Chapter 765 Red Hijab
“What are you looking at?” Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man and asked.
The fat man was walking when he suddenly stopped, then turned his head and looked in the direction they were walking with a strange expression on his face. After a while, he whispered: "You guys... did you feel anything? "
"No." Huaiyi said.
Everyone was a little nervous when he did this.
Jiang Cheng looked behind him carefully and found nothing strange, so he had to urge: "Get out of here first."
Under Jiang Cheng's leadership, several people quickly found the sculpture classroom.
It is at the end of the corridor on the second floor, just around the corner, not far from the bathroom.
There are two sculptures placed in front of the sculpture classroom.
The sculpture on the left is a woman, with her head raised slightly, her right arm raised high, and a bird dragging on it.
Jiang Cheng guessed that the meaning of this sculpture should be peace, and the bird it was dragging was actually a peace dove.
The sculpture on the right is a man, with full muscles, giving people a strong sense of power.
He lowered his head slightly and stared at his hands. He held a hammer tightly in both hands. The hammer was blunt at one end and sharp at the other. It looked quite high-quality.
Wang Qi inspected the two sculptures, but it seemed that he didn't find anything strange.
“Look here.” Shen Mengyun suddenly pointed at the door and said.
Different from the decoration in the art hall, the door of the sculpture classroom gives people a very old feeling.
It is a dark wooden door with double openings. When you touch it with your hands, you will find many pits and bumps on it, as if something relatively hard has been knocked in and out of the door frequently.
The position of the door handle still has traces of scratches.
When I opened the door, I was greeted by an indescribable smell, like something that had been left for a long time and had become moldy.
The fat man knew nothing about sculpture. He originally thought that the sculpture classroom would have a very high-end feel, but he found that it was not much cleaner than the construction site where he worked.
There is no floor on the ground, just the simplest cement floor, which is dark. There are a few tables, small and square, with semi-finished sculptures placed on the tables.
Buckets, watering cans, and large pieces of plastic paper can be seen everywhere on the ground, as well as some materials used for sculptures piled together.
On the other side, there are many finished sculptures leaning against the wall.
Because of the light, some of the finished products are covered with transparent plastic paper, which looks a bit weird at first glance.
It looks like corpses wrapped up after being killed.
Jiang Cheng walked to the position near the door. There were several baskets there, made of bamboo. Judging from the wear and tear, they must be at least 7 or 8 years old.
Old objects from the Eight Classics.
Jiang Cheng reached out and took out a sickle-like tool from the basket.
But it is not as sharp as a sickle, and the front end is not edged, but it is much thicker.
After waving it in the air a few times, Jiang Cheng seemed not to understand the essence of this tool, so he thought for a moment and called the fat man back.
The fat man stood there, watching the doctor holding the sickle with a serious face and circling him.
I also stopped from time to time and made a few gestures to the back of my head.
About a minute later, Jiang Cheng finally showed a satisfied smile.
Everyone looked at Jiangcheng and walked up one after another, choosing weapons that were handy.
Huaiyi chose a metal nail, about 10 centimeters long, with a sharp front end.
Wang Qi took an iron hook with a curved front end, which was similar to the one they used to hook corpses in the medical building.
Shen Mengyun had a foot injury and only took a blunt knife to defend himself.
Then everyone looked at the fat man. Half of his body was almost stuck in the basket. It took a long time before he fished something out from the bottom of the basket.
While seeing this thing clearly, everyone couldn't help but be a little surprised. It was a hammer that looked very cruel.
The handle of the hammer was wrapped around and around with hemp rope, and there seemed to be blood stains on it.
"Brother Fugui," Huaiyi swallowed and suggested, "If you want to take this, won't it be too bulky?"
The fat man shook it casually with 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 he was thinking. Searching in his memories, he whispered: "And I don't know why, when I see this hammer, I feel very familiar."
If it were another person to say this, Huaiyi would definitely think that this person is out of his mind. There is a problem, but Brother Fugui is an official member of Crimson. He can understand not to mention being friendly with Hammer, but even being friendly with Ghost.
"Perhaps the person who is most affectionate is not the hammer, but the person who uses the hammer." Looking around, the person who said this was Wang Qi.
"Bang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of something falling to the ground and breaking apart.
A little far away from them, it sounded like, on the other side of the corridor.
Soon, everyone realized that the sound sounded like a sculpture falling over, falling to the ground and breaking into pieces.
"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 gray and white, and were very close to the color of the sculpture, like work clothes.
It was dirty, and the whole piece of clothing was stained gray-white by the things that rubbed on it.
Jiang Cheng took one piece and folded it up, just enough to wrap up the sickle.
Before I reached 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.
"Dong."
"Dong."
According to what Yuan Xiaoyi said, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and knocked on the door twice, and then pushed the door with a little force.
"Creak——"
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 is ajar.
No lock.
Looking around, the sculpture hall is much larger.
It was relatively empty inside. They had learned from the directional map that the entire sculpture hall was in the shape of a fan.
It is divided into 4 areas, displaying different types of sculptures.
After entering the sculpture hall, everyone felt a strange feeling in their hearts at the same time.
Similar to the library and the abandoned playground, this place was also shrouded in gloom, as if a layer of filter had been added.
Although there is no lighting, if you look carefully, 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.
I don’t know whether it’s the light or the psychological effect. Fatty stared at the static sculptures hidden in the shadows, suspecting that they could come alive 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 while, 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..." 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 his head, with the four corners of the red cloth hanging down, like a bride getting married."< br>
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