Ning Que dug out a diary from a large junk box. It had a cowhide cover and fine, thick paper, with a brand-name fountain pen tucked next to it. However, when he opened it, the writing inside was smudged, leaving only a few words visible.
"I dreamed of a woman, a girl with long hair and a sweet smile. She's my type." Ning Que flipped through a few more pages.
[She likes folk customs, so I built a museum of folk customs from my hometown and gave it to her.]
It seemed that the family was well-off. Ning Que looked around but found nothing else, so he put it aside and continued to search for something in the box. In the end, he only found a painting at the bottom of the box. It was a painting of a smiling face with 7 tentacles growing on it. The rest were some work records of the man.
Ning Que looked at the thick stack of account books and felt a little strange. Something was wrong. Logically speaking, the Buddha statue had appeared on the second floor, so there should be a record of the transaction. She should not have missed it. Ning Que had even found out about the real estate transactions here, so why was the Buddha statue the only one missing?
2 a.m.
The thick clouds made it impossible for the night to get any light. The garden works that were originally beautifully trimmed during the day changed their faces in the dark, becoming strange and grotesque. The breeze blew through them, making rustling sounds.
Ning Que looked back at all the players following behind him and quietly hid inside.
In the dark night, the museum was filled with cold air, vaguely taking away the slightest warmth from the body. The sculptures on the first floor made a soft creaking sound. All the eyes lit up, as if injected with life, staring at the group of people who had trespassed and disturbed their lives.
The fat man looked at the first floor, which was pitch black and could only be seen with the help of a flashlight. "Where are the people?"
At this moment, the wooden door behind creaked shut.
At night, even the slightest sound would be amplified, especially in this cannibalistic museum. Everyone was secretly on guard, fearing that something unknown would appear and capture them. The sound of the large Western clock at the first-floor staircase seemed to grow louder and louder, its gentle swings like heavy thumps hitting everyone's heart, making them feel inexplicably uneasy.
Everything was quiet, as if everything had happened, and nothing had happened, and they were forgotten.
I don't know how much time passed, but under the intense tension and vigilance, the fat man's shirt was soaked, and the cool breeze made his cotton clothes even colder. Everyone maintained this posture for a long time, deeply afraid that if they broke the heavy and profound silence, they would be the first to be shot and killed.
Suddenly, the entire hall was lit up with dim yellow lights, which dotted the air like fireflies, and then slowly gathered together, like a glowing ribbon wrapped around the wall, and the surrounding statues began to move.
Everyone looked at the stiff and lifelike sculptures, which were instantly filled with life.
At this time, a melodious opera voice was heard, and a woman in red and wearing a mask jumped down the stairs without saying a word. The hem of her skirt and sleeves drew graceful arcs in the air, and singing came from all directions.
"Xiao Pingping, I'm pretending to be awesome, right?" Ning Que was extremely satisfied with his actions.
"Everyone is a distinguished guest, and I'm sure you're all familiar with our museum! Without further ado, let's get started with our first night's activity, 'Rice Cake Making.' As the saying goes, 'Eating rice cakes brings prosperity every year.' To make a good rice cake, not only must the ingredients be high, but the people who make it are equally important. You are all distinguished guests, so please make yourselves!"
The joints of the sculpture in the center of the first floor made sounds of disrepair, and the sculptures in the main hall also seemed to have triggered a chain reaction. One by one, they jumped down from the stands and surrounded all the players with smiles on their faces.
The statue at the front is about paper cutting. The girl has pigtails, red blush on her face, a bright red mouth, and a pair of large scissors in her hands that are flashing with cold light and making clicks.
The man in the suit developed vertical pupils in his eyes, and a long, scaly tail emerged from his lower body. With a flick, he carried away a group of statues, but some of them simply lay on top of them. Each lifelike figure giggled and peeled off the scales from his tail, revealing the bright pink flesh underneath. A pair of bird wings appeared on the fat man's body, and he hovered in mid-air. The man and woman who had been assaulting him stood back to back, with all sorts of vines appearing from their hands. For a moment, the hall was ablaze with colorful light.
A red bug popped out of the little butterfly's mouth, and a row of bottles and jars hung around its waist. Feng Hao took out a handful of beads, but strangely, none of those surrounded them. It seemed as if they had formed an absolutely safe space here.
Unexpectedly, the petite girl with devil horns was the first to be stuffed into the stone trough for beating rice cakes. Once the hammer hit her, she was immediately turned into a bloody mess, and the bones and flesh were mixed into a ball, and her original appearance could not be seen.
The players were scattered in various corners of the first floor.
In the dark, everything appears different from during the day.
The coveted pair of hair embroidery in the northeast corner of the first floor had long been on the horizon. The strands of hair that formed the exquisite pattern during the day had now transformed into the most powerful weapons, piercing the players who accidentally retreated there as if they were a piece of meat pierced with bamboo sticks. In the end, without hesitation, the player plucked out a head of black hair while she was still alive.
Ning Que and Wanyu glanced at each other from time to time. More than half of the players on the first floor had been damaged. Ning Que took a pair of scissors and cut the cloth. "Wanyu, tell the people outside to stop!"
Wanyu didn't even raise her head. "Just call her."
A small loudspeaker in the hall outside called out, "This tour is over!"
This was like an order. In an instant, all the statues slowly and obediently retreated to their original places, and the hair waving outside slowly retracted. The brothers who were pounding rice cakes immediately froze in place, fearing that if they were a second late, Ning Que would pound them into rice cakes.
When Butler Ning appeared, he looked at them quietly, then turned around and said, "I'm leaving."
The remaining five players followed the figure in front of them who was moving through the darkness back to the room. Everyone stared at the person in front of them thoughtfully.
"Xiao Queque, Huanhuan's people are here, you need to go and talk to them."
"Okay, I'll arrange it." Ning Que asked Wanyu to help take a look in exchange for ten drawings to prevent all the players from dying.
During the three days that Ning Que was away, no one saw him.
Little Butterfly took out a piece of paper and sat in her room. "All we know now is that this museum was built by a loving man for his beloved woman. Later, something happened, causing both the man and woman to disappear. But there are some strange things."
Feng Hao kept circling the name of the museum. "Artemisia capillaris seems to be a kind of bitter water in the Bible. So does it mean that my love is bitter?"
"That suggests unrequited love, a long-cherished love that could turn into hate." Little Butterfly looked at the information she had collected, still not understanding it. After all, she had to spend the last day on the second floor, so she felt a little discouraged. "But this is all I can collect so far, and this is assuming we can safely explore the first floor."
"Yeah, Sister Ning is really good." Feng Hao suddenly talked about Ning Que but quickly changed the topic. However, the exploration of the entire copy was still in full swing, and Ning Que's side was very intense.
"I don't care. This is the reward I want after I complete the mission." Ning Que crossed his arms, looking helpless. "Fix my territory for me. You've seen my requirements, they're not high demands. If you don't agree, my amusement park will close. I don't owe you alone. How long will it take me to pay you back? Maybe you won't even get to wait for your whole life."
Finally, under Ning Que's shameless attack, the man finally agreed to Ning Que's request. Shu Huan hugged Yi Ping and said, "You can do it. I just put up a pole for you and you climbed up."
Ning Que slumped in his office chair. "Oh, there's nothing I can do. I'm the one who owes the money! The point is, I feel really bad. I didn't use a single cent of this money, yet I'm expected to pay it back."
Shu Huan, "Someone at the headquarters has taken a fancy to your village manhunt. Do you want to rent it or sell it?"
"Of course it's a lease, but what's it for?" Ning Que took the contract and chewed it over word by word carefully. Oh, it was for a romantic relationship, a love story of educated youth from the countryside. "Okay, if you say you're not allowed to bully the people on my side, then I agree."
Ning Que went to practice his skills, took some things, and went back immediately.
After all, Shuhuan was the one who paid for the previous amusement park, so he can be considered half a creditor!
After Ning Que left, a white shadow flashed across the room.
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