My Thriller Survival Game

Wu Ding's voice startled Xu Yang. Looking at Wu Ding who was staring at him coldly, Xu Yang retracted his hand in a sullen voice.

But I still couldn't help but ask: "Aren't we a photo studio? Why are there so many portraits hanging here?"

"Huh?"

As soon as he said this, Wu Ding let out a sigh, frowned, and his eyes looking at Xu Yang became dark and unclear.

I don't know if it was Xu Yang's misunderstanding. At this moment, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Damn! It seems I said the wrong thing."

"Aren't you an employee of the photo studio?" Wu Ding asked in a deep voice.

really!

Hearing Wu Ding's tone, Xu Yang knew that he had indeed said the wrong thing.

So, Xu Yang quickly explained: "I just applied for the job today."

"oh?"

Seeing that Wu Ding didn't believe him, Xu Yang quickly told him how he applied for the job. After finishing speaking, he carefully observed Wu Ding's reaction.

“Hope it’s useful!”

After Wu Ding listened, he looked Xu Yang up and down, and finally nodded and said: "Since you are a newcomer, you must understand the rules, otherwise..."

Wu Ding did not continue speaking, turned around and continued walking forward.

The corridor is not long and it reaches the end very quickly.

What appeared in front of them was a huge picture frame with a picture inside the picture frame and a door on the picture.

It was obviously a painting, but Wu Ding stretched out his hand and pushed the door on the painting like a normal door. The originally closed door was slowly pushed open with Wu Ding's movements.

As the door was pushed open, dazzling light shone out from inside, making the originally dark and deep corridor extremely bright. Along with it, there was a special smell that Xu Yang had smelled before.

"I'm sorry, it's so sci-fi!"

Xu Yang's shocked expression was caught by Wu Ding. He was very satisfied and nodded imperceptibly.

"go in!"

This time, Wu Ding did not walk in front, but turned his head to look at Xu Yang.

Looking at the door being pushed open, Xu Yang pursed his lips and stepped in, with Wu Ding following closely behind.

After the two entered, the door was immediately closed, and Xu Yang and Wu Ding disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

...

The situation in the small black room was very different from what Xu Yang expected. It was messy and disorderly, with drawing boards, white paper, paints, props... placed randomly, making the originally not small room look extremely cramped.

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Looking at everything in front of him, Xu Yang frowned, his face full of confusion.

Everything here basically has nothing to do with photography, it looks more like a painter's studio.

The room is about fifty square meters, but it is divided into two rooms. At this time, Xu Yang is in the outer room, and there is another room in the innermost room.

The room outside was messy and disorderly, but it was brightly lit, but the inner room was obviously only separated by a wall, but it was extremely dark, and there was no light at all.

"Clean up this place."

Wu Ding, who followed Xu Yang in, gave instructions and went straight to the inner room, and soon disappeared.

Xu Yang, who was standing there, was stunned, subconsciously agreed, and then got ready to do something. However, when he looked around carefully, he didn't know where to start.

The floor is covered with drawing paper, paint can be seen everywhere, the drawing board is staggered here and there, and the props are randomly discarded on the ground. It’s messy, it’s so messy.

But no matter how messy it is, it still needs to be cleaned up, so Xu Yang rolled up his sleeves and started to clean up.

He first picked up the randomly discarded drawing papers one by one.

When picking up the drawing papers, Xu Yang discovered that the material of these drawing papers was very special. It didn't look like drawing paper, but like plastic products. It felt a bit like photos.

The drawing paper is not white and flawless. Many drawing papers have images on them, but most of them are semi-finished products.

"Huh?"

While picking it up, Xu Yang suddenly let out a light sigh and stopped what he was doing.

At this time, he was holding a half-finished portrait in his hand. There was nothing special about the portrait, but the person in the portrait looked familiar to him.

It was when he entered that he met a girl who was preparing to take an artistic photo.

Compared with other portraits, the girl's portrait looks very strange.

In the portrait, the girl's expression was very painful, frightened, and desperate. She seemed to be experiencing something extremely terrifying. Just looking at the portrait, Xu Yang felt a shudder.

But Xu Yang clearly remembered that not long ago, the girl walked out happily and went directly to the second floor with a happy face.

Next, when Xu Yang was picking up portraits, he found that more and more portraits were in a similar style. The people in the portraits were extremely desperate. Some of them, Xu Yang had seen on the wall in the corridor.

At this time, Xu Yang was the only one outside. Although these half-finished portraits made Xu Yang very uncomfortable, he did not dare to act rashly until he understood the truth.

After putting away the drawing paper, Xu Yang arranged the drawing boards one by one and the props were also sorted.

These things were easy to deal with, except for the paint on the ground, which was a bit difficult to deal with. But in the end, Xu Yang thought of a way to deal with the scattered paint and dirt.

With Xu Yang's efforts, the originally cramped and chaotic outside suddenly became brighter.

The seemingly light work made Xu Yang very tired.

"well done!"

Just when Xu Yang dared to finish these things and was about to take a rest, Wu Ding appeared quietly behind Xu Yang.

Someone suddenly spoke behind him. Xu Yang was startled. He turned his head suddenly and looked behind him. After seeing that it was Wu Ding, Xu Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's packed."

"Um."

Wu Ding gave a faint hum, and then handed the thing in his hand to Xu Yang.

Xu Yang took it and saw that it was a polaroid camera. Then, he raised his head in confusion and looked at Wu Ding.

"Will it work?"

Xu Yang shook his head.

In fact, when he met Zheng Ying privately during the day, Zheng Ying taught him some basic photography knowledge and skills, but at this time, he could only pretend that he didn't know how to do it.

Seeing this, Wu Ding took the camera and started explaining.

A point-and-shoot camera like this requires no skills at all and can be easily manipulated with just a few fiddles. Wu Ding didn't talk too much, he just told Xu Yang what the buttons on the camera were for.

After the explanation, Wu Ding asked: "Do you understand?"

Xu Yang nodded.

"Will it work?"

Xu Yang nodded again.

"Try taking a picture."

When Xu Yang heard this, he subconsciously picked up the camera, pointed it at Wu Ding and pressed the shutter.

"Snapped!"

However, before Xu Yang could press the shutter, he was slapped on the head and his head was buzzing instantly.

Just when he was about to have a seizure, he heard Wu Ding say in a serious tone: "Don't point the camera at me."

"(°ー°〃)Hmm?"

Seeing Xu Yang's confusion, Wu Ding explained: "This is for taking pictures of dead people, not living people."

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