Luo He walked over, and then stretched out his hand and tore it. With a "tearing" sound, the curtain used for covering was torn off, and a hidden door was exposed.

The hidden door was not big, about the height of a person, and the width was only enough for one person to enter sideways.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Fu stepped forward quickly, raised her leg, and kicked the hidden door open.

"Don't do it! Don't... don't hit me, I have nothing to do with the Dongyang people. I have never done anything bad for them. I am really wronged. Please believe me!"

Behind the door was a small, narrow room. In the dim light, one could vaguely see a man slumped on the ground, his face full of fear.

Judging from his posture, he should have been hiding behind the door just now, but he didn't expect to be found so quickly, and then the door was kicked open.

"Who are you?" Huai Yi asked immediately.

The man inside was constantly begging for mercy, but after seeing the people outside the door clearly, the expression on his face changed, adding a touch of doubt to the fear, "You are..."

"Answer the question." Chen Qiang stared at the man and said in an unquestionable tone.

"Okay, okay, as long as you... you don't hurt me, I'll tell you everything." The man swallowed and said, "I am the owner of this photo studio. My surname is Sang, Sang Fuyin."

"Boss Sang." Luo He asked, "What are you doing?"

From the moment they came in, Boss Sang hid. Combining this with his pleas for mercy, it was obvious that he was hiding from someone.

"You... didn't come to make trouble for me?" Boss Sang asked vigilantly, while asking, he looked behind them, as if looking for someone.

But the next second, Fu Fu's words brought Boss Sang back to reality, "Not necessarily." Fu Fu narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms in front of her chest. She wasn't tall, but she had a lot of presence. "If you know what's good for you, we won't be here to make trouble, but if you don't tell the truth, then we'll beat you up first and then set your broken photo studio on fire."

Hearing this, Boss Sang, who had just stood up, staggered, and said with a sad face: "Don't, don't, my ancestors, my small shop is just barely making ends meet. My whole family depends on it for food."

As Boss Sang stood up, everyone couldn't help frowning. The man was probably in his early forties, with a rather thin build, wearing a Mandarin jacket and a long gown, with glasses on, and fair skin. He seemed to be living a good life.

But he had a sad face, and there were obvious injuries on his face. One eye socket was swollen, and there was still a palm print on his right cheek.

"Why were the photos in front of the door changed?" Huai Yi directly stated their purpose.

Hearing the mention of the photos, Boss Sang's legs went weak, "Oh, don't even mention it, I... what kind of sin did I commit!"

He pointed to his face, feeling both angry and wronged. "This injury is all because of these broken photos. They said that I used to collude with the Dongyang people and harm our own people. They didn't listen to my explanation. They came up and beat me up and smashed my equipment."

The more Boss Sang spoke, the more aggrieved he felt, and tears fell down.

"The war is over, why did you post the photos of the Dongyang people? What were you thinking?" Pi Ruan asked angrily.

"But I didn't post them. Am I sick to post this kind of thing?" Boss Sang explained aggrievedly, and then, as if he had thought of something, his face became fierce, "I don't know who did it, but don't let me find him. If I find him..."

"Alright." Luo He interrupted him, then took out his phone from his pocket, clicked on the screen a few times, and pointed the phone at Boss Sang, "Take a look, did you take these photos?"

"This..." Staring at the eerie, bluish faces on the screen, Boss Sang felt a chill in his heart, but he didn't dare to refuse, so he could only bite the bullet and identify them.

Boss Sang stretched out his hand and touched the screen of the phone. Suddenly, the screen went black, scaring him. Obviously, he couldn't understand this kind of high technology from decades later.

No one was in the mood to explain to him, just urging him to identify the photos.

"These photos... where did you find them?" Boss Sang raised his head and looked at Luo He with a puzzled face, "It is indeed our photo studio's style, but I don't remember taking these photos."

Suddenly, Boss Sang seemed to have thought of something, "Please wait a moment."

Boss Sang turned around and walked back into the dark room, and then there was a sound of searching. Immediately afterwards, he walked out with a relatively large photo in his hand.

Seeming a little nervous, Boss Sang kept looking towards the door. Chen Qiang understood and turned around to close the door. Then the group walked to the sofa.

"Look at this photo." Boss Sang handed over the photo. "I know the person in the photo, um... I can't say I know him, but I took photos for the Feng family. On the day of Old Master Feng's 60th birthday, their butler called me over, and then I took this group photo for them."

In the group photo, a group of people were surrounding an old man sitting in a grand chair in the middle. Whether it was due to the exposure or the shooting angle, the scene, which should have been festive, looked a little eerie after a long time.

Everyone in the photo was clearly smiling, but it just gave people a strange feeling.

They couldn't tell exactly what was strange.

Until...

"It's the angle." Lin Wan'er's gaze lingered on the photo for a moment, and she offered this insight.

Hearing this, everyone gathered around, staring at the photo. Slowly, the sound of gasps rang out from the crowd.

Everyone was horrified to discover that the expressions of the Feng family members in the photo were surprisingly consistent.

Their eyes, the angle at which their arms were hanging, and even the curve of their mouths were all exactly the same!

Their stiff bodies stood there like scarecrows made of straw.

Scanning across the faces of the Feng family members one by one, Luo He, holding his mobile phone, made a comparison, and soon, a terrible guess from before... came true.

All the Feng family members who appeared in the photo were dead.

Chen Qiang stretched out his hand and touched a spot on the photo, asking in confusion, "What is this?"

About one-fifth of the photo was damaged. When touched, it felt a little sticky, as if it had been glued on.

Huai Yi took the photo and subconsciously wanted to scratch it off with his hand, but Boss Sang stopped him, "Don't use your hands. If you need it, I can take care of it, but it will take time."

"How long will it take?" Lin Wan'er asked.

"Probably... about a day. You can come back tomorrow." Boss Sang said after looking at the stain on the photo and thinking about it.

Returning the photo to Boss Sang, Luo He looked around and continued to ask, "We've inquired. You're the only photo studio in the entire Graystone Town. The Dongyang people often came to you to take photos back then, right?"

Boss Sang's face changed. He was about to explain when Luo He continued, "Take out all the photos you took for the Dongyang people."