Weird Regulator

This is a very bad sign.

Hong Fu, who had always been optimistic, now had obvious worry on his face, and his brows furrowed into the character "Chuan".

Tongguan must not have left the seventh exhibition hall, otherwise why wouldn't it be contacted on the public channel?

Then excluding the possibility of his escape, there is only the worst outcome.

Not far away, Ding Wangshu swung his beautiful braids and ran towards him quickly.

Hong Fu lowered his head silently, sighing in his heart, and expressed pessimism about the situation.

If Tongguan dies, Jin Xi may not be able to survive.

On the fourth underground floor, Feng Jiafu and Fang Shenyan did not dare to look for them.

Chen Wen is dead, and now he and Ding Wangshu are the only living people in the museum.

"Tongguan isn't here?"

Ding Wangshu read a sad look on Hong Fu's face. She was also an eccentric girl, so she could naturally feel the current situation.

Hong Fu lowered his head for a long time before he remembered to cover the sensitive parts of his body.

But neither of them said anything at this point.

At this point, they are each other's teammates, and gender differences and little shame are nothing in the face of life and death.

Hong Fu's silence made Ding Wangshu feel depressed. She sat down against the wall and thought for a while before asking:

"What do you think we can do now?"

The time came to 1:17 midnight, and there was still one hour and 43 minutes left before the end of this mission.

Even in this little time, we have to erase the fraction of forty-three and regard it as the return time.

Hong Fu stared at the hands of the watch turning in circles. Time was passing by, and there was very little he could do.

He agreed with Tongguan's previous plan.

Now that all the foreign exhibition halls of the painting museum have been burned to the ground, they need to re-enter to search for any surviving items.

This survivor is, of course, the "skin bag" they cherish so much.

Hong Fu was silently scheming in his mind, but as if he realized something, he asked Ding Wangshu:

"You hid on the fourth floor underground for half an hour. Why did you suddenly come out?"

Ding Wangshu huddled in the corner, looking straight at the flower pot in the center of the porcelain hall, sighing and saying:

"Because I found a body."

"Corpse?"

"It's... it's Feng Jiafu's body..."

Ding Wangshu's tone was mixed with fear and regret. She was still calm when she said this. She raised her head and stared at Hong Fu and told her experience.

I have to say that as the youngest girl in this mission, Ding Wangshu performed quite well.

Half an hour ago, she and Chen Wenzang were at the entrance of the first floor, waiting for news about Tongguan and others.

Chen Wen was complacent that he had found a good hiding place, and was thankful that Tongguan was in charge of the task, so he could fish in troubled waters.

But this beautiful idea was quickly shattered.

Ding Wangshu found an angel with broken wings reflected on the glass of the front door.

The moment he saw it, his body became uncontrollably stiff.

Before she could realize why this relief appeared behind her, she was almost killed instantly.

Fortunately, both of their nerves were highly tense, and Chen Wen helped Ding Wangshu when he was in danger.

Chen Wen, a particularly timid man, did not choose to leave Ding Wangshu behind, but started running towards the inside of the museum with her.

Ding Wangshu also regained control of his body after distancing himself from the broken-winged angel.

The ghost blocked the door to escape, and the two had no choice but to separate in an emergency.

Chen Wen fled all the way up, while Ding Wangshu ran down.

She did not pause as she passed one exhibition hall after another. During her escape, her target was only the fourth underground floor.

The broken-winged angel, as a ghost in the sculpture gallery, went out to kill people, which was beyond her psychological expectations.

In this emergency, she subconsciously wanted to seek shelter.

Up there is Tongguan, and down there is Fang Shenyan.

With this purpose, Ding Wangshu got into the fourth underground floor without looking back.

On the fourth underground floor, with few light sources and complicated roads, she could not find Fang Shenyan at all.

While running around, she found a door to the utility room whose lock had fallen to the ground, and got in regardless.

Time and darkness are tormenting Ding Wangshu's mentality.

Finally, after twenty minutes, she realized that she couldn't hide in just one location, otherwise the chance of being found would be greatly increased.

Moreover, she thought that since she was on the fourth underground floor, she might be able to take the initiative to investigate.

It means that unknown clues can be found, as well as Fang Shenyan and Feng Jiafu.

With this purpose, Ding Wangshu began to search along the passages extending in all directions.

But there was no information or clues.

While wandering around without a clue, she smelled a strong pungent smell and a strange "rustling" sound.

The sound was like the sound of wind blowing on leaves.

But appearing in a sealed underground floor is weird enough.

Ding Wangshu instinctively wanted to run away, but she didn't know what her mentality was, so she decided to go up and take a look.

She poked her head out from the corner and saw a corpse in the dimness...

The light was too dim and she could only see a black shadow lying on the ground.

The body's back is facing up, showing a "big" character, but there is no bulge.

It was as if it had been crushed to the ground by a road roller, almost becoming a flat surface.

The most bizarre thing is that there is no trace of blood or bone residue in such a tragic death.

Only the fragile human skin and scattered clothes allowed her to identify the corpse as Feng Jiafu.

Death appeared suddenly and heroically in front of Ding Wangshu.

So, she turned around and ran like a headless fly, forgetting the road, and just wanted to leave the fourth underground floor.

When Hong Fu heard this, he frowned, touched his chin and muttered:

"Feng Jiafu is dead. How come the circumstances of his death are so similar to the murder method in "Stephanie's Smile"?"

Feng Jiafu's murder has become a fact. Perhaps "Stephanie's Smile" is on the fourth underground floor.

But where did Fang Shenyan go?

He and Feng Jiafu should always be together. If Feng Jiafu is killed, the ghost will obviously target him.

But why hasn't Hong Fu found any trace of Fang Shenyan in the entire museum until now?

There seemed to be only two possibilities left: either Fang Shenyan was still on the fourth floor underground, or he was dead.

Or perhaps, there is a third, more terrifying possibility...

Hong Fu rolled his eyes, looked at Ding Wangshu and asked blankly:

"Sister, what is that 'rustling' sound you hear?"

Ding Wangshu also had a trace of doubt in her eyes. She thought about it carefully and said:

"I can't tell. It's like the sound of leaves blown by the wind. It's pretty nice."

"Shashasha..."

Almost as soon as Ding Wangshu finished speaking, the exact same "rustling" sound suddenly sounded in their ears.

The sound came so unexpectedly that neither of them reacted, and they even thought it was an illusion created by their thoughts.

But Hong Fu shuddered, and he took Ding Wangshu's arm and helped him up.

He pointed to the flower pot in the center of the porcelain hall with a look of horror on his face.

On the huge flower pot, there is a handful of lotus leaves spread out like an umbrella. At this time, it is gently swaying in the wind.

A burst of scarlet blood rain appeared out of thin air above, and it kept pouring on the lotus leaves, making a strange "rustling" sound.

The lotus leaves seemed to absorb nutrients and grew bigger and bigger, occupying the entire ceiling of the porcelain museum in just a few seconds.

In the eyes of Hong Fu and Ding Wangshu looking up, lotus leaves enveloped the entire exhibition hall.

On the green and red roots, densely packed corpses had silk threads pierced through their ears, and their heads were hung under lotus leaves.

Accompanied by a strange "rustling" sound, the corpses were swaying gently like fruits.