Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 487 The eternal flame

In the photo, a girl was kicked to the ground.

There were a lot of onlookers, all wearing the uniforms in the graduation photo they saw on the bus earlier.Pointing and pointing, with a contemptuous or mocking smile on his face.

Zhen Cheng didn't carry the photo that could cause disasters at any time, and she didn't have the ability to remember the names and faces of dozens of people at a glance, so she didn't remember the name of the girl in the photo.

In my mind, let's call her girl A.

But with the keenness and experience of a detective, Zhen Cheng immediately realized the weirdness in this photo.

That is the photographer behind the lens.

It's just an ordinary Polaroid photo stuck in a thick white frame.However, based on the control of the composition of the dynamic scene, it can be seen that the photographer has quite professional photography qualities.

Something interesting happened.

The position where the photographer stands should be that of the group besiegers.But in her photos, she wonderfully captures the ugliness on the faces of all those gathered, as well as the helpless, poignant, and lovable moment of girl A.

Well, of course Zhen Cheng has no way of knowing the gender identity of the photographer, but through the delicate capture of the expressions of all the characters, Zhen Cheng is more inclined to infer that the photographer is a woman, or at least has a feminine heart.

The forehead talisman is the basic sealing method for immortal cultivators.Zhencheng knew about these things as early as the earth, so he didn't take photos of the Buddha's head without authorization.

She just walked around the broken Buddha's head and stuck to the wall.

So, she saw the dense old photos on the dilapidated temple wall!

It stands to reason that with such a dilapidated building, it is absolutely impossible for the photos pasted on the wall to remain so clearly recognizable.

Either someone just posted the photo in the ruins not long ago; or, some supernatural power preserved it, like the weird Buddha body in the main hall.

Zhen Cheng's inference is more inclined to the latter.The Hanging Temple has so many oddities that it is annoying.

But Qu Yun's situation must be solved with brains.Therefore, there must be hidden reasons in the abnormalities that cannot be directly observed.Only by finding out the mystery, will she have a chance to survive this last test of becoming a god.

If you want to break out of the clueless chaos, the clues are probably all in these photos.

Time is running out, but barely enough.Zhen Cheng holds the candle and observes in detail.

Most of the photos on the wall are about girl A, she is like the protagonist of this world.

But what is embarrassing is that most of the pictures in it are how she was isolated, betrayed, and betrayed by her friends...

It is worth noting that it also contains several photos about the tragic death of girl A's family, which were taken at the funeral home.

This is very unusual.The same Polaroid white frame and the same shooting technique indicate that the relationship between the photographer and girl A may be closer than originally thought.

Moreover, it may also show that this incident is inseparable from the moments captured by other photos.

Others are photos of those classmates who hurt girl A.

It's not the dignified black-and-white photos hung in the funeral home for the farewell ceremony, but the appearance of dying tragically in the wilderness in the mountains and forests.Some were hanged from the branches, and some were disembowelled...

The death is so strange and so creative that it feels like the work of an artist.

There is only one photo that is not in a white paper frame like a Polaroid, but looks like it was printed directly by a computer.The above is what the two girls agreed upon.

The protagonist of the photo is girl A; and the only thing Zhen Cheng remembers is Zhou Shishi, whose face was not crossed out in the bus group photo, and who even gave her a weird smile through the photo.

If you ignore the emotion behind the photographer that is so strong that it can almost drip out through the screen, these fragmented clues can easily make up a story about betrayal and revenge:
Girl A used to be Zhou Shishi's good friend, but was betrayed later and was isolated by the whole class.Bearing the burden of humiliation, girl A gradually twisted, and made a deliberate plan to make all the classmates who hurt her die on the way to the graduation trip.

But this idea, which is obviously ready for people to step on, has some details that ordinary people don't pay attention to.For example, if the problem only happened in school, how could girl A's family members die?

Killed by classmates?Does it generally do this?
In the final class photo, everyone's faces were crossed out, including girl A herself.Why is only Zhou Shishi's face preserved?
If only girl A is crossed out, it can be understood that this is part of what the classmates did against her.If only girl A is left, it can be explained as the hatred in her heart.

But only Zhou Shishi, who had an agreement with her, remained...

Considering the name of the old nun in the Hanging Temple, Zhen Cheng had some guesses.

Usually, monks will give their dharma name instead of their common name when they salute.Shi Shi's name sounds like the real name behind the photo hasn't been changed, right?
Combined with the weird smile on the photo, Zhen Cheng guessed that maybe the photo on the bus is like a book of life and death.The deceased left a name, but since the day he passed away, he has lost his appearance.

The whole class was killed in a strange encounter during the outing, and the only one who survived was Zhou Shishi who became a monk in the Xuankong Temple.

Now, she is a dying old nun.

"You're still here."

As soon as he thought of this, Shi Shi Laoni's haggard voice suddenly came from a distance of two or three meters in front.

In the unusual darkness, the sudden sound was so close that Zhen Cheng was startled.

Just slightly raising the white candle in his hand, Zhen Cheng saw the gloomy figure two or three steps away in front of him, which was unreal and swaying faintly under the candlelight.

That's right, another back view.

Shi Shilaoni sat cross-legged in front of the incomplete Buddha statue with his back to the door.Zhen Cheng could vaguely see the ancient Buddha statue with a severed head and arm in the edge of the darkness that was so thick that even candlelight could not penetrate it.

What concerned her was that the arm of the Buddha statue, which was supposed to be a solid piece of rock, was actually hollow.The remaining mechanism structure can be seen at the fracture.

It's not the kind of complicated machinery that can stand up and flatten people.It looked more like some kind of secret door control mechanism, but it was already damaged.

"I've been here alone for a long, long time. It's been so long that you can't imagine.

Although the old man didn't need anyone to come, and he didn't want to talk to outsiders too much, but he hadn't seen anyone for a long time, so it was inevitable that some confusion would remain in his heart.

Since the benefactor has come, it must be predestined.Answer my three questions, okay? "

"Okay." Zhen Cheng did not act rashly, but agreed.It's just a little bit closer... the time is almost up.

Shi Shilaoni did not turn around, just turned his back to Zhen Cheng, sat cross-legged in front of the broken Buddha statue on the edge of the candlelight, and said in a deep voice:
"The monk wanted to run fast, but when he saw people passing by on a locomotive, he was as fast as the wind. The monk was jealous of the cyclist, so he looked at the back of his neck and built a car. Before he could do it, he saw someone driving a car passing by, and he was even more anxious about the locomotive, leaving behind him.

It takes time to build a car, but vision only lasts for a moment.The world is so big, how about a monk? "

Are you playing machine?This is an area that has not been specially practiced in Blood Candle Castle.Zhen Cheng thought for a while and replied:

"I know a friend who runs fast. Faster than a motorcycle, faster than a car. She can't catch up with the speed of the plane yet, but she will catch up someday.

Because she never chased the driver, but the car and the plane. "

(End of this chapter)