The man ignored everyone and just caressed the photo.
The gentle movements and obsessed eyes make people feel uncomfortable.
When Luo Bin saw this scene, not only was he not surprised, but he smiled. His cloudy eyes became extraordinarily bright at this moment, and he felt as if he had found his kindred spirit and a close friend.
"What do you see?"
"hope!"
Luo Bin's eyes lit up and he continued to ask: "What else did you see?"
"Salvation!"
"Any more?"
"Art!"
"Pa bang bang~~~"
When Luo Bin heard this, he couldn't help but start clapping and laughing at the same time.
"Young man, you are the first to see its meaning. You understand art and will definitely become an artist in the future. I wonder what your name is?"
"Song Lang."
"Song Lang?"
Luo Bin frowned when he heard the name.
He felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
However, this does not prevent him from loving and admiring Song Lang.
"Are you also a photographer?"
Song Lang shook his head and said with a wry smile: "At best, he is an amateur."
Luo Bin was stunned again, then smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, it's okay for amateur photographers. Many of my friends here today are amateurs, but they have all taken good works. I believe that with your art If you have talent, you will definitely become a professional photographer and then an artist.”
"Oh? Really?" Song Lang said noncommittally.
"Of course, you have to trust my vision. In all these years, I have never made a mistake."
After Song Lang heard this, he raised his head, looked at Luo Bin steadily, and said in a calm tone: "Did Teacher Luo really not make any mistakes?"
Luo Bin was asked and the monk was a little confused, but he still shook his head.
"No."
"Does Teacher Luo still remember me?"
"(°ー°〃)Hmm!?"
Luo Bin was startled again, looking at Song Lang with confusion, and then looked at Song Lang seriously.
The more he looked, the more he felt that Song Lang looked familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
At this moment, a photographer exclaimed: "Why do you look a little like the girl in the photo?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Song Lang and then at the woman in the photo.
Although the expression of the woman in the photo is very distorted and looks very abstract, if you look closely, she does look somewhat similar to Song Lang.
When Luo Bin heard this, he felt a bolt of lightning flash through his mind.
He remembered, he remembered who the man was.
But this did not surprise him. Instead, he showed an expression of extreme fear and subconsciously stepped back.
"It's you! How could it be you? Aren't you dead?"
With that said, Luo Bin turned around and ran away.
When everyone saw this scene, they all had question marks on their faces.
But the next second.
Everyone no longer paid attention to this, they all opened their eyes wide, opened their mouths, turned around and ran away.
I saw that Song Lang, who looked obsessed just now, seemed to be a different person now, with a gloomy and distorted expression.
Song Lang unhurriedly took out a tool hammer from his backpack and chased Luo Bin in the direction of his escape with the tool hammer in hand.
Song Lang moved quickly and caught up with Luo Bin in one big stride.
He raised the tool hammer in his hand and hit Luo Bin's calf.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound of fractures, Luo Bin, who was running rapidly, fell to the ground.
But even so, Luo Bin still endured the pain and struggled to stand up.
"Crack!"
There was another crisp sound, and Song Lang hit Luo Bin's left hand with a hammer.
“┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~”
This time, Luo Bin finally couldn't bear the pain and screamed miserably.
Song Lang walked to Luo Bin and squatted down, speaking in a calm and indifferent tone: "Does it hurt?"
At this time, Luo Bin still had the energy to answer Song Lang's words, so he could only whimper and nod.
"It hurts."
"But I don't think it hurts enough!"
"Compared to what you did to my sister and me, this is nothing."
"But don't worry, I will entertain you well."
"I clearly remember every scar you left on my body."
"Now it's time for you to try it too."
While Song Lang was talking, he raised the hammer in his hand and hit Luo Bin's fingers.
Every blow, no more, no less, just broke a joint of a finger.
Once, once, and again...
Song Lang's expression was very calm and his movements were very gentle, just like when he touched the photo just now, he was as gentle as he wanted.
When everyone who came to visit the photography exhibition saw this scene, they were all frightened and rushed towards the door.
However, when they rushed to the door, they found that the door had been closed at some point and they could not get out.
In panic, they finally thought of calling the police.
However, what makes them even more frightened and desperate is that they cannot make calls and their mobile phones have no signal.
This was not done by Song Lang, but by Luo Bin.
When he was building the photography exhibition hall, he added electronic jammers to the walls. Once inside, there would be no signal for mobile phones or anything else.
They didn't think anything of it.
After all, most of the subjects photographed by photographers are people, including some body art, which is highly private. Luo Bin is understandable in doing so.
But now, this place has become a prison for everyone.
Song Lang ignored the others. He was squatting in front of Luo Bin, methodical, meticulous, and waving the tool hammer very seriously.
Humans have two hands in total. One hand has five fingers, four of which have three joints. The thumb has two joints, so there are twenty-eight joints in total.
At this time, Song Lang was breaking twenty-eight joints with one hammer after another.
Fingers connected to the heart, one can imagine the pain involved.
Just when everyone was panicking, Song Lang had already smashed the joints of Luo Bin's hands.
At this moment, he was hitting Luo Bin's palm.
Luo Bin wailed at first, then begged for mercy, then threatened, then begged for mercy again, and finally fainted from the pain.
But soon, I was awakened by pain again.
Luo Bin woke up and continued to cry and beg for mercy.
But no matter what Luo Bin said, Song Lang didn't respond, like a robot with no emotion.
Everyone trapped in the exhibition hall turned pale when they saw this scene.
Someone wanted to step forward to stop him, but he couldn't move his feet.
I wanted to open my mouth to persuade him, but I couldn't.
In fact, many people reacted at this time.
The girls in this photography exhibition should be Song Lang's relatives. The beauty, happiness, sweetness, sadness, sadness, pain, despair, fear they saw...
All true.
But that is man-made.
As for who made it, the answer is self-evident.
They didn't know how to persuade or stop him. They could only watch and pray that Song Lang would let them go after killing Luo Bin. After all, they were not involved.
However, is this possible?
