Chapter 2127 2135 [Noble Scriptwriter]
Jiang Xia glanced in the direction where Gao Sen Zhencheng left, then retracted his gaze and pushed open the door of the "Mask Hall" in front of him.
Behind the door was a brightly lit hall. On the opposite wall, there was a door exactly the same as the one here.
At almost the same moment, the door was pushed open - the photographer, the baseball player and the fortune teller walked in.
The two parties met face to face, and each understood: this room should be in the middle, connecting the east and west sides.
The Mask Hall is very large and looks like a small museum. Various masks are displayed in the counters on both sides, and there are many masks hanging on the walls like murals, from ancient times to the present.
Conan was walking around when he suddenly noticed a remote control next to the cabinet.
He was startled and poked the switch.
The next moment, the curtains on the wall slid open to both sides at the same time, revealing a thin cabinet at the back. The cabinet had several layers, and each layer had a row of pale masks.
——Compared with other carefully designed masks of various styles, these masks hidden behind the scenes are frighteningly monotonous. They seem to be carved from thin wood and painted a uniform white. There are holes for eyes and mouth on the masks, with eyes slanted down and corners of the mouth sharply raised, like ghost faces pasted on the wall, staring sinisterly at the people in the hall.
Just one mask like this would make people feel uncomfortable, but now such masks are everywhere and cover two walls.
It was like being stared at by hundreds of monsters. Mao Lilan took two steps back in fear. She managed to resist kicking out of fear: "What is this?!"
A kind and gentle laugh came from outside the door: "Don't be afraid, child. These so-called 'Shawbul's Masks' are very meaningful collections."
Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the voice. They saw Mrs. Su Fang and her secretary appear at the door. The 60-year-old grandmother was energetic, wearing light makeup, and was smiling at the famous guests she had invited.
After a brief greeting, Mrs. Su Fang walked into the house and stopped in front of Jiang Xia. She looked at the detective who was not frightened by "Xiao Buer's Mask" and said happily: "How is it? These collections of mine."
Jiang Xia: "It looks pretty good." It's a pity that there are no undead spirits possessing it.
Next to her, the beautiful female fortune teller came over after being stunned. She looked at Mrs. Sufang and said, "Are these white masks on the wall really the legendary 'Shawbul's Mask'?"
Mrs. Sufang was pleased by her reaction. Noticing that others were also eavesdropping, she laughed and said a few more words:
"Yes, this is the last work of the Spanish sculptor, Chauble. Chauble Condres was a tragic figure. He created many works in his life, but only this batch of masks is the most legendary.
"He was born into a wealthy family and was extremely talented, but was later framed by his jealous brother and lost his status, reputation, and all his property.
"From then on, Xiaobul felt hopeless about human nature. As if possessed by something, he began to carve these pure white smiling face masks non-stop. When he had completed 200 masks, someone found him dead in his home.
"He committed suicide while lying on his bed. The blood from his neck stained the snow-white sheets red, and the last 200 masks he made were scattered around him. Those snow-white smiling faces were stained with blood and surrounded him. According to eyewitnesses, it was as if these masks had sucked his blood and bit their owner to death."
"Since then, these seemingly ordinary masks have become famous, and people usually call them - 'Cursed Masks'."
The fortune teller had obviously heard of this story. She sighed and continued:
"After Xiaobul's death, his injustice was cleared, his reputation was vindicated, and these masks became precious collections. Many people were proud to be able to collect this kind of 'cursed mask'.
"However, the good times didn't last long. Before long, people who owned these masks began to encounter accidents and die one after another. The general manager of a British bank received a mask the day before, and fell off his horse the next day and died. A French jeweler was attacked by robbers and died on the spot...
"So later on, a rumor spread that this mask would suck the blood of the person wearing it, and people started to avoid it."
As soon as the words were spoken, everyone in the room was stunned.
"If you collect just one, it will be a problem, and you have collected 200?" The tall and mighty baseball player was extremely shocked. "Is it really okay?"
——If he had known that this kind of weird stuff was hidden here, he would never have come here even if you killed him!
Although masks only feed on their owners, there are 200 masks here! How can the skinny Mrs. Sufang feed them enough? What if these masks don't have enough and start to attack innocent guests...
The baseball player's face turned pale. For the first time, he was dissatisfied with his muscular body: even humans like to eat meat in the tough parts. Would these masks also think he was the most delicious and leave the others behind to eat him first?
But soon he remembered something and looked at the high school students and the elementary school student thoughtfully: "..." Thinking about it carefully, the problem didn't seem to be big - maybe Mask liked tenderer meat, and his meat was too tough compared to these children, and it was hard to eat.
Next to him, Maya Hashimoto, who was huddled in the corner, also had a complicated expression: Although there are no ghosts in the world, if Uzo had heard the legend of this mask, he would definitely want to play around with it.
Hashimoto Maya: “…” So it’s better to believe in this kind of legend than not, because no one knows whether it will attract some perverted murderers... cough, attract the attention of some noble artists.
Mrs. Sufang found it funny that everyone was afraid of the "Shawbul Mask". She shook her head and said, "Don't worry. I have asked a powerful master to seal the curses in these masks."
Jiang Xia seemed to remember something and took out the letter that was stuck on the dead tree blocking the road: "The curse of the mask is easy to seal, but it is hard to say what the human heart is like in reality - we received a letter like this on our way here just now."
When the letter was unfolded, the threatening letter from the "Messenger of the Cursed Mask" suddenly appeared in front of everyone.
The result surprised everyone else more than Mrs. Sufang.
"This letter...?!" the calm and low-key cameraman blurted out, "In fact, I received the same thing three days ago, but I didn't say it to avoid spoiling everyone's fun."
Baseball player: “I got that too!”
The fortune teller also nodded, apparently in the same situation.
(End of this chapter)
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