"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...do you feel anything?"
"No." Huaiyi said.
When he did this, everyone was a little nervous.
Jiang Cheng looked behind him carefully and didn't find anything strange, so he had to urge: "Get out of here first."
Under the leadership of Jiang Cheng, several people quickly found the sculpture classroom.
It's 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 slightly raised, 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 checked 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's a dark wooden door with double openings. When you touch it with your hand, you can see that there are many pits on it, as if something relatively hard has been knocked in and out of the door frequently.
There are still traces of scratches on the door handle.
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.
Fatty knew nothing about sculpture. He originally thought that the sculpture classroom would be very high-end, 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 on the tables.
Buckets, watering cans, large pieces of plastic paper, and some piled up materials used for sculptures can be seen everywhere on the ground.
On the other side, there are many finished sculptures leaning against the wall.
Because of the light, the shadows are blurry, and some finished products are wrapped in transparent plastic paper, which looks a bit weird at first glance.
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.
Authentic old items.
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 didn't seem 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.
He would stop from time to time and make a few gestures to the back of his head.
About a minute later, Jiang Cheng finally showed a satisfied smile.
Everyone looked at Jiang Cheng 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's foot was injured and he 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 him a long time before he fished something out from the bottom of the basket.
When everyone saw this thing clearly, they 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, "You...if you want to take this, will it be too bulky?"
The fat man shook his hand casually, "I think it's okay, mainly because I feel at ease."
After a moment, he stopped, looked at the hammer in his hand, his eyes became a little strange, as if searching for memories, and whispered: "And I don't know why, seeing this hammer, I feel... It feels very intimate.”
If it were another person to say this, Huaiyi would definitely think that this person has a brain problem, but Brother Fugui is an official member of Crimson. He can understand not only the hammer but also the ghost.
"Perhaps...it's not the hammer that's dear to me, but the person who uses the hammer." Xun Xun heard that the person who said this was Wang Qi.
"boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of something falling to the ground and breaking apart.
Somewhere 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 and falling to the ground.
"It's almost where the sculpture hall is." Shen Mengyun said after thinking for a moment.
"Let's go and have a look." Wang Qi was the first to respond.
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, very close to the color of the sculpture, like work clothes.
It was dirty, and the whole piece of clothing was stained grayish-white by the things that rubbed on it.
Jiang Cheng took one piece and folded it up, just in time to wrap up the sickle.
Before reaching the sculpture hall, I heard a rustling sound coming from that direction, but when I actually walked outside the door, the sounds inside disappeared again.
"Boom."
"Dong dong."
According to what Yuan Xiaoyi said, Jiang Cheng reached out and knocked on the door twice, and then pushed the door with a little force.
"Crunch——"
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 was ajar.
No lock.
Looking at it, the sculpture hall is much larger.
It was relatively empty inside. They had learned from the map before that the entire sculpture hall was in the shape of a fan.
It is divided into 4 areas, each displaying different types of sculptures.
After entering the sculpture hall, everyone felt a strange feeling in their hearts at the same time.
Just like the library or 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 closely, 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.
It's not clear whether it's due to the light or psychological effects. Fatty stared at the static sculptures hidden in the shadows, suspecting that they could come to life at any time, and then they jumped towards him with open teeth.
While his eyes were moving, Leng Buding glanced at a place. After a moment, 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 just... a person there. He was squatting in the corner, with his back to the outside. He was wearing red clothes, and... he was..." 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 her head, with the four corners of the red cloth hanging down, just like a bride getting married."
