Some of the portraits were filled with resentment and cold eyes.
The lines in the painting began to peel off the paper, the paper became blank, and the handwriting flew in the air, and then gathered again into a human face - it floated in the air and approached the crowd.
A man in the team screamed, turned around and ran towards the exit, but the exit was still blocked by layers of walls.
Similar to the daytime, at this moment, the wall was twisting like flesh and blood, and faint ripples appeared - if one had to describe this ripple, it would be like a piece of intact meat being slapped hard, resulting in the trembling marks of fat and flesh.
Blood continued to seep out of the wall and splash onto the ground. He rushed over and punched the wall, but the wall suddenly lit up:
It's the projector screen again!
He himself appeared in the picture.
To be precise, it was him when he was in high school.
A line of black and white subtitles appeared silently, just like the style of Chaplin's movies:
Even A Yao thinks that I am a student with both good character and good academic performance.
The man opened his eyes, took a half step back in horror, and shook his head repeatedly, as if he had seen something horrible.
But A-Yao doesn't know that the words on his desk were also written by me.
I tore up his homework, I stained his school bag with ink
In the picture, the man is holding a knife and writing word by word on the classmate's desk: "Go to hell".
"Who are you doing this for? If you want to die so badly, just go now."
“Depression is just hypocrisy”
"… "
On the table next to him were torn homeworks, and on the schoolbag that had been splattered with ink, there were black pieces of paper all over it.
In the next scene, a slightly fat male classmate appears. He silently picks up the fragments of his schoolbag and homework, and stares blankly at the writing on the table.
He is A Yao.
The classroom was empty. He bent over with great effort and collected the fragments of homework one by one.
At the same time, the man stood on the podium and took the certificate from the principal. Applause broke out and the host said loudly: "He has always been enthusiastic about helping his classmates and created a good atmosphere in the class. He can be said to be both good in character and in academic performance..." He smiled hypocritically.
The scene changed and showed a pool of blood in the bathtub.
Ah Yao lay there with a pale face, a sharp knife fell to the ground, revealing a few drops of bright red.
The picture on the projector suddenly stopped and the light disappeared.
But the wall surged faster, almost crushing the man.
"No, no, no, I didn't mean to kill him!" he yelled, "I didn't know depression could kill people! I, I was just joking, no harm done..."
"boom!"
Before he could finish his words, the wall collapsed. The soft wall, like flesh, wrapped around him, and he couldn't breathe. He slowly drowned in the black tide, and finally experienced firsthand what it was like to be in despair that was hard to escape.
Chen Xiaoling couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.
The two remaining people in the tourist group—the man in white and the tour leader Li Yuanhang—were so frightened that they fell to the ground, staring at the lines of human faces flying all over the sky.
Seeing the man's death, the faces laughed in unison, with strange curves at the corners of their mouths, as if they had seen a revenge that satisfied them.
Seeing that the person's face was about to be forced upon him, Lu Yingjiu threw out a piece of talisman paper and made a hand gesture at the same time.
"Ahhh!" A furry ball appeared out of nowhere, flew up and knocked over a bunch of people's faces.
Then it wagged its tail, howled, and ran among the human faces, disrupting their formation. After the talisman paper was thrown out, it burst into a light as bright as day!
The dark lines on the human face slowly disappeared in the light, and when they were dispersed by the ball of hair, they could no longer be gathered together.
The surroundings returned to calm.
The face returned to the paper on which the portrait had been placed.
"Ao!" Maotuanzi returned to Lu Yingjiu's feet, jumping up and down to ask for credit and reward.
Lu Yingjiu bent down, picked it up, and stretched out his hand towards Jingxian with great skill.
Jing Xian took out a piece of dried meat from his magic backpack and handed it to him.
Lu Yingjiu stuffed the dried meat into Maotuan's mouth, listened to the way it ate, patted its head, and said a few words of respect: "Look, you should feed it healthy food like this and less junk food."
"How can skulls be considered junk food?" Jing Xian said.
"Oh." Lu Yingjiu said, "I'm sorry, it should be garbage."
Jing Xian: “…”
Maotuanzi had just finished eating the dried meat given by Lu Yingjiu. He stared at Jingxian, recalling the deliciousness of the skull and various kitchen waste. He wagged his tail at him frantically, and then wanted to get into his arms.
The fur ball was quite heavy and it was tiring to hold it, so Lu Yingjiu just handed it to Jingxian.
Jing Xian grabbed Mao Tuanzi and hugged Lu Yingjiu, feeling that his life had come to a complete end.
Chen Xiaoling, who watched the whole process, said: "... You little fairy, do you know that you have a beautiful smile on your face right now that says 'my wife and kids are safe'?"
"Isn't it?" Jing Xian raised his eyebrows and bent down to kiss Lu Yingjiu on the cheek.
The atmosphere on his side was harmonious and joyful, but the two ghosts next to him were hugging each other and trembling.
Li Yuanhang shouted: "Hey, aren't you an exorcist... Take us two out quickly..."
—He still didn't realize that he was dead.
No matter what controlled this museum, it had only one purpose: to torture this tourist group over and over again. Six months had passed since the fire at the B&B. During this time, Li Yuanhang must have experienced countless deaths like this, countless experiences of dying because of things he had mocked.
Lu Yingjiu said: "That depends on your luck, and," he pointed meaningfully at the projector in the middle of the hall, "your past is not simple."
"No, you just need to take the money and do the job!" Li Yuanhang was anxious and shouted, "I am in such a miserable state. There was a fire and several people died. How can you be indifferent? You are too conscienceless! Don't you just want to ask for a price? Just name a price. I can afford it!"
The man in white clothes also grumbled, "Your professionalism is too low. You, you, let's not talk about those people first. I am innocent. Why did you do such a bad thing?"
This is hypocritical and unpleasant to hear.
Chen Xiaoling frowned unconsciously, while Lu Yingjiu had no expression on his face, and even no emotion in his heart.
He had heard too many similar remarks. His appearance was too friendly and handsome, and he was young, so sometimes he inevitably gave people the impression that he was easy to bully. In the first few times, he would say a few sharp and sarcastic remarks in a cold and indifferent manner, but then he would calm down and not raise his eyebrows even once.
This kind of person doesn't deserve his face.
He was very calm and composed. Jingxian was not such a good-tempered person.
In the ghost world, he has crushed many ordinary ghosts and even the heads of priests.
Now it’s good. A devil like Li Yuanhang dares not to jump in front of him and threaten his wife.
Jing Xian didn't show it on his face. His handsome face, like a model, remained calm. In his heart, he was already planning how to retaliate. Burying the bridge piers, filling them with cement, and roasting them with fire were easy tasks. Beheading and slow slicing were too common. Otherwise...
Lu Yingjiu gently squeezed his hand, smiled softly and said, "Forget it, it's not worth your energy."
"How can we let it go?" Jing Xian said, "Being a ghost means you must take revenge. There is no such thing as morality and ethics in the ghost world. There are so many ways to do things." After saying that, he glanced at the two of them.
The two of them were originally complaining, but after he stared at them like that, they felt a chill all over their body. They couldn't utter a word and shivered even more violently.
They both looked at Jingxian again.
Standing casually, with a straight back, and an aggressive temperament and expression...
Then he realized belatedly: This person doesn't look like a good person!
Originally, they both thought that Lu Yingjiu seemed easy to talk to, easy to get along with, and a good person at first glance.
Now looking closely, the good guy is in the arms of the bad guy, and the two of them look loving and harmonious. The furry ball of unknown species in his arms is baring its teeth at him!
If this goes wrong, the whole family will be ruined!
A family of bad guys!
They were completely afraid to speak and huddled together like chickens.
Lu Yingjiu looked around the museum again and sighed: "No matter what, the problems of this museum must be solved."
Chen Xiaoling looked around: "You mean, the museum is controlled by ghosts?" She curled her lips and looked at Li Yuanhang and the others, "To be honest, I don't feel too sad when such people are retaliated against."
Li Yuanhang was about to retort when he saw that the bad guy’s family became dispirited again.
"You can say that." Lu Yingjiu said, "If we leave it alone, if it gets out of control one day, it might hurt innocent tourists. I have to spend a few minutes looking for the remaining Yin Qi and then track it down..."
He stopped talking midway.
Because Jingxian’s face had “Ask me now!” written all over it.
Lu Yingjiu continued, "Track it back and get rid of it, or resolve its resentment... Jing Xian, don't show that expression anymore, I'm just asking you: Where is the ghost?"
Jing Xian immediately pointed in a direction: "That way."
"I just can't stand you two." Chen Xiaoling muttered, "Just force dog food on me."
After saying that, she took a step forward and walked to the side first in her high heels.
Lu Yingjiu and Jing Xian also took a step forward, and Li Yuanhang and the man in white clothes hurried to catch up with them, looking around nervously.
The direction Jingxian pointed to was an exhibition hall on the edge of the museum, with the theme of talking animals.
Surrounding the exhibition hall are models of cute little animals.
Black words written on the wall: I dare not go to the market where there are living things. Every time I go to the market, I can hear it talking to me.
The chicken said, if you dare to eat me, I will peck you to death with my sharp beak.
The rabbit said, "Don't eat me, or I'll cry."
The fish said, I can't breathe
Even the ants on the roadside will tell me that a child drowned its queen with water.
Seeing these sentences, Li Yuanhang slowed down his pace unconsciously, looking a little panicked.
He wanted to turn around and leave, but he didn't dare to leave the road to meet him, so he hesitated.
Until a "click!" sounded in his ears.
There was another bright light on the wall, and a projector appeared out of nowhere, playing the picture: My name is Wenwen
I like talking to the rabbit Xiaoxue.
Li Yuanhang's hand trembled.
With the lesson learned from the previous person, he immediately knew that he was the one being retaliated this time!
He turned and ran!
"Bang!"
After running a few steps, Li Yuanhang bumped into something and was shaken.
At some point, the giant rabbit model in the exhibition hall moved and blocked the exit. It was about one and a half meters tall, holding a carrot in its hand, and staring down at him with its cute round eyes.
Li Yuanhang began to tremble, and tried hard to find a gap around it and escape from the exhibition hall.
Just as he stepped on the rabbit and moved forward, he suddenly let out a scream.
—The chicken model appeared above the rabbit’s head, leaned down, and pecked his head hard.
Blood flowed from his forehead. He took several steps back, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and unexpectedly found himself back in front of the screen.
The projector was turning slowly, the light was pale, and on the screen was a little girl in white clothes.
The sun was shining brightly. Wenwen squatted in front of the cage in the yard and talked to the white rabbit: "What's the weather like today?"
"Xiaoxue, why are you unhappy?"
"I know."
"Hahahahahaha the story you told is so funny!"
The door opened and her mother poked her head out: "Why are you talking to the rabbit again?"
"It first asked me how the exam went at school today." Wenwen looked up and blinked. "Today, the sparrow asked me why I changed my hairband. It liked the original red one."
If it were any other child, her remarks would be innocent and full of a child's imagination.
But the recognition and stubbornness on her face were very different.
It was like he firmly believed that he had heard the animals speak with his own ears.
"Animals can't talk." Mother said helplessly, turning sideways, "Did you say hello to Uncle Li today?"
Young Li Yuanhang appeared, leaned against the door frame, and waved to the girl with a smile.
The scene changed and Li Yuanhang got married to Wenwen's mother.
At the wedding, he held the girl's hand and said, "I will definitely take good care of you and you will be my biological daughter from now on."
However, life was not going well, and Wenwen's temper became more and more strange.
She doesn't like talking to people. Her teachers and classmates say that she is very introverted and just likes to mutter to herself.
One day during class, she suddenly stood up and shouted to the birds outside the window: "You can't eat the flowers in school! They were grown by our uncle with great difficulty!"
After a while, she nodded again and said softly, "Well, it's good that you know you are wrong. You are a good and obedient bird."
The teacher began to talk to her family frequently.
My mother was busy with work, so Li Yuanhang had to take time out to visit her most of the time.
At first, he was very active, saying that he would definitely cooperate with the teacher and educate the child well. Later, the number of times gradually increased, and Wenwen did a lot of strange things, so he became impatient. Perhaps in essence, he felt that it was really insulting for the child to go to school again and again and apologize to the teacher again and again.
The teacher gently reminded him, "I think you should take your child to see a doctor. This kind of delusion and auditory hallucination is not normal."
"What could happen?" Li Yuanhang sneered.
After that, his attitude became worse and worse, and he kept asking the child, "Can you please give me some peace of mind?"
"You keep falling behind in exams. What's going on in your mind? Are you stupid?"
"All you know is talking to animals. Is there something wrong with your brain?"
The girl bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes.
"Yes," she said, "it can talk."
Li Yuanhang called her stupid again.
His temper became more and more violent, and Wenwen became more and more silent.
She would spend hours talking to the rabbits in the yard.
"Xiaoxue," she said, "Why are you unhappy today?"
The rabbit remained silent as always, nibbling on the carrot and looking at her with its dark eyes.
"Yeah." Wenwen said again, "I don't like him either, but I like you very much."
… When the videotape played to this point, Li Yuanhang’s face had turned pale.
Fear overwhelmed him again. He ignored the pain on his forehead and the burns and shouted to Lu Yingjiu, "Help me! Why are you just watching? Help me!"
Lu Yingjiu just looked at him expressionlessly. Chen Xiaoling crossed his arms, indifferent, while Jing Xian was concentrating on looking at Lu Yingjiu, not even giving him a glance.
The scene changed.
At midnight, Wenwen quietly got out of her bed, ran to the corridor, picked up the phone and spoke into the microphone.
Each talk would last for one or two hours. She created a friend in her imagination and communicated with him over the phone every night.
She proceeded very carefully, but one night, she was caught by Li Yuanhang who came home late and drunk.
"Fuck!" Li Yuanhang was shocked. "Are you fucking sick? The line has been disconnected for a long time. Who are you talking to?"
Wenwen was frightened by him and burst into tears: "But my friend..."
"Friends, friends, what friends?!" Li Yuanhang cursed, "Are you sick? Do you want to be beaten?! You don't have friends. The teacher told me that you don't have any friends at all!"
Wenwen burst into tears and sobbed, "I, I..."
“Bang!”
She was slapped hard.
Li Yuanhang was drunk, his face was red. "Friends, friends, friends, you keep talking about your friends all day long! How many times have I told you not to talk to a dead rabbit, why don't you listen! You are deliberately going against me! You can obviously be a normal person, it's funny to play like this, isn't it? Do you think you have won me?"
"No!" Wenwen shouted, "I..."
"You talk back?!" Li Yuanhang glared at me with his eyes like a goldfish. "You talk back to me every day! You like rabbits, don't you? I'm going to kill this little beast right now!"
He went out to the yard while drunk, and saw the rabbit sleeping quietly in the cage.
He pulled it out, ignoring its desperate struggle, and pinched its neck. The violent beating of blood and pulse was at his fingertips, a life struggling hard. The girl screamed and pounced on him, kicking and biting him, but she couldn't stop the light in his eyes from disappearing -
There was a whimper, or maybe some sound at all.
He strangled the rabbit to death.
Li Yuanhang threw it aside with a curse, muttering "It's time to be quiet now", and then went to bed.
The next day, when the mother made breakfast, she couldn't find Wenwen anywhere.
She is gone.
And every day after that, appeared again.
…
At the end, the projector froze on the rabbit's eyes after death.
Dull and pitch black.
Li Yuanhang suddenly felt a chill on his back, as if something had passed by him.
He looked back trembling.
The rabbit model was standing right behind him, stretching its foot towards his neck... and strangling him hard!
He struggled continuously, but in the face of absolute power, he was as weak as a lamb to be slaughtered. His heartbeat quickened, his blood could not reach his brain, and darkness appeared in the deepest part of his eyes.
Before he died, he only saw the rabbit's mouth opening and closing.
"My name is Xiaoxue," it said, "and I'm Wenwen's best friend."
Li Yuanhang used all his strength to let out one last whimper, then turned his head limply.
The rabbit looked at him silently.
A few seconds later, everyone's eyes blurred and the models of the rabbit and chicken returned to their original positions, and the exhibition hall returned to normal.
"They are all very bad," Chen Xiaoling murmured, "and they deserve it."
Lu Yingjiu was about to say something when Jing Xian suddenly hugged her waist and whispered in her ear, "Look at the second floor."
He looked up.
From this angle, he could just see the corridor on the southeast side of the second floor. He had walked through this area before, and most of it was offices.
At this time, under the night sky, under the moonlight shining through the museum glass, a brand new office appeared.
The name tag reads: "Zhang Zhou".
They were exactly the Zhang family members he was looking for.
Lu Yingjiu's heart moved and she looked at the remaining man in white clothes again.
The man was completely panicked and murmured, "Who has ever done anything so bad? Who has ever done anything so bad... "
"I did do something I felt guilty about," Lu Yingjiu said. "A normal person can distinguish between true good and evil. He has principles, but you don't."
After saying this, he no longer paid attention to the man in white and prepared to go directly to the office on the second floor.
The stairs are long and go up one level after another.
He is getting closer and closer to the clues.
Heavenly Way, Sacrifice, Four Noble Families...
He had never had any contact with the Zhang family, so it was hard to imagine what kind of mentality they had in wanting to return him to Heaven in exchange for peace and prosperity.
Lu Yingjiu felt like there was something blocking her heart.
Not only him, Jing Xian next to him also looked uneasy.
He was talking to him again: "Actually, I have something I feel guilty about."
"What?" Lu Yingjiu slightly broke free from his heavy thoughts.
It's strange to say, but every time Jing Xian opens his mouth, he can successfully pull him out of his emotions. Maybe this is the unique ability of a mature man who has a love script in his hands, and it can be used 24 hours a day.
Lu Yingjiu asked, "Are you using Maotuanzi as a kitchen waste bin again?"
"No," Jing Xian's voice lowered, "Didn't I tell you last night that I just couldn't get in?"
Lu Yingjiu: "... Yeah."
I feel like the topic is starting to drift away.
Jing Xian said: "I'm telling you, you can trust me. I'm very trustworthy."
Lu Yingjiu: "... Yeah."
"I was lying to you." Jing Xian said quickly, "If you hadn't fallen asleep early that night because you didn't have enough energy, I would have had direct, negative-distance contact with you. Unfortunately, you fell asleep too quickly and I didn't have time to put my actions into action. It's such a pity. Now that I think about it, I feel particularly upset."
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
Lu Yingjiu said: "You should indeed feel guilty."
"No," Jing Xian said, "I don't feel guilty because of my evil thoughts. I feel guilty for my actions to help you get married sooner. I feel guilty for failing in my duty as a husband."
Lu Yingjiu said: "I want to call the police."