Nightmare Attack

Jiang Cheng drove and took the fat man Lin Wan'er to Huai Yi's place.

Before going, Jiang Cheng told Huai Yi not to say much about the website, and to sort out the selected supernatural events separately, and then everyone discussed and chose one from them.

"Who is this?" Huai Yi looked at the fat man.

"Wang Fugui." The fat man was full of confidence, and his eyes were full of distrust when he looked at Huai Yi.

"Brother Fugui." Huai Yi smiled with a smile on his face, as if he had seen a relative. He probably regarded the fat man as a person similar to Jiang Cheng and Lin Wan'er.

Three Crimson Huai Yi felt that this wave was stable.

And looking at the fat man's eyes and physique, he was definitely a Crimson Big Brother-level figure.

In the fairy tale, he would be the ancestor of the family who did not show up easily.

Huai Yi warmly invited everyone to sit down, drew the curtains, and the room suddenly became dark, and then moved out a projector and faced the wall.

"I have selected three supernatural events, all of which are Class C, all in cities near us, and the farthest driving time is no more than 6 hours."

Soon, there was a picture on the wall.

It was a building that looked very old, with three floors and a rather strange architectural style. It was estimated that it had a history of at least a hundred years.

"This is the first one: the half-length portrait incident in Fengcheng Museum."

Huai Yi held the remote control in his hand, and after pressing it, the picture began to change constantly, with an interval of about 10 seconds in between, which were the exterior views of the building from different angles and different time periods.

"What is this?" The fat man asked, looking at a corner of the picture.

Huai Yi stopped the picture, and then zoomed in a little bit. Everyone noticed that there was a bronze figure standing at the most remote window on the second floor of the museum.

The figure only showed the upper half of the body, and the strange thing was the face of the figure, the painful expression looked lifelike.

"This is a folk museum with a history of nearly a hundred years." Huai Yi introduced: "But not long ago, the curator of this museum suddenly disappeared. Not long after, everyone found that a cleaner and a maintenance staff member inside were also missing." "By the way, this folk museum has a small audience and is located in a remote suburb. Not many people come here usually, so there are only three people in the museum: the curator, the maintenance staff, and the cleaner." "The exhibits have only historical value, not much economic value, and they are very niche, so there is not even a security guard." "What does this have to do with the portrait?" Lin Wan'er asked. The name of this supernatural event is the Fengcheng Museum Half-length Portrait Incident. The portrait in the picture is obviously wrong, giving people a creepy feeling. Huai Yi continued to click the remote control, "You continue to watch, this is the museum's previous exhibits promotional picture, and this is the picture taken by the police in the museum after the curator disappeared." The two pictures were projected onto the wall together, one on the left and one on the right. There are two statues of people. Judging from their size, they should be life-size statues, but only the upper body is shown. The lower body is replaced by a strange lotus platform.

The statue is separated from the outside by a heavy glass cover. A sticker with a few words is attached to the lower right side of the glass cover.

It can be vaguely seen that it is written in red pen, but the handwriting is blurred at this moment.

"This is..." The fat man widened his eyes.

"Yes." Huai Yi nodded with a strange expression, "These two statues should be the same, but it may not be accurate to say so. Well, this statue has changed."

This is very obvious. The first statue is a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a strong physique, while the second statue is an old man with a hunched body and one blind eye.

But similarly, the expressions of the two statues are extremely painful.

Next, Huai Yi took a deep breath, which seemed to be some kind of signal. Huai Yi pressed the button, and the picture on the wall changed again, this time it was a photo.

An old man with a hunched back is sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a huge broom in his hands. The background is this folk museum.

The overall style is dull and solemn, giving people a sense of desolation of the changing times.

What really attracts everyone's attention is the half face of the old man, which is exactly the same as the old man in the second sculpture!

"The old man's surname is Zhao, and he is the missing curator of this folk museum." Huai Yi turned his head and looked at everyone and said.

"Also, pay attention here." Huai Yi enlarged the photo and just captured a window on the second floor of the museum at the edge of the photo.

Due to the angle, only half of the window is left.

And it was this half window. It happened to be windy at that time, and the heavy dark red curtains that were originally hanging at the window were lifted by the wind, revealing a bronze face hidden behind it.

The face was facing the direction of the old man, and a pair of eyes stared at this place, as if hiding behind the curtains and peeping.

It is the sculpture in the first picture!