Nightmare Attack

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man and asked.

The fat man was walking and suddenly stopped, then turned his head and looked in the direction they were walking. His expression was a little strange. After a while, he whispered: "Did you feel anything?"

"No." Huai Yi said.

Everyone was a little nervous after he did this.

Jiang Cheng carefully checked behind him and didn't find anything strange, so he had to urge: "Leave here first."

Under the leadership of Jiang Cheng, several people quickly found the sculpture classroom.

It was at the end of the second-floor corridor, just around the corner, not far from the bathroom.

There were two sculptures in front of the sculpture classroom.

The sculpture on the left was a woman with her head slightly raised, her right arm raised high, and a bird dragged on it.

Jiang Cheng guessed that the meaning of this sculpture should be peace, and the bird dragged was actually a dove of peace.

The sculpture on the right was a man with full muscles, giving people a strong sense of power.

He lowered his head slightly, staring at his hands, holding a hammer tightly in both hands. One end of the hammer was blunt and the other end was sharp, which looked quite textured.

Wang Qi checked the two sculptures, but it seemed that he didn't find anything strange.

"Look here." Shen Mengyun suddenly pointed at the door and said.

Unlike the decoration in the art hall, the door of the sculpture classroom gave people a very old feeling.

It was a dark wooden door, double-opening. When you touch it with your hand, there are many potholes on it, as if something hard frequently went in and out of the door, leaving bumps.

There are also traces of scratches at the position of the door handle.

When you push the door open, an indescribable smell hits you in the face, like the smell of something that has been left for a long time and moldy.

The fat man knows nothing about sculpture. He originally thought that the sculpture classroom would feel very high-end, but he found that it was not much cleaner than the construction site where he worked.

There was no floor on the ground, just the simplest cement floor, black, with a few tables, not big, square, and semi-finished sculptures on the tables.

Buckets, watering cans, large pieces of plastic paper, and some materials used for sculptures were piled up everywhere on the ground.

On the other side, there were many finished sculptures against the wall.

Because of the light, some of the finished products were wrapped in transparent plastic paper, which looked a bit weird at first glance.

They looked like corpses that had been wrapped up after being killed.

Jiang Cheng walked to the position near the door, where there were several baskets, made of bamboo. Judging from the degree of wear, they were at least 7 or 8 years old.

Real old things.

Jiang Cheng reached out and took out a sickle-shaped tool from the basket.

But it was not as sharp as a sickle, and the front end was not sharp, but it was much heavier.

After waving it in the air for a few times, Jiang Cheng seemed to have not understood the essence of this tool, so he thought for a moment and turned back to call Fatty.

Fatty stood there, watching the doctor holding the sickle with a serious face, circling around him.

He also stopped from time to time and gestured to the back of his head.

About a minute later, Jiang Cheng finally showed a satisfied smile.

Everyone looked at Jiang Cheng and walked up to choose a weapon that suited their needs.

Huai Yi chose a metal nail, about 10 cm long, with a sharp tip.

Wang Qi took an iron hook with a curved tip, which was a bit like the one they used to hook corpses in the medical building.

Shen Mengyun had a foot injury, so she only took a blunt knife for self-defense.

Then everyone looked at the fat man, who had almost half of his body stuck in the basket. After a long time, he finally pulled something out from the bottom of the basket.

When everyone saw the object clearly, they were a little surprised. It was a hammer that looked very ferocious.

The handle of the hammer was wrapped with hemp ropes, and there seemed to be blood on it.

"Brother Fugui," Huai Yi swallowed his saliva and suggested, "Will it be too heavy for you to hold this?"

The fat man casually shook his hand, "I think it's okay, mainly because I feel at ease."

After a moment, he stopped and looked at the hammer in his hand. His eyes became a little strange, as if searching in his memories, and whispered, "And I don't know why, I feel very familiar when I see this hammer."

If someone else said this, Huai Yi would definitely think that this person has a problem with his brain, but Brother Fugui is a formal member of Crimson. Not to mention seeing the hammer familiar, even seeing ghosts familiar, he can understand.

"Maybe it's not this hammer that is familiar, but the person who uses the hammer." Looking at the sound, the person who said this is Wang Qi.

"Bang!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of something falling to the ground and breaking outside.

It was a little far away from them, and it sounded like it was on the other side of the corridor.

Soon, everyone realized why the sound was so much like the sound of a sculpture falling and breaking on the ground.

"It's almost the location of the sculpture hall." Shen Mengyun said after thinking for a moment.

"Let's go and have a look." Wang Qi was the first to react.

Jiang Cheng was the last one to go out. He lingered behind the door for a while and saw two pieces of clothing hanging behind the door. They were grayish white, very similar to the color of the sculpture, like work clothes.

They were dirty, and the whole piece of clothing was stained grayish white by the things that were rubbed on it.

Jiang Cheng took one piece and folded it, just enough to wrap up the sickle.

Before reaching the sculpture hall, I heard a rustling sound coming from that direction, but when I actually walked outside the door, the sound inside disappeared again.

"Boom."

"Dong dong."

According to what Yuan Xiaoyi said, Jiang Cheng reached out and knocked on the door twice, and then pushed the door with a little force.

"Crunch——"

The door shaft seemed to be rusted to death, and the friction sound was particularly harsh in the silent night, setting an uneasy tone for this mission.

The door was ajar.

No lock.

Looking at it, the sculpture hall is much larger.

It was relatively empty inside. They had learned from the map before that the entire sculpture hall was in the shape of a fan.

It is divided into 4 areas, each displaying different types of sculptures.

After entering the sculpture hall, everyone felt a strange feeling in their hearts at the same time.

Just like the library or the abandoned playground, this place was also shrouded in darkness, as if a layer of filter had been added.

Although there is no lighting, if you look closely, you can see more or less clearly.

But a little further away, there are only vague outlines.

The darkness around them was like a tide, trying to swallow them up.

They didn't dare to separate, so they gathered together and walked slowly inside while observing the nearby sculptures.

It's not clear whether it's the light or the psychological effect. Fatty stared at the static sculptures hidden in the shadows, doubting that they could come to life at any time, and then they jumped towards him with their teeth bared.

While his eyes were moving, Leng Buding glanced at a place. After a moment, his pupils shrank into a slit.

"There!" He suddenly said, staring at a corner in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw that the corner was empty and there was nothing.

"What did you see?" Jiang Cheng asked in a low voice.

"There was a man there just now. He was squatting in the corner, with his back to the outside. He was wearing red clothes and was still..." The fat man became nervous and his tongue refused to obey.

Jiang Cheng frowned, "What else?"

"There is also a piece of red cloth covering her head, with the four corners of the red cloth hanging down, just like a bride getting married."