Chapter 89 89. Sculpture Museum (5)
“I didn’t see the staff resting anywhere!” Old Zhao whispered.
Lin Xi smiled and said nothing.
Guo Xinxin also smiled.
Song Ci glanced at Lin Xi and seemed to have some realization.
Zhang Laifu liked those kittens very much, and after petting them a few more times, he stood up and followed everyone downstairs.
As soon as Lin Xi came downstairs, he saw other people waiting for them at the stairs.
"Shall we go downstairs?" Guo Xinxin asked.
“Let’s go to the third floor and have a look!” Lin Xi said.
"Then let's go downstairs first." Xiaohong said. "I haven't found any clues, so why not go back and rest."
"You can do whatever you want." Lin Xi smiled.
Except Lao Liang who was willing to stay, everyone else went downstairs to leave.
Lin Xi took the lead to walk to the exhibition hall on the third floor. As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a fat girl in her twenties coming up to her with a smile on her face.
"Hello everyone, welcome to the exhibition hall on the third floor of the Sculpture Museum. I am the commentator on the third floor. Now, I will give you a detailed explanation of the exhibits on the third floor." said the slightly fat girl. .
“There’s no need to go into details, just give a rough outline.” Lin Xi said. "It's time for you to get off work. It's too troublesome for you."
"It doesn't matter, serving enthusiasts and visitors is what we should do."
Zhang Laifu glanced at the display cabinet, then at the fat girl, and suddenly covered his mouth.
Song Ci had a clear look on his face, as if he understood something.
A trace of surprise flashed in Lao Zhao's eyes, and he seemed to understand, and whispered something to Lao Liang.
The live broadcast room is already abuzz.
——Holy crap, is this the same sculpture just now?
——123 and Guo Damei have already told each other, so there is nothing to be surprised about.
——But no one took it too seriously.
——What does that clue mean? Are these considered living or dead?
—— Living or dead are no better, you forgot that note.
——The living are not human beings, but the dead are human beings.
——Holy shit, it’s so scary, so is she dead or not?
——None of the options are good.
Lin Xi smiled at the live broadcast room. The audience was smart this time, but some people were going to have their money deducted again.
Sure enough, the audience member who asked whether it was a dead person or not said that he had been deducted twenty gold coins.
——I’ll go, what did I say? I just asked a question.
There were not many exhibits on the third floor, only six. The fat girl quickly explained and left the exhibition hall.
Lin Xi and the others looked at each other.
“So, these life-size sculptures are all museum staff?” Song Ci said.
"Yes." Lin Xi replied. "So are the four people on the fourth floor, and so is the one on the second floor."
"There are also two people in the courtyard, the dormitory manager, and five people in the cafeteria." Guo Xinxin answered.
“I asked why the sculpture at the stairway on the second floor looks so familiar.” Zhang Laifu said.
“But what is the essence of sculpture?” Lao Liang asked. "The exam will be tomorrow."
"It's better not to be a human being!" Lao Zhao said, with a trace of fear on his face. "Turn people into sculptures?"
"It's possible." Song Ci said. "Have you not heard from Teacher Zhong that if ten days pass and everyone fails the exam, they will stay in the dormitory or cafeteria cleaning?"
"But what does that clue mean?" Guo Xinxin frowned.
“Everyone we see should be considered alive.” Lin Xi said. "Living people are not people. Does that mean that the museum staff are not people, but just sculptures?"
"What about dead people?" Zhang Laifu asked. "It should mean... there are still dead people in the museum, but we didn't find them." Lin Xi said.
——I guess, the more you talk about it, the more terrifying it becomes.
——When will the dead man appear?
——I know, but I won’t tell.
“If living people appear during the day, does that mean that dead people will appear at night?” Song Ci said.
——I announce that the bosses of this copy are 123, Guo Xinxin and Song Ci.
——Agree.
——Old Zhao is okay. Although he didn’t say it right, he dared to think about it.
——I think anyone who dares to go upstairs can do it, at least if they are brave enough.
——Being bold is not enough, you also have to be careful. The curator clearly said that you can visit it, but you don’t have to go up. So it's not a taboo.
“Everyone, please be careful tonight!” Guo Xinxin said and asked again. "Do you have any sculptures in your room?"
A few people shook their heads.
"That should be because they are not in everyone's room." Guo Xinxin said. "Where will the dead people be?"
"You mean, dead people are also sculptures?" Zhang Laifu asked.
“Yes.” Guo Xinxin said. "Teacher Zhong has already said that if we fail the exam, we will be left to clean the house. But first of all, we are human beings, and they are definitely different from the sculptures we saw today. But if you also want us to clean the house, we may be included in the cleaning. Turn into sculptures.”
“So, she means to kill us first and then turn us into sculptures.”
“We are human beings, but we are dead people.” Lin Xi said.
——No, is it really okay for you to discuss that if you are killed, you will turn into a dead person and then into a sculpture?
——I’m convinced, I’m really convinced. If there were a few timid players, the fat girl would be scared to death as soon as she came out.
“So, you deduce that dead people are also sculptures?” Lao Liang asked.
“Yes, this is a sculpture museum!” Lin Xi smiled.
——123 Don’t laugh, you are still laughing even though you are calling yourself a dead person.
——It’s so exciting to follow 123!
——Guo Xinxin is also good and pretty.
——Song Ci is also good-looking!
——Who doesn’t like this copy?
——Yes, girls are pretty.
——Men are okay, Lao Liang, Chen Xiaohai and Zhang Laifu are all okay.
——Zhang Laifu is good-looking, Lao Liang also has the charm of a mature man, but Chen Xiaohai is just dirty.
——This is called rough beauty.
“Since dead people are also sculptures, where are these sculptures?” Lao Zhao asked. "Not in my dormitory, not in the exhibition hall, not in the yard, not in the corridor, and not in the cafeteria."
"Who said not in the dormitory?" Lin Xi smiled. "There should be more than eleven dormitories on the second floor just for us!"
"You mean, we live on the same floor as those dead people?" Zhang Laifu asked, his face turned pale with fear.
Lao Liang and Lao Zhao also changed their expressions instantly.
——I announce that the bosses of this copy are 123, Guo Xinxin and Song Ci. No one has any objections this time, right?
——I do, and among those who are not present, there may also be big shots.
——They can’t even find any clues, they don’t dare to go upstairs when they hear taboos, how can they still be the boss?
——Yes, they are not bold and careful enough in the first place.
—— Sometimes knowing how to protect yourself is also a tactic.
——That’s true.
"It's already dark." Lin Xi said. "Let's go eat first, and then we'll go check out other dormitories together later."
"Looking for dead people at night?" Lao Liang asked.
"Otherwise!" Guo Xinxin said. "Anyway, if you don't look for them, they will look for you."