very sensitive, so I still hear it."

With obviously weak nerves, he rubbed his forehead, pointed to the tea in front of Yan Junze, and said, "The water is not hot, you can drink it."

"Yes." Yan Junze raised his teacup and took a sip.

Gu Bai poured some freshly boiled water into it.

"You guys still sleep on the bed at night." Yan Junze said: "The bedroom is separated from the darkroom by this storefront, and I sleep on the sofa here in the storefront. It just separates you from the darkroom."

The couple looked at each other.

Gu Bai nodded: "Okay, this time I really trouble you."

"I'll get you a clean bedding." Lin Meng stood up and walked into the bedroom.

Her movements were quick, and she quickly spread a layer of sky-blue sheets and a quilt on the sofa.

The quilt is really clean and exudes the fragrance of laundry detergent, making it very comfortable to lie on.

Since arriving here, Yan Junze has been observing the space-time map, but the map did not send any prompt information about the mission.

Chances are, the weirdness that haunts the night isn't present yet.

"Are there any details that you didn't mention?" Yan Junze asked after sitting down.

The couple thought for a while.

Lin Meng suddenly became a little shy, and hesitated for a moment before speaking: "I don't know if it's a dream. After I fall asleep these days, I always feel that someone is touching me."

Gu Bai and Yan Junze's eyes widened at the same time.

"Isn't it me?" Gu Bai asked immediately.

Yan Junze seemed to see the green grass growing on his head.

"No, no." Lin Meng glanced at Yan Junze, as if a little embarrassed, "You misunderstood, it's not that kind of touching. I seem to be dreaming, feeling that someone is touching my feet, or it's not touching, but just feeling the foot Hands are oily, greasy and wet."

Yan Junze felt that the more Lin Meng described it, the darker it became. No, for Gu Bai, the more he described it, the greener it became.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Gu Bai's tone was a bit wrong.

"At first I thought it was you, but then I felt like I was dreaming, and there was nothing unusual when I woke up in the morning." Lin Meng said.

The atmosphere between the couple was a little stiff.

"Well, I probably know the situation." Yan Junze nodded, "As for this matter, I think you should go back to the house to talk about it, and I will smooth it out first. If you hear any movement tonight, don't come out. Wait in the bedroom unless I notify you."

The couple nodded.

The photo studio closed after eight o'clock, and now it's half past nine. After Yan Junze went to the bathroom in the bedroom ahead of time, he went back to lie on the sofa outside the store.

Then Gu Bai and Lin Meng returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

Still no task information prompt popped up, Yan Junze half-lyed on the bed, took out his phone and opened Moments to read it.

After a while, he received a message from Zhang Xiaomo.

"I'm going back to Tianmeng District tomorrow. I'll stay in Suncheon tonight. It's the weekend. Do you want to go out for supper?"

Yan Junze: "Sister, there is a supper on any street at night, unless it is opened by you spirit killers."

Zhang Xiaomo: "There are here in the hotel. If you have time, come over and I will ask you about the situation that day in detail, and I will take you back later."

Yan Junze: "No, I still need to review my homework. I will tell you when we meet another day."

After chatting for a few words, Yan Junze put down the phone, and Yan Junze wondered if this was the first time he rejected a girl's initiative to date.

It just seems that there is something wrong. If it is really a date, in this case, the man should send the woman home, not the other way around.

Damn weird times!

There was no movement in the room at all, Yan Junze closed his eyes, thinking whether it was Gu Bai and Lin Meng's illusion, there is actually nothing weird here, otherwise why would the task prompt information have not been displayed?

In a daze, I don't know when I fell asleep.

It was late at night when I woke up, the lights in the house were off, only a little light from the street lamp outside.

At this moment, the time-space map in Yan Junze's mind suddenly popped up a task prompt.

【Task name: Take pictures;

Mission Level: Trembling (Medium);

Mission Background: During his lifetime, he was a veteran street shooter, walking all over the streets and alleys to follow beautiful women, and constantly wandering on the edge of the law. After provoking a woman from a big brother, he was caught by these furious guys, took eighteen sets of **** photos in various poses, and distributed them all. Then, he committed suicide, but never repented...

Mission description: He is an extremely sinister, morally corrupt, shameless villain, and he will still be like this after death, so being completely exterminated is his final return;

Mission reward: 700 different-dimensional energy points;

Mission penalty: He will let you eat all the photos in the darkroom;

Task tips: 1. The evil spirit can be locked, but will you lock this kind of dregs? 2. The hatred for the camera makes his weird form very strange; 3. Maybe you need a tool;

Note: Keep him away from you. 】

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(end of this chapter)

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