Living Sacrifice

"Let me see your picture!"

Just when I was at a loss on where I was standing, a man suddenly rushed forward and snatched the photo from me.

"It really is it!"

Not long after, the man handed over the photo in his hand. This time, I saw the word 'fate' written on the small bag holding the photo.

I think the studio I went to should be the lucky one!

"But brother, isn't this just a photo studio? Is there a need for you to be so excited? "

I'm a bit dissatisfied with the man's way of doing things. No matter how excited I am, I shouldn't have snatched something from someone else! What's more, I don't even know what he's up to.

"Hehe, big brother, I'm sorry. I was too excited just now!"

Seemingly sensing my displeasure, the man scratched his head in displeasure and said to me with a smile. There was even a trace of guilt on his face.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. Since they already said so, then I have no reason to continue being angry. Moreover, this isn't a big deal, there's no need to be so hasty.

"Big brother, are there any problems asking me where I took the photo?"

However, I was interested in the fact that the man had asked me where I had taken the photo.

After all, from his reaction, it could be seen that there was something fishy behind this.

"Actually, it's nothing much, just a picture of us people, were all taken at this fated photo studio?"

The man seemed to feel a little sorry for what happened just now. Besides, he didn't dare look at my face.

Perhaps this was a type of simplicity that belonged to the migrant workers' brothers! As for me, I am actually a bit embarrassed by what just happened.

"How could there be such a coincidence?"

I was a little surprised at the man's words. I could understand if it was three or five people taking pictures in the same studio, but it was strange that so many people were in the same house.

Could it be that this was the only place in the vicinity?

But I soon rejected my own idea. I had met several photo studios on my way here, and there couldn't be just one.

But even if there were so many people taking pictures in the same studio, maybe there was something wrong with that. Maybe the boss was good at taking pictures.

For a moment, I felt dizzy. I couldn't think of any connection between these things.

"Did you see a hand in your picture?"

That's right! With my hand, I smacked my forehead. I finally understood why that man was so agitated.

If we were both photographed in the same studio, it was very likely that this hand would appear in my picture.

I secretly cursed. There were so many photo studios on the streets, which one of them couldn't be chosen, but chose this one instead.

However, at this point, I didn't have the time to complain anymore. I quickly took out the photo from my small bag and held it in my palm to examine it.

"Whew ~ ~ It's a good thing that I didn't!"

After a long while, I heaved a sigh of relief and spoke to the others.

This dirty thing must not have come to cause trouble for me. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little lucky. I looked at the people around me with sympathy.

I quickly handed the photo in my hand to the police, afraid that something might happen again.

Fortunately, everyone had calmed down at this moment. No one was making a ruckus, and no one was interfering with the police's work; no one knew what they were thinking. However, there was a little bit of fear on their faces.

Of course, at this moment, I don't have the mind to care about the thoughts of others. I just want to finish the temporary residence certificate as soon as possible and leave smoothly. As for what happened here, when I return, I'll ask the Grand Matriarch about it.

"Hands, hands, there's a hand on this!"

Suddenly, there was a shout. A policeman threw the photo in his hand onto the ground and spoke to the crowd with a panicked expression.

If he hadn't called out, it would have been fine. With such a sudden shout, the previously quiet crowd turned noisy once again.

Suddenly, everyone began to discuss amongst themselves, all sorts of things were being said, causing everyone to feel anxious, the atmosphere became a bit tense, and some people even directly told the people around them that he was sure that this was the doing of a ghost, and put on an appearance of not wanting to stir up any trouble, to scare everyone.

It could be seen that this police officer was not that bold, or else he would not have reacted so violently.

"Hand? "Impossible!"

I shook my head, guessing the tension must have caused the policeman to hallucinate the presence of a hand.

After all, I've seen it several times just now. Let alone one hand, I didn't even notice a single finger.

I picked up the photo from the floor and looked at it again. As expected, this photo seemed to have been replaced by someone, and a hand really did appear on it.

Furthermore, the position of this hand was very strange. It was as though it was a greeting from someone, as it rested on my shoulder.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a chill on my shoulder. I quickly turned around to see if there was someone else standing behind me.

All of this was simply too unbelievable. After thinking about it, apart from the fact that it was a little scary, there was nothing else.

My previous sense of luck had long since been thrown far away from me. Fear arose from the bottom of my heart. In just a few minutes, a dead person appeared out of thin air on my picture.

If it were anyone else, I would have thought this was a magic show. But now, I know very well that this is not the case.

"Boy, did your picture appear as well?"

I didn't know how to reply, so I just nodded my head. And unlike the others, there was more to my picture than just a hand.

As I held the photo in my hand, I noticed that there was a small, easily overlooked line of red letters on the back of my picture, but I was sure that it was the same as any other hand, and that it had just appeared.

Moreover, the red color of this character was not the ordinary red color of cinnabar. It was the same scarlet color as a human's blood, which made it seem somewhat terrifying.

For a moment, I couldn't figure out why there was a line in my picture. However, to avoid causing unnecessary panic, I stuffed the photo back into my pocket.

At this point, I think the only person who can solve the problem is the grandma. However, the words on the photo piqued my curiosity.

I can't figure out what it means.