Nightmare Attack

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Cheng asked, looking at the fat man.

The fat man walked, stopped suddenly, then turned his head and looked in the direction where they were coming, with a strange expression on his face. After a while, he whispered: "You...do you feel anything?"

"No." Huai Yi said.

Everyone was a little nervous when he did so.

Jiang Cheng carefully checked behind him, but found nothing strange, so he urged: "Leave here first."

Under the leadership of Jiang Cheng, several people quickly found the sculpture classroom.

At the end of the second-floor corridor, just turn a corner, not far from the bathroom.

In front of the sculpture classroom, there are two sculptures.

The sculpture on the left is a woman with her head slightly raised, her right arm raised, and a bird dragged on it.

Jiang Cheng guessed that the meaning of this sculpture should be peace, and the dragged bird is actually a peace dove.

The sculpture on the right is a man with full muscles, giving a strong sense of impact.

He hung his head slightly, staring at his own hands, holding a hammer tightly in both hands. One end of the hammer is blunt and the other is sharp, which looks quite textured.

Wang Qi checked the two sculptures with his hands, but it seemed that nothing strange was found.

"Look here." Shen Mengyun suddenly pointed to the door and said.

Different from the decoration in the art hall, the door of the sculpture classroom has a very old look.

It was the kind of dark wooden door, double-opened, and when touched with your hand, there were many pits and pits on it, as if there were hard things frequently coming in and out of the door, leaving behind bumps.

There are traces left by scratching at the position of the door handle.

Pushing open the door, an indescribable smell came towards him, like the smell of moldy or something that has been left for a long time.

The fat man didn't know anything about sculpture. He originally thought that the sculpture classroom would have a very high-end feel, but found that it wasn't much cleaner than the construction site where he was working.

There is no floor on the ground. It is the simplest concrete floor. It is dark and has a few tables. It is not big and square, and there are semi-finished sculptures on the tables.

There are buckets, watering cans, and large pieces of plastic paper everywhere on the ground, as well as some materials that are stacked together and used for sculptures.

On the other side, there are many sculptures leaning against the wall.

Because of the light, some of the finished products are covered with transparent plastic paper. At first glance, they are a little weird.

It looks like a corpse wrapped up after being killed.

Jiang Cheng walked to the position behind the door. There were a few baskets, made of bamboo. Depending on the degree of wear, it would have been at least 7 or 8 years old.

Serious old objects.

Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and took out a tool that looked like a sickle from the basket.

But it is not sharp, and the front end is not sharpened, but it is much thicker.

After waving a few times in the air, Jiang Cheng didn't seem to understand the essence of this tool, so he thought for a moment, and turned his head to call Fatty.

The fat man stood on the spot, watching the doctor holding a sickle with a serious face, and circled around him non-stop.

He stopped from time to time and gestured to the back of his head a few times.

After about a minute, Jiang Cheng finally showed a satisfied smile.

Everyone looked at Jiang Cheng, and they also went up one after another, choosing the weapon that was in hand.

Huai Yi chose a metal nail, about 10 cm long, with a sharp tip.

Wang Qi took an iron hook with a curved front end, which was a bit like the one they used to hook corpses in the Medical Building.

Shen Mengyun had a foot injury and only took a blunt knife to defend himself.

Then everyone looked at the fat man, half of his body was almost plunged into the basket, and for a long time, he hummed and fished out something from the bottom of the basket.

While seeing this thing clearly, everyone couldn't help but be a little surprised. It was a hammer that looked very cruel.

The part of the hammer handle was wrapped with hemp rope round and round, and there seemed to be blood stains remaining on it.

"Brother Fugui..." Huaiyi swallowed and suggested: "You...you want to take this, will it be too bulky?"

The fat man shook his hand casually, "I think it's okay, mainly because of peace of mind."

After a while, he stopped, looking at the hammer in his hand, his eyes became a little weird, as if searching in the memory, and he whispered: "And I don't know why, seeing this hammer, I feel... It feels very kind."

If you change this sentence from another person, Huai Yi must think that this person has a problem with his brain, but Brother Fugui is a formal member of Crimson, not to mention the kindness of the hammer, but the kindness of the ghost, he can understand it.

"Perhaps... it is not this hammer that is kind, but the person who uses the hammer." According to the reputation, the person who said this sentence was Wang Qi.

"boom!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a sound of something falling to the ground and breaking apart.

It's a little far away from them, it sounds like, on the other side of the corridor.

Soon, everyone reacted, how could this sound be so like the sound of a sculpture falling down, falling to the ground and breaking.

"It's almost the location of the sculpture hall." Shen Mengyun said after thinking for a moment.

"Go, go and see." Wang Qi was the first to react.

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, gray and white, which were very close to the hue of the sculpture, like work clothes.

The top was dirty, and the whole piece of clothing was stained off-white by the rubbings.

Jiang Cheng took one down and folded it, just to wrap the sickle.

Before I walked to the sculpture hall, I heard a rustling sound coming from that direction, but when I really walked outside the door, the sound inside disappeared again.

"Boom."

"Boom boom."

According to what Yuan Xiaoyi said, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand and knocked on the door twice, and then pushed the door slightly harder.

"Crunch—"

The door shaft seemed to be rusty, and the rubbing sound was particularly harsh in the silent night, which also set the tone for the uneasy task.

The door was hidden.

No lock.

Looking around, the space of the sculpture hall is much larger. UU reading www.uukānshu. com

The inside is relatively empty. They learned from the instruction map that the entire sculpture hall is a fan-shaped.

Divided into 4 areas, different types of sculpture works are exhibited respectively.

After entering the sculpture hall, a strange feeling emerged in everyone's hearts at the same time.

Just like the library and the abandoned playground, this place is also shrouded in darkness, like a filter.

Although there is no lighting, but if you look carefully, you can see more or less clearly.

But farther away, only a fuzzy outline remains.

The darkness around it was like a tide, swallowing them.

They dared not separate, gathered together, and walked slowly inside while observing nearby sculptures.

It was not clear whether it was the cause of the light or the psychological effect. The fat man stared at the static sculptures hidden in the shadows, suspecting that they could come alive at any time, and then threw his teeth and danced at him.

In the process of moving his gaze, he suddenly swept across a place, and after a while, his pupils shrank into a slit.

"There!" he said suddenly, staring at a corner in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction of his fingers, there was nothing in the corner.

"What did you see?" Jiang Cheng asked in a low voice.

"There was...a person there just now, squatting in the corner, with his back to the outside, wearing a red dress, and...and..." The fat man didn't listen when he was tense with his tongue.

Jiang Cheng frowned, "What more?"

"It is also covered with a piece of red cloth, just over the head, the red cloth droops down, just like a bride married."

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