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Chapter 338 The Dead Bride (Part 2)

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    I shivered in fright, quickly retracted my hand and took a few steps back to look.  At this time, Zhao Yu turned on the flashlight and shone in front of him.

    Only then did I realize that what was in front of me was not a grimace, but a very realistic three-dimensional portrait of a character.  The content of this painting is also a bride in a wedding dress, but this bride has no facial features, only a bluish-white face.  The bride is maintaining a posture of climbing out of the photo frame. The portrait is so lifelike that one can feel that this person is close in front of her eyes.

    "I'm going, what is this thing? The photo studio hangs such horrible portraits to scare people to death." I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead.

    "It's very strange. This painting doesn't have the author's name either, so I can't tell what year it was." Zhao Yu pondered, "However, the hairstyle of this bride looks like it appeared in the dramas of the Republic of China."

    I took a closer look at the wig of the woman in the portrait. It was indeed very similar to the hairstyles of the ladies who returned from studying abroad in the Zhaidou family drama of the Republic of China. The long curly hair hanging down is no longer favored by modern people.

    "In this way, the portrait should be quite old. But why is it still as clean as new? Even if it is rearranged, it is difficult to maintain this level of newness." I am amazed.

    Apart from this creepy portrait, there is nothing special about the second floor.  The full-length mirror and the huge floor-to-ceiling curtain are used as a simple fitting room.  The other places are similar to downstairs, sofa, coffee table, and even a few lifelike silk flowers.

    Zhao Yu and I went to the fitting room, searched every corner, and made sure there were no secret doors or the like.

    "Could it be that the bride was taken away by something else?" I whispered, and suddenly felt that the small space on the second floor was chilling, making one's hair stand on end.  Fear stems from the unknown.  Normally, I can see the hidden ghosts, but this time, for some reason, I have searched upstairs and downstairs, except for the empty space, it is still empty, and I am sure that there are no ghosts.

    I took a few photos of the scene in the photo studio, and then went downstairs with Zhao Yu.  Looking back at the photo studio, I always feel eerie.

    After going back, Zhao Yu and I checked the information of this photo studio for a long time overnight, but found nothing inappropriate.  The photo studio was opened during the Republic of China, and the first owner had been killed, but this was an unsolved case, and the murderer was not caught.  The first owner was nothing special, he was just a private businessman, his wealth was nothing special, and he didn't have any bad records or misbehavior, so the possibility of enemies was ruled out.

    "I really can't figure out why there are so many supernatural events in this photo studio." I shook my head and said, "Zhao Yu, what do you think?"

    Zhao Yu flipped through the materials and said, "There is really nothing special about it. But if there is anything special, it is the customers who have been to this photo studio before."

    As he said that, Zhao Yu handed me a printed enlarged black-and-white photo: "This woman is Xia Yimeng, a famous singer in Shanghai during the Republic of China. She married a wealthy businessman in Tianjin and came to this photo studio to take wedding photos.  .You should have seen the picture of this woman, we have all noticed."

    I looked carefully at the woman in the enlarged photo.  Wearing the Republic of China cheongsam, smiling like a flower, very young and beautiful, especially the skin is really silky and silky.  I am no stranger to this woman's face, and her enlarged wedding photos are displayed on the first floor of the photo studio.

    "What happened to this woman in the end?" I asked.

    "Dead, she was the first bride to die unexpectedly. At that time, the influence was so great that the owner had to consider closing the photo studio." Zhao Yu said.

    "Why do these brides die?" I wryly smiled and said, "They were still burned to death. Calculated in this way, the murderer must have lived to be eighty or ninety years old. Can such an old man have the ability to kill again?"

    "There are many people who have lived long enough and look very young." Zhao Yu smiled: "I went through Xia Yimeng's life and found that when she first debuted, she was in an advertisement. A cosmetics advertisement  , this cosmetic is a relatively well-known domestic product. It was popular in the country in the early days of the Republic of China, and it is still prosperous. Maybe you have heard its name, Mu Qingxuan."

    "This brand, it seems that villains also like to use it, what are you talking about, pure natural plant-based cosmetics without additives." I recalled: "Ruan Lingxi also recommended it to the nympho girl, I remember. But this product seems to be similar to Xia Yimeng's.  It doesn't matter if you die."

    "It's hard to say." Zhao Yu rubbed the center of his brows: "I don't know why, when I saw Xia Yimeng's face, I thought of those dead brides' facial skin. This association is a bit weird, but it's very stubborn.  strong."

    "Damn it, you mean those people are holding Xia Yimeng's skin in their mouths?" I suddenly felt goosebumps on my body: "But didn't she die early?Ma Luoyu snorted coldly: "I'm off to preside over the funeral. A lot of people have died these days."

    "Presiding over the funeral? So suddenly, who died?" I said in surprise.

    "I don't know either." Ma Luoyu suddenly covered her ears and cursed: "Damn it, the auction has started again!"

    As she spoke, she flicked the sleeves of her red robe, and several ghost figures suddenly appeared in the bookstore.

    "What orders does the ghost master have?" Several ghosts knelt in front of Ma Luoyu and said respectfully.

    "Why is there always something noisy behind this street?!" Ma Luoyu shouted.

    Several ghosts looked at each other, and one of them said, "Ghost master, there used to be an auction house in the alley behind Fu'an Street. They finally auctioned off an ancient mirror. That was the last thing ever auctioned. Because after that, the auction house  Almost all of them died, and few survived."

    "Dead? Murdered?" Ma Luoyu asked.

    "We don't know that deserted auction house is now a chess and card room, that is, a small casino. The casino is full of sun, and we can't go in, so we don't know what's going on inside." The ghost said.

    Ma Luoyu scolded: "So what about the casino, see if I don't go tonight and kill all those evil spirits!"

    Xiao Mi said from the side: "The ghost of the auction house? What a coincidence, Wu Dan went to preside over the funeral today, and the person who died was an old employee of the auction house."

    Ma Luoyu said: "It's nothing serious anyway, I'll go and see tonight, who dares to chatter in my ears!"

    I quickly grabbed her and said, "Then let's go together."

    I thought to myself, don't make any more troubles.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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