Weird Regulator

At 11:15 p.m., six shop assistants stood in a row at the main entrance of the World Monuments Museum.

Fang Shenyan held a rope in his hand and pulled the six unconscious tourists closer and closer.

Tongguan frowned and looked at him, and after a while he said softly:

"Do you want to enter the museum early?"

Fang Shenyan's plan was very simple. He wanted to explore the path before the mission officially started.

The current situation is completely different from what everyone expected.

At eleven o'clock sharp, the skin painting didn't appear at all, but the mission briefing was unmistakable.

This shows that the skin painting must now be in the World Monument Museum.

This "method of arrival" is one of the three previous guesses at Tongguan.

“Skin paintings arrive in museums in a way that ordinary people cannot imagine.”

This speculation has now become a reality.

The two best strategies of Fang Shenyan and Tongguan were no longer useful. This museum was a must visit.

The three-hour mission time, excluding the time to return to the hotel, they only have two and a half hours.

So from 11:15 now to the official start of the mission at 12 o'clock, during these 45 minutes, Fang Shenyan has to find out what's going on inside in advance.

The six of them stood apart from Fang Shenyan, looking at each other without crossing the river.

Fang Shenyan wanted to use the lives of these innocent passers-by to test the museum, but no one said anything about this approach.

Tongguan looked at Fang Shenyan's determined look and said hesitantly:

"The mission hasn't started yet. If you go in and encounter a ghost, it will be an unsolvable situation.

I'll go in with you! "

But Fang Shenyan glanced at him coldly, saw through the other person's thoughts, and immediately interrupted:

"If you go in, it will only drag me down, so just stay on the outside.

After I get a rough idea of ​​the situation, I'll think about a formal plan of action. "

After saying this, he stopped staying, grabbed the rope, escorted the six tourists, and walked down to the underground entrance of the main entrance.

Everyone watched Fang Shenyan leave without saying a word.

In fact, they didn't know what else to say. After all, Fang Shenyan's approach might have the least casualties and the lowest cost.

Now it has become a difficult point whether the skin painting is the root ghost.

Their original plans all need to be adjusted.

In the forty-five minutes before the mission begins, it is best for someone to enter the museum and find out general information.

Only in this way can we save time to the greatest extent and find the fastest and best way out.

Tongguan raised his head helplessly, looked at the bright moon on the horizon, and sighed softly:

"Perhaps, the extra hour given by the mission is to allow us to enter the museum early."

…

The main entrance becomes wider as you go down. It is a passage that gradually becomes wider.

When Fang Shenyan stood in front of the door, he saw two glass doors made of metal door frames.

It was pitch black inside the door, the lights had long gone out, and it was filled only with emptiness and silence.

The six tourists at the back all had their hands tied and their waists tied up with the same rope, strung in a straight line.

After a while of cold wind, most people were completely awake and struggling crazily.

However, since the ropes were all tied tightly, his mouth was blocked, and he had been injected with injections beforehand, he could only struggle weakly and could not escape.

Fang Shenyan turned around and took a look, then took out the lockpick tool from his bag and pointed it at the door lock.

The clerks at the Seventh Branch have generally mastered lockpicking skills, which has almost become a required course for entering the store.

Fang Shenyan became proficient in it early, and it no longer takes him long to face ordinary door locks.

After about a few minutes, the door that was locked from the inside opened with a bang, and a whistling cold wind blew into the gap, like something wailing.

After Fang Shenyan put away his tools, he calmly opened the door and led everyone into the World Heritage Museum.

As soon as he entered the main entrance, he immediately felt the temperature inside, which was not much higher than the outside world.

Waves of cool breath hit from all directions.

This was Fang Shenyan's first time coming to the World Monuments Museum. He stood at the door and looked at this prestigious venue.

After entering through the main entrance, it is located on the first floor.

The interior of the first floor was far more spectacular than he imagined. Even though it was dark here, as far as he could see, there were a large number of intricately carved murals.

Dark yellow murals cover all the walls.

In the center of the main hall, a suspended relief hanging from the ceiling is an angel with broken wings.

Its pitiful and benevolent eyes overlooked the entire first floor, and its broken wings were a metaphor for something.

The height of the first floor should be about five meters. Fang Shenyan looked up and found that the entire floor was a complete picture.

But because of the dim light, he couldn't see what was painted on it.

After Fang Shenyan observed for a while, he started walking along the hall and deeper into the hall.

Since we want to investigate the situation, we naturally need to visit every floor and every corner.

The first floor is the sculpture gallery area.

Walking along the hall of the exhibition hall, Fang Shenyan silently counted one by one.

After walking through them all, he saw seven towering finely decorated doors.

Each door corresponds to a sculpture exhibition hall with a theme.

He stood in front of the seventh gate, which was carved with a naked man standing upside down.

After slowly opening the door, there is a huge room of nearly one hundred square meters.

The room was extremely empty, with only layers of guardrails surrounding a pure white sculpture more than two meters high in the center.

The red carpet is not stained with dust, and there is only such a sculpture in the room, which looks very quiet and depressing.

After taking a look, Fang Shenyan discovered that there were two black doors on both sides of the room.

He hesitated and walked inside. After looking around, he realized what the problem was.

This is a huge area that is spatially connected and connected to each other.

The seven doors of the sculpture gallery on the first floor symbolize the seven most representative sculpture exhibition halls.

And on the edge of these seven exhibition halls, there are many other small exhibition halls.

The large exhibition hall is surrounded by small exhibition halls, and there are dozens of large and small exhibition halls, all belonging to the same theme, which constitute the characteristics of each floor.

After Fang Shenyan hesitated for a moment, he walked out of the seventh door, stood in the corridor, and found a suitable place.

The six passers-by had been given injections in advance, so their limbs were weak at this time. They wanted to resist but could only let it go.

He tied several people to a stone pillar, and at the same time untied the first passerby and took him with him.

This was also the girl from a couple that Fang Shenyan abducted for the first time. She struggled desperately when she saw Fang Shenyan's movements.

Her boyfriend looked pale and grabbed Fang Shenyan's trouser legs with his hands, trying to stop her, but to no avail.

Fang Shenyan took the girl's arm, put her finger to her mouth and made a silencing gesture toward the increasingly agitated passers-by.

"There is a ghost here, please stay quiet and die slowly."

Fang Shenyan took the girl and re-entered the seventh door and disappeared without a trace.

In the deadly silent corridor on the first floor, the man shed two lines of tears in pain.

He tried hard to untie the rope on his hands, but he still couldn't loosen it until his wrists were bleeding.

Several passers-by who were in the same situation as him were also performing the same actions, and the outcome remained unchanged.

The man began to regret why he came to Shanming City for a trip and why he came to this damn World Heritage Museum.

But besides the remorse, there was also a powerful anger brewing in his chest.

This man in a Chinese tunic suit and glasses, who looks like a gentle man, is a mysterious murderer.

He tried so hard to tie himself up with so many people, but what on earth was he going to do?

"Xiaoqing...Xiaoqing...you must not get into trouble!

I must take you out of this museum! "

The fact that his girlfriend was taken away gave the man unprecedented courage, and he placed the wrist rope on the relief on the stone pillar.

Rubbing again and again, although with little effect, he could do nothing else.

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

Just as the man was focusing all his attention on grinding away the rope, a passerby next to him suddenly let out a strange scream, attracting the attention of several people.

The passerby was a bald man. He raised his head and looked at the roof of the shed in astonishment, as if he had discovered something strange and incomprehensible.

The man looked along his field of vision and found a huge suspended sculpture directly above his head.

The angel's figure is shrouded under the incomplete wings, and the feathers are particularly realistic, and the previous quick glance did not make it clear.

Now that he was very close, the man could clearly feel that the angel was looking down at him, looking at each other.

He saw that there were very real emotions flowing in the angel's stone eyes.

Compassion, love and some kind of superiority...

"It...isn't it at the gate? How come it's on top of me?"

The man did not see a trace of compassion in this gaze. On the contrary, he saw the stone sculpture eroded by darkness.

He could only feel a strong dark atmosphere.

The sculptures on the ceiling are moving, and the compassion in the angel's eyes turns to cruelty.

The man has no chance to break away from the rope and rescue his girlfriend. He can never even see the evil man in the Mao suit again.

His figure disappeared.

There is an eighth door on this floor, which is engraved with a man with his hands tied, his eyes full of despair before death.