Nightmare Attack

Suddenly, Director Zhou's gaze was on Jiang Cheng's chest, he hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Are you a student of Professor Wu Jinzhong?"

Jiang Cheng realized that he had Professor Wu's laboratory badge on his chest, "Yes, I am a student of Professor Wu, and he treats me like a son."

It can be seen that Professor Wu and Director Zhou seem to have a very close relationship. After a few seconds of hesitation, Director Zhou said to Fatty Jiang Cheng: "Go in and talk about it. It's not convenient outside."

After going around and walking into the library, Director Zhou beckoned and motioned Jiang Cheng to sit next to him. After a pause, he whispered: "There are some things that are not easy to tell. Just listen to them. Don't tell them. ."

"Don't worry, my mouth is very tight." Jiang Cheng's rocker was straight, showing a serious attitude of listening to the story, and assured Director Zhou.

Wu Qing walked over and put a cup of hot tea in front of curator Zhou.

"Thanks for your hard work, Wu Qing." Curator Zhou nodded and sipped his tea later, holding a tea cup, looking at the woman naturally and asking, "Do you have a class soon?"

"I only have class tonight, curator." Wu Qing replied.

"Senior Sister." Jiang Cheng turned around and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry just now, it's because of my bad attitude. May I ask you to drink milk tea?"

Speaking of Jiang Cheng took out the campus card, he was about to pass it to her.

"No, thank you." Wu Qing still has the face that can't eat the fireworks, and she doesn't catch Jiang Cheng's hospitality at all.

"Wu Qing, you shouldn't disappoint this classmate's kindness." Curator Zhou rubbed his temple helplessly and said, Wu Qing is good everywhere, but it is easier for people to get into the corner.

In the end, because of curator Zhou’s face, Wu Qing left and agreed to buy milk tea, and when she left she was very serious and emphasized with Jiang Cheng that she didn’t like milk tea, so she didn’t have to ask Jiang Cheng.

"Please bring me a glass." Just as Wu Qing opened the door and was about to go out in the next second, the fat man said weakly, "Milk green is fine, half sugar, no ice, less peas in it. ."

After a pause, the fat man swallowed, "Thank you, senior sister."

With a "bang", Wu Qing closed the door and left.

When I found curator Zhou looking at himself, the fat man opened his innocent eyes. After a long while, he seemed to react and explained: "Curator, I am also Professor Wu's student, me."

"Alright." Curator Zhou waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to explain. Then, Jiang Cheng noticed that the curator's face had become a little weird, and his eyes gradually became empty.

"Before the establishment of Jiangtan University, this place already existed, but it was not a library, but a museum."

"Folk Custom Museum." Director Zhou said.

Hearing that it wasn't a funeral home or a mental hospital or something, the fat man's face slowly turned rosy, but then he felt as if he was suddenly stuck in his neck, and in the next second, he turned white again.

Folklore Museum

If I remember correctly, Huai Yi had found several missions on the website before, and one of them was in the Folk Museum.

It is said that a spiritual event happened there, which is related to a strange bust.

"Folk Customs Museum?" Jiang Cheng seemed to be thinking about it, and it seemed that what the fat man thought of, he also thought of it.

"Yes." Curator Zhou seemed to be lost in memory, holding the tea cup with both hands. "When we were planning to establish Jiangtan University, we set aside a lot of land for us. Of course, we are also facing various pressures."

"There are some old buildings in this area, and the negotiation is very difficult. This folklore museum is one of them."

"And there is a very tricky point. The operator of this folk museum at the time was a foreigner."

Foreigners opened a folklore museum here, and it didn't sound right, but Jiang Cheng didn't react immediately, but continued to listen to the curator.

"In the city, the school, I talked to him many times before and after, but we couldn't agree, and afterwards, we simply closed the door and didn't see us at all."

When Curator Zhou said this, he shook his head slightly, "But he is just the operator, that is, the user, not the owner of this building."

"In other words, he just rented this building and transformed it into a museum instead of being the owner of this building."

"We found the owner of this building, and the other party happily agreed to our terms and also very supportive of our work."

The fat man listened for a while, and he understood it. It was obviously the foreigner who was messing around.

"Later we gave him an ultimatum and told him to give him another week. If we don't move the contents out by then, we will be welcome."

"This time he was in a hurry. He rushed out and said that it will take at least two months. I hope we can give him some allowance, and he won't get a single point for the compensation we proposed."

"We only treat him as a postponement plan, and no one pays any attention to him. In short, we will bring people there when the day comes. Sure enough, the door is locked and there is no movement inside."

"We were not polite with him, we just opened the door, and then he rushed out, blocked like crazy, and wielded something like a dagger, and was squeezed by our people, and then just passed it. Shoulder fall.” Curator Zhou sighed, “It’s also a coincidence that after falling to the head, the person went straight to the hospital and stayed unconscious in the hospital.”

"Even if something like this happens, no one wants to see it, but the work will continue. The preparation of the library has been much slower than originally planned."

"After we simply cleaned up the exhibits inside, we began to arrange them in accordance with the library. Batches of books purchased or donated from various places began to be placed on the shelves, and then sorted into categories, about two weeks before and after. Even if the library is initially in operation, it has begun to borrow."

"The number in your hand~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is that time." After a pause, Director Zhou looked at Jiang Cheng and said.

Looking at the numbering paper in his hand, Jiang Cheng didn't expect that there is such a history behind it.

Speaking, Director Zhou dialed a phone call and waited for a long time before the other person answered. Director Zhou repeated the number to the other party, begging the other party to recall it.

"It's an old senior of mine, he knows things better than me." Putting down the phone, Director Zhou explained to Jiang Cheng.

"You bother." Jiang Cheng expressed his gratitude.

Hearing what Jiang Cheng said, Director Zhou didn’t know if he was thinking of something or what. In short, his lips quivered slightly, and after a while, he shook his head again and let out a long sigh, his voice was a bit hoarse for a while: "If If I can do it again, I would rather the school not build a library than choose here."

"Why?" Jiang Cheng suddenly had a premonition that the clouds were about to be removed.

Director Zhou looked up at the door and whispered: "That foreigner, he has a problem."