Chen Qiang focused all his attention on the mission, paying no attention to Huai Yi's behavior, nor did he take it to heart.

He looked up at Boss Sang, who had calmed down, and asked, "You mentioned earlier that you had a dream. What was that about?"

Hearing this, Boss Sang waved his hand, indicating that he didn't want anyone to interrupt him.

"Continue from when you discovered the Japanese," Luo He said, as if he understood something.

Boss Sang was silent for a long time, as if bringing himself back to the scene at that time. "That...that Japanese, no, not a person, he's a ghost, he must be a ghost! How could a person suddenly appear in my room without me knowing?"

"I was so scared at the time, my legs trembled, and I almost sat on the ground, but I held back. You don't know how I held back at the time." Boss Sang tugged at his collar, still clearly frightened. "I didn't dare to make a sound, and just moved step by small step towards the door. My legs were already out of control."

Listening to Boss Sang's trembling voice, everyone could fully imagine how frightened he was, but they couldn't help but feel grateful.

Fortunately, he didn't make a sound, otherwise, when they arrived today, they would probably have found only a cold corpse with a strange smile on its face.

They weren't particularly interested in whether Boss Sang lived or died, but were glad he was alive only because they could get clues from him.

"When I touched the door, I pulled it open and ran out," Boss Sang said quickly. "But unexpectedly...unexpectedly, a very thick fog had risen outside."

Appearing to recall the moment, Boss Sang's voice began to change. "I've lived in this town for decades, and I've never seen such a thick fog."

"Probably...probably you could only see from here to there, and it wasn't even very clear," Boss Sang said, looking at Luo He.

Ever since Luo He covered his face with his hand, the latter had felt much more comfortable, and he had developed a strange trust in Luo He.

Upon hearing about the fog, something vaguely appeared in Luo He's eyes, but it disappeared after a moment. He nodded. "Continue."

"At first, I didn't think much about it. After all, there was that Japanese ghost in the room, so I hardened my heart and rushed out. I thought about going across the street to find the owner of Su's Restaurant. He and I are very close, and he and his wife live in the shop at night."

"I rushed to his door. It was late, and all the lights in his house were off. I didn't dare to knock loudly, so I could only knock with my hand and then get close to the door and say it was me, hurry up and open the door!"

"But what I didn't expect was that before I could use much force, the door creaked open. I was overjoyed and immediately slipped inside."

Hearing this, Huai Yi couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, thinking that this person was really lucky. If it had been someone else, they probably would have been torn to shreds.

"The first floor was very dark. I knew that the couple lived in a small room at the very end of the second floor, so I groped for the stairs. After going upstairs and turning a corner, I saw their room door was half-open, with light coming from inside."

"But...I just felt something was strange, an indescribable kind of strangeness. I slowly walked over, and the closer I got, the more uncomfortable my heart felt, as if something was pressing on it."

"After getting closer, I first called out my friend's name, but there was no response. The room was quiet, without a sound."

"But the light was on, there was light, so there should be someone inside. I didn't push the door open directly, but first looked inside through the crack in the door, but what I didn't expect...what I didn't expect!"

Speaking to this point, Boss Sang's eyes suddenly changed, and his emotions gradually spiraled out of control.

"What did you see?" Chen Qiang leaned over and asked in a low voice. Everyone instinctively felt that what he said next would be very important.

In an instant, Boss Sang suddenly turned his eyes and stared at Chen Qiang's face. The sudden change startled Chen Qiang. "It's the darkroom! It's my darkroom!" Boss Sang screamed.

The darkroom...

Huai Yi's eyes widened. How did the darkroom suddenly get mentioned again? Wasn't he just talking about Su's Restaurant, the room where his friend lived?

But the next second, Huai Yi looked at Boss Sang's twisted face, and his expression gradually changed, eventually becoming somewhat similar to Boss Sang's.

He understood. It wasn't that Boss Sang was nervous and his narration had gone wrong, but...

"Are you saying your friend's room turned into this darkroom?" Luo He asked quickly. He seemed to have grasped the problem.

"Not just that!" Boss Sang struggled to stand up, his eyes bloodshot, like a gambler who had lost everything. "And...that Japanese ghost!"

"He was standing behind the curtain, with his back to me, holding those photos in his hand!"

"He was just waiting for me there!"

"He knew I would come, he knew everything!"

"I was scared silly and didn't even know how I ran out. I only remembered falling on the stairs, and then I ran to the street and found that the doors of every shop were half-open. Looking through the cracks, inside were all my darkroom!"

"Behind the curtain in every darkroom stood a Japanese ghost!"

"All of them!"

Boss Sang covered his head and slumped weakly on the ground. Huai Yi thought about helping him up, but after thinking about it, he withdrew his hand.

It was better to let him calm down on his own and try not to stimulate him any further.

Judging from the perspective of an ordinary person, the man in front of him had already done very well. If it had been someone else, they might have collapsed directly.

"But in the end, you survived and returned to this photo studio, so..." Luo He paused, looking into Boss Sang's eyes, "You think this is actually a dream."

After a long while, Boss Sang finally came out of his memories. He squatted on the ground, his whole body exuding a sense of listlessness, as if he had aged more than ten years in an instant.

"Yes." He said in a hoarse voice, his eyes blank. "After I woke up, I was趴(pā: lying prone) on the desk in the darkroom, and those photos were in front of me."

"There was nothing behind the curtain either, and there was only the potion I had prepared in advance in the sink."

They roughly understood Boss Sang's thoughts. Everything in the past was like a dream, and after waking up, everything returned to zero and started again.

"But deep down, you don't agree with your judgment. You don't think it's a dream, but a real fact," Lin Wan'er said. "You're only convinced it's a dream to escape your fear."

Lin Wan'er looked into Boss Sang's eyes. "Why?"

It seemed that Lin Wan'er's words touched some nerve in Boss Sang. He slowly turned around and then lifted his clothes, his back facing them.

A dark handprint appeared in the lower part of his waist.

"I fell when I ran away from Su's Restaurant, and rolled from the second floor stairs to the first floor." Boss Sang took a breath and said, "Someone pushed me."