Paintings of Terror

Because daytime at the Lantern Inn was short, everyone had to split into groups and act separately.

“I promised Lu Heng to carry his coffin. Let’s just have us old friends from the photography group send him off.” Mai Peng said as he rubbed his aching head. “I believe Lu Heng would understand; after all, the most important thing now is to find the signature.” LgUi8O

Du Lingyu glanced at Ke Xun, who replied, “I’ll go too in a moment. Dong Zi and Radish can stay to prepare the projector. There are still a lot of photos we haven’t had the chance to go through last night.”

Wei Dong and Luo Bu nodded, and Koharu followed suit.

“While the lantern-lighter hasn’t arrived, I think we should recheck our luggage,” Shao Ling said, “There are many things that we overlooked in our luggage, and they could hold important information.”

This statement made sense. The mystery surrounding the ebony box in Lu Heng’s luggage was now an unsolved mystery. But everyone was convinced that the Lu Heng, who existed in the same timeline as them, couldn’t have known the secret of the ebony box. His death was entirely out of his control. 4iB2o

Everyone took out their luggage and laid them out on the table without hesitation.

Mai Peng and Mu Yiran exchanged a glance after Mai Peng took out his bag. He quickly went to get the film developing tank from the communal cabinet: “I’ll develop the photo I took at the stairs when we first arrived. That photo could be very important.”

“And the film from Xi Shengnan’s camera that we cut out yesterday,” Mu Yiran helped out on the side, “I have a basic understanding of the process of film development. Later, you can go carry the coffin, and I’ll take care of the rest.”

If any amateur said such a thing, Mai Peng would have flatly rejected it. But at this moment, Mu Yiran made people trust him involuntarily: “I have prepared the developing and fixing solutions. Brother Mu, you just add them at the right time. Other things are not too complicated either.” 2k97f4

Mu Yiran nodded: “Rest assured.”

Mai Peng and Mu Yiran prepared to develop the film, while the others checked the luggage and items on the table.

Compared to others, Fang Fei’s belongings were the simplest, containing only a snow-white mask and nothing else.

The others also took out their more peculiar items, such as Shao Ling’s Xun, Wei Dong’s hand-drawn “Light Inn Wei’s Art Collection”, Du Lingyu’s diamond-shaped mirror, Ke Xun and Mu Yiran’s identical wooden ducks, and…. 0af3AQ

Du Lingyu was flipping through the rest of her luggage, saying, “I also have several collections of spice formulas here. I saw them when we first arrived, but never had a chance to look through them. The days here are too short.”

“Spices formula?” Qin Ci, who was studying two small medicine boxes from his package, asked, “Are they related to our goods? Or…”