Nightmare Attack

Suddenly, Director Zhou's gaze fell on Jiang Cheng's chest. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you a student of Professor Wu Jinzhong?"

Only then did Jiang Cheng realize that he had Professor Wu's lab badge on his chest, "Yes, I am Professor Wu's student, and he treats me like his own son. Read М"

It can be seen that Professor Wu and Director Zhou seem to have a close relationship. After hesitating for a few seconds, Director Zhou said to Fatty Jiang Cheng: "Come in and talk, it's not convenient outside."

After walking around and walking into the library, Director Zhou waved to Jiang Cheng to sit next to him. After a pause, he whispered: "There are some things here that are hard to talk about. Just listen to them and don't tell anyone else." ”

"Don't worry, I'm very tight-lipped." Jiang Cheng straightened his rocker and assured Director Zhou with a serious attitude of listening to the story.

Wu Qing came over and placed a cup of hot tea in front of Director Zhou.

"Thank you for your hard work, Wu Qing." Director Zhou nodded. After a while, he took a sip of tea, held the tea cup, looked at the woman very naturally and asked: "Do you have any classes later?"

"I only have class tonight, Director." Wu Qing replied.

"Senior." Jiang Cheng turned around and said with a smile, "I'm really sorry just now. It was my bad attitude. Can I treat you to milk tea?"

As he spoke, Jiang Cheng took out his campus card and handed it to her.

"No, thank you." Wu Qing still had the same unearthly face, and was not interested in Jiang Cheng's attentiveness at all.

"Wu Qing, please don't live up to this classmate's good intentions." Director Zhou said helplessly, rubbing his temples, this Wu Qing is good at everything, but she is quite stubborn and easy to get into trouble.

In the end, it was for Director Zhou's sake that Wu Qing left, agreeing to buy milk tea, and before leaving, she seriously emphasized to Jiang Cheng that she didn't like milk tea, so she didn't need to invite Jiang Cheng.

"Please bring me a cup, please." Just when Wu Qing opened the door and was about to walk out in the next second, the fat man said weakly: "Just milk green, half sugar, no ice, put less beans in it ”

After a pause, the fat man swallowed, "Thank you, senior sister."

With a "bang" sound, Wu Qing closed the door and left.

Realizing that Director Zhou was looking at him, the fat man opened his innocent eyes wide. After a long while, he seemed to react and explained: "Director, I am also a student of Professor Wu. I"

"Okay." Director Zhou waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to explain. Then, Jiang Cheng noticed that the director's face became a little strange, and his eyes gradually became empty.

“Before Jiangtan University was established, this place already existed, but it was not a library, but a museum.

"Folk Museum." Director Zhou said.

When he heard that it was not a funeral parlor or a mental hospital, the fat man's face slowly turned rosy, but then his face turned pale again, as if his neck was suddenly stuck.

Folk Museum

If I remember correctly, Huaiyi found several tasks on the website before, one of which was at the Folk Museum.

It is said that a supernatural event occurred there, related to a strange bust.

"Folk Museum?" Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking too. It seemed that he had also thought of what the fat man thought of.

"Yes." Director Zhou seemed to be lost in memories, holding the tea cup with both hands. "When we were planning to build Jiangtan University, we allocated a large piece of land for us. Of course, we also faced pressure from many parties."

"There are some old buildings that are zoned in this area and cannot be moved. Negotiations are very difficult. This folk museum is one of them."

"And there is a very tricky point. The operator of this folk museum at the time was a foreigner."

It didn't sound right for foreigners to open a folk museum here, but Jiang Cheng didn't react immediately and continued to listen to the director.

"People from the city and the school talked to him many times, but we couldn't reach an agreement. Later, they simply closed the door and stopped seeing us at all."

Director Zhou shook his head slightly when he said this, "But he is only the operator, that is, the user, not the owner of this building."

"In other words, he just rented the building and transformed it into a museum, but he is not the owner of the building."

“We found the owner of this building, and they readily agreed to our terms and were very supportive of our work.”

The fat man listened for a while and finally understood. It was obvious that it was this foreigner who was causing trouble.

"Later we gave him an ultimatum and told him that we would give him another week and if he didn't move the contents out by then, we wouldn't be polite."

"This time he got anxious and rushed out and said that it would take at least two months. He hoped that we could give him some mercy and that he would not want any compensation from us."

"We just regarded him as a delaying tactic and ignored him at all. In short, we brought people here when the day came. Sure enough, the door was locked and there was no movement inside."

"We were not polite to him and just tore down the gate. Then he rushed out and tried to stop him like crazy. He also waved something like a dagger. Our people held him down, and then he passed by. "I fell on my shoulder." Director Zhou sighed, "It was a coincidence that I hit my head and was taken to the hospital. I have been unconscious in the hospital."

"Although no one wants to see something like this happen, work must continue. The preparation for the library's construction has been much slower than the original plan."

"After we simply packed up the exhibits inside, we began to arrange them according to the library. Batch after batch of books purchased from various places or collected and donated began to be placed on the bookshelves, and then placed in categories. It took about two weeks. Even if the library is initially operational, it has also begun lending out items.”

"The number in your hand is from that time." After a pause, Director Zhou looked at Jiang Cheng and said.

Looking at the numbered paper in his hand, Jiang Cheng didn't expect that there was such a connection behind it.

As he said this, Director Zhou dialed a number. After waiting for a long time, the other party answered. Director Zhou repeated the number to the other party and asked him to recall it.

"He's one of my seniors. He knows more about what happened back then than I do." Putting down the phone, Director Zhou explained to Jiang Cheng.

"I'm sorry for your trouble." Jiang Cheng expressed his gratitude.

Hearing what Jiang Cheng said, Director Zhou didn't know whether he remembered something or what. In short, his lips trembled slightly. After a moment, he shook his head again and took a long breath. His voice suddenly became hoarse: "If If I could do it again, I would rather not build a library in the school than choose it here.”

"Why?" Jiang Cheng suddenly had a premonition that the clouds were about to clear.

Director Zhou looked up at the door and whispered, "That foreigner has a problem."