I Can Brush Attributes

"Mr. Wang Ping, I'll trouble you in three days." Shangguan Jianguo's eyes were sincere.

Wang Ping nodded and sent Shangguan Jianguo and Lu Hongwu away.

Closing the door, Wang Ping glanced at the calendar. Three days later, the Spring Festival will be over. Although the residual temperature of the Spring Festival will not subside, after all, it is only the second day of the Spring Festival, but at least it will not delay the Spring Festival.

Sitting back on the sofa, Wang Ping was left alone in Room 201.

Zhang Yao asked Chu Lili to follow Hu Yao to visit Zhang Zheng's parents. Now only Wang Ping is left in room 201.

Picked up the phone, opened the V letter and sent a message to Lao Chen.

"Any business?"

When Shangguan Jianguo and the two were still there just now, Lao Chen sent himself an emoji.

I have been interacting with Lao Chen for half a year, and we can find out each other's temperament. Looking at Lao Chen's expression blinded by money, 80% of Lao Chen has a business introduction.

Sure enough, the message had just been sent, and within a minute or two Lao Chen sent the message back.

"There is business, there is a big business, that is, Wang Ping, are you free, after all, it's the Spring Festival, serious funny face.jpg"

"The Spring Festival can't stop me from making money."

"Well said, old Chen, if I don't accept Melatonin this year, and I don't accept oral liquid, I will accept you Wang Ping, big brother Saigao.jpg"

"Old Chen, I think you are short of money for the New Year."

"I was found out by you, embarrassed and polite laugh.jpg"

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Pengcheng, the old Chen family.

As soon as he entered Lao Chen's house, Wang Ping received the warmest hospitality from Lao Chen's family. Near the Spring Festival, every family was very lively. Lao Chen's family welcomed Wang Ping and gave him a warm welcome.

Since following Wang Ping, the money earned once is enough for Old Chen to drive a taxi for several days.

Today, although Lao Chen is still driving a taxi, he has the reputation of hiding his identity, which sounds very high, but the number of times he drives is not too many.

It can be said that the old Chen family is very grateful to Wang Ping.

Afterwards, Lao Chen asked his wife to take his daughter out to buy some food and treat Wang Ping, and then Wang Ping a business card.

"Wax Museum? Huo Donglai." Wang Ping took the business card and couldn't help but be stunned.

This time the business is actually a wax museum.

Old Chen nodded and said, "To be honest, this Huo Donglai is a friend I have met several times before, and the owner of the wax museum."

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Huo Donglai, an artist who loves all kinds of sculptures.

In recent years, he has made some money by buying and selling works of art, and he is planning to open a wax museum and do a small business in partnership with others.

Since he wanted to open before the Spring Festival and get a good deal, Huo Donglai worked almost day and night with Zhuang Luo, and finally finished the decoration of the wax museum five days before the Spring Festival.

At the same time, according to the channels he is familiar with, he has recently arrived batches of wax figures.

These wax figures are comparable to those star wax figures, lifelike, like real people, standing there if you don't look carefully or touch it, it is almost difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

For this batch of wax figures, Huo Donglai did not forget to ask the source of the batch of wax figures while he was satisfied.

It is said that this batch of wax figures came from the home of a rich folk collector in the 1970s and 1990s.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for a rich man to sell collectibles. The main reason is that the rich man died of a sudden myocardial infarction at home one day. His family's sons and daughters are divided into family properties, and one of the eldest sons has been allocated this batch of wax figures.

The eldest son sold the wax figure at a high price for money.

After several decades of changing hands, it finally fell into the hands of Huo Donglai.

Ah Fu, the national Zhou Guofu, the security guard of the wax museum invited by Huo Donglai, a student who has just graduated from college this year, because the Spring Festival is approaching, and wants to make some pocket money, Huo Donglai is temporarily hired as a security guard.

Tonight, that is, the day before the wax museum is decorated, the wax figures are placed and ready to open.

As usual, Ah Fu turned on his flashlight and patrolled the upper and lower floors of the wax museum.

In the silent night, the wax museum is quiet and silent. Except for Ah Fu, there are only rows of real wax figures.

Da da da.

The wax statues of the wax museum are listed on both sides, all covered with big red cloth, only the feet are exposed, it looks like a person who is waiting to lift the red hood is standing there quietly.

Ah Fu was holding a flashlight, and the light could barely illuminate a small area. Every time the light swept to the ground, it just hit the feet of the wax figure, and he always panicked for no reason.

It seems that in the next second, the feet of the wax statue will suddenly move when illuminated by the light.

Rows of wax figures, standing silently, are like dead corpses, saying that they are not afraid of it is false.

"It's alright, it's just a wax figure, what are you afraid of?" Ah Fu said to himself to strengthen himself.

But the more he gave himself the courage, the more crazy Ah Fu thought.

He suddenly remembered a piece of folklore that his grandfather told him when he was a child.

Grandpa told him that he knew why in ancient times and even in the national period, there were always sculptures of gods in the folk, but there were very few sculptures of real people.

Because sculpture cannot be made casually, once it is made, there will be gods or something to live in. The more lifelike the sculpture, the more so.

It's like Duke Ye loves dragons. When you add the finishing touch, the dragon will come to life.

The same is true of sculpture, why the more lifelike sculpture, the more alive feeling, that is because there is something living there.

So don't look into the eyes of the sculpture, maybe the soul will be sucked into the sculpture.

Thinking of this, Ah Fu swallowed and glanced nervously at the surrounding wax figures.

Looking at the wax figures covered by the red cloth, he always felt that the wax figures were looking at him through the red cloth.

Suddenly at this moment, the nervous Afu's scalp felt numb.

Da da……

"Who?!" Ah Fu's ears moved, and he suddenly looked at the stairs leading to the second floor of the wax museum.

In this silent night, without the wax museum, Ah Fu suddenly heard footsteps.

It was the sound of footsteps other than himself.

Ah Fu's breathing became heavy, and he tried to calm himself down, and pricked up his ears to listen.

Da da……

Accompanied by the faint footsteps from the second floor, Ah Fu's pupils shrank suddenly.

Someone on the second floor!

Impossible, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, how could there be anyone other than himself in the wax museum, but he knew that there was no second security guard in the wax museum besides himself.

Who would be on the second floor? Thief? still……

Ah Fu didn't move, as if he was frozen and motionless, ready to listen carefully to the sound to see if it was an illusion.

Da da……

Not an illusion!

There are really footsteps. Although the sound is very light, it is very clear in this wax museum, which is so silent that you can hear needles falling.

For a time, Ah Fu felt that his scalp was hot and his breathing became heavy, as if a fire was burning in his throat, making his mouth dry.

In the silent wax museum, he could clearly hear his heart beating violently because of his nervousness.

In the end, due to security duties, Ah Fu had to walk towards the second floor.

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