Chapter 71 A Family's Demise

Nodding, Jiang Cheng indicated that he understood his meaning, then turned to look at Luo He. "What do you think about the events in the Feng family's Western-style house?"

"The people living in the house are all from the Feng family, and there are people behind every door, but they are all dead," Luo He said. "Just like them."

Luo He gestured with his eyes. Clearly, he was saying that they were all like the two people lying on the ground.

"The Feng family is completely wiped out?" Pi Ruan exclaimed, as if frightened by this idea.

"That shouldn't be, the Feng family is so big, there should be a lot of people inside," Fatty echoed Pi Ruan, then looked at Jiang Cheng. "Besides, didn't Director Qiao say that if we drag it on any longer, the Feng family will be wiped out? That means there are still people alive in the Feng family now."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng didn't react much, but Fu Fu grinned and looked Fatty up and down. "You don't have to listen to their words, just treat them like farts."

Seemingly not expecting this cute girl to be so rude, Fatty didn't know how to respond for a moment.

But Fu Fu only said this sentence and then let him go.

"You can come and see. I took some photos when I left," Luo He's voice rang out at the right time.

He took out a mobile phone from his pocket, turned it on, and pointed the screen at Jiang Cheng.

There was a photo on the phone.

It was Linghu Yong.

Before, through Huai Yi's description, everyone already understood how strange the photo was, but until they saw this photo, they realized that they had underestimated it.

Linghu Yong, posed in a bizarre posture, seemed to be performing some kind of mysterious ritual. Apart from that body, almost every part of him was filled with strangeness.

That eerie smiling face, and the dry grass gushing out from the wound.

Whether it was preconceived or not, they couldn't see a trace of joy from Linghu Yong's smiling face, but instead... it was full of fear and pain.

This made people wonder, what exactly did he see in the last moment before his death?

Taking Luo He's phone, Jiang Cheng flipped through the photos one by one.

There were about a dozen photos inside. Apart from Linghu Yong, the others were all unfamiliar faces.

There were young people in their 20s, middle-aged people in their 40s, and an old man with sunken eye sockets who could barely stand with the help of a cane.

Without exception, these people were all dressed in gorgeous clothes.

And their condition was the same as Linghu Yong's. Apart from the tattered skin, there was only dry grass filling the skin.

Stiff, dull, rigid, eerie... All these words combined were not enough to describe their strangeness.

Obviously, they were all from the Feng family, and the old man among them should be the real head of the Feng family, Old Man Feng.

But looking at it now, Jiang Cheng's guess came true.

The Feng family was wiped out.

Jiang Cheng paused for a moment in front of a photo. The photo was of a young man, about 30 years old.

Jiang Cheng had seen this person a few days ago, in the basement of the police station.

If he remembered correctly, his name was Feng Delin, the third son of Old Man Feng.

Now it seemed that the Feng family had a family reunion underground.

Just as Jiang Cheng was thinking, a hand stretched out, holding the phone, as if wanting to take it away.

Normally, it would definitely be impossible, but after seeing that hand, Jiang Cheng took the initiative to let go.

"Is there a problem?" Jiang Cheng tilted his head, looking at Lin Wan'er's profile.

Lin Wan'er lowered her head, her eyebrows trembled slightly, and then returned to normal. "We've seen these photos."

"Seen them? Where?" Zhao Xingguo asked, his eyes red as he stood up from the ground, his emotions returning to normal.

Now he was the only one left. He had just checked. Linghu Yong's condition was the same as Pan Du's, both in a state of living dead.

There was a heartbeat, but the body was cold, without breathing, and no signs of corpse spots had been found yet.

If that ghost was really like what Yangzi said, related to the gods in the shrine, then Linghu Yong and Pan Du were not completely dead. They were trapped in a dream.

In other words, as long as the speed was fast enough, they still had a chance to come back to life.

Staring at the screen, after a moment, Jiang Cheng seemed to have thought of something and said in a low voice, "It's that photo studio."

This sentence caused a wave among the crowd. Fu Fu widened her eyes and walked up. After looking at it for a few times, she restrained her cynical attitude and turned to look at Luo He, asking for confirmation, "It really is, it really is the style of that photo studio."

Hearing this, Fatty suddenly said loudly, "By the way, do you guys remember what we saw on the wall of that photo studio?"

"Photos of Japanese people!"

They noticed that photo studio because of those photos.

If Wu Dali hadn't happened to come out of the photo studio and interrupt their plan, they would have gone in and taught the boss a hard lesson.

Several photos of Japanese people were posted on the glass wall outside the photo studio.

It seemed that the owner of the photo studio used to be very close to them.

Photo studio, these strange photos, the dead Feng family, the Japanese, and even Wu Er Gou and Wu Dali who brought them here... Several scattered clues suddenly converged.

Without delay, everyone immediately began to formulate the next action plan.

Jiang Cheng analyzed the current situation, his eyes sweeping over everyone. "From the current point of view, this ghost's killing method is through illusions, dreams, and can even change and invade our cognition without disturbing others around the victim."

This was not difficult to infer. Linghu Yong and Pan Du were not idiots, they would not leave without permission.

In other words, they were both killed by the ghost in a relatively safe environment.

Especially Pan Du, he died in his own bed.

Combined with the background of that ballad, Jiang Cheng was confident that they were likely led into a dream by the ghost.

Then, they died in the dream.

Jiang Cheng turned his head and glanced out the window. Through the gap, it was still relatively dark outside. "It's not completely light yet. After it's completely light, we'll split up."

"I'll go find Yangzi to find out about the shrine. You go to the photo studio. In any case, you must find the owner of the photo studio and ask about the origin of the photos." Speaking of this, Jiang Cheng looked at Luo He.

"It might not be very smooth with the owner of the photo studio. After all, the Japanese and us..." Huai Yi couldn't help but worry.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Fu Fu. She sneered and glanced at Huai Yi. "You don't have to worry about this. As long as I find him, I have ways to make him talk."

There was a brief eye contact with Fu Fu, and a feeling of fear suddenly surged in Huai Yi's heart. He closed his slightly opened mouth again.

"What other information will Yangzi have?" In Fatty's opinion, she was just an ordinary Japanese woman, and even her survival was a problem.

"You can ask her why the Feng family subsidized them," Lin Wan'er brushed the hair beside her ear. "Also, who exactly is this person...?"