Living Sacrifice

There must be something wrong with this matter!

I just don't understand why there are people in these photos. It didn't look like a prank either.

Moreover, who would be so bored as to scare a bunch of strangers?

Obviously, this matter was not as simple as he had imagined. If the photo wasn't too small, it was very likely that a person had appeared on it.

No, it wasn't exactly a person.

Of course, no matter what happens in the picture, it has nothing to do with me. Following the principle of not being concerned about my own safety, I hurriedly returned the photo in my hands to its owner.

I avoided these dirty things. If I could avoid provoking them, then I wouldn't provoke them. After all, I'm just crossing the river in a muddleheaded manner. How would I have the time to bother with others?

It seems that my plan to get a temporary residence permit has failed after what happened in the police station, but it's not a big deal. It's not a big deal to delay it for a day or two.

From the looks of it, these people would not leave for a while. There were a few of them yelling that they were going to call the police.

"Call the police? If the police could solve this problem, I would have already gone to the police. "How could he be in such a sorry state?"

I found it funny to hear the voices shouting for the police. This might be what they call desperate medical attention.

However, it was normal for these people to have this kind of reaction when encountering something like this. After all, the saying that the people had matters to attend to to to the police had already become deeply ingrained in the minds of the people.

I turned around and prepared to leave. It was about time for the grandma to wake up. It was time to go back and prepare lunch for her.

No matter what, the grandma was still injured. If she couldn't keep up with her nutrition, it would be difficult for her to recover.

Only now did I realize the true meaning of the phrase "time is life". If I were to stay in Jiangxia Town for one more day, my life would be in danger.

But in the circumstances, I'm afraid I can only pray to God that the Lady's health recovers soon.

"Bam!"

Just as I was about to step out of the room, I heard a muffled sound.

Fortunately, I reacted quickly and retreated the moment I heard the sound. The door that was originally wide open was instantly closed. If I had been even a step slower, I would have crashed into the metal door.

"Who?" "You're courting death!"

My first thought was that someone was trying to harm me. If I were to collide with the metal door at such a fast speed, even if I didn't die, I would still lose a layer of skin.

It was obvious that someone was trying to harm me.

"No, there's no one here!" It should be the wind, right? "

While I was still angry, the middle-aged man who gave me the photo before pushed the door open again and looked around before speaking to me.

It could be seen that although the middle-aged man said this, the expression on his face betrayed him. He stared at everyone in confusion, as if he couldn't believe what he was saying.

"It can't be the wind! There must be someone! "

As soon as the man finished his words, I retorted.

You know, the layout of this police station is very strange. From the moment I took my first step here, I noticed that all the doors were facing outwards.

Think about it. Doors that are opened outwards are rarely seen. Not only is this arrangement not convenient to enter, it can easily harm others. And according to many of the older generation, it is very hard to gather wealth outside the doors! To put it bluntly, if someone's door was open towards the outside, then this kind of feng shui situation would make it difficult to keep the God of Fortune.

However, this was not the main point. The most important point was that the door was clearly pasted on the wall just now. This meant that no matter how strong the wind was, it was impossible to move it.

"That's weird!" It's not a person, and it's not the wind. Could it be a ghost? "

The middle-aged man seemed to agree with what I said and muttered.

"Ghost!"

Hearing the word "ghost", I instinctively looked around. Although this was an unintentional remark from the middle-aged man, it seemed to me that this matter was most likely related to ghosts.

From the looks of it, the fact that someone had appeared in the photo was a form of warning to these people.

But I really don't understand why these people have nothing to do with me. Why do they want to harm me? Could it be that it's because I helped them look at the pictures? It must be the same warning as before!

I figured it all out and walked out the door again.

"Bam!"

But just as I was about to go out, the door slammed again.

Fortunately, I was prepared this time and didn't get too close.

"Does this mean you won't let me go?"

I cursed in my heart.

"Eh? What happened to the door today? "

Just when everyone was feeling incredulous, the police officer sitting in the room also walked over and muttered to himself.

He observed the door for a while, then tried opening it a few times. In the end, he still could not find anything out of the ordinary!

"It might be the wind!"

There was really no helping it, the policeman casually explained to everyone. However, the policeman seemed to enjoy his words, and when he just finished, quite a few people nodded in agreement.

"Falling Wind, what Falling Wind has that much ability? Is it Falling Wind from a Ghost?"

Of course, I only said this in my heart. I didn't say anything to refute them, but if I said that it was done by a ghost, they would definitely treat me like a lunatic.

It was better to have fewer things to do than to have more.

"Forget it!" "Since you don't want me to leave, then I will stay and see what tricks you can come up with."

From the looks of it, I won't be able to get out of the house for a while. It was obvious that something was trying to keep me here.

If I'm right, there's a good chance that this has something to do with the extra hand in the photo.

But even if I did, I couldn't do anything about it.

Even though I can't leave, I took out the photo and prepared to settle the issue of the temporary residence permit. Otherwise, it would be a waste of my time to stay here.

"Hmm? "Lad, did you take this photo at the photo studio as well?"

Just when I took out the photo and was about to hand it to the policeman sitting at the desk, I suddenly heard a questioning voice behind me.

"Destined photo studio?"

Since I didn't pay much attention to the name of the studio when I took my next photograph, I only remember that it seemed to be some sort of fate.

As for whether it was fated or not, even I am not sure for a moment.

"Big brother, how did you know?"

I turned around and spoke to the man who had just asked me a question. He was young, not much older than me, and he was wearing a cement suit. He must have been working at a nearby construction site.

"Don't worry about that first. Do you think you're lucky enough to have a photo studio to take pictures of you?"

The middle-aged man interrupted my question as he looked at me anxiously.