The man fell limply to the ground after smashing the vase, so his body was directly lying on the broken porcelain pieces all over the floor.
Several people couldn't help but gasped at the same time.
"Ah... it's so miserable..."
Ji Thrush shivered, and reached out to touch his arm.
When he was in the second "world" "Separation of Flesh and Bone", in order to kill the huge skeleton monster controlled by the BOSS, he blew up an ultraviolet lamp in its brain, and the flying broken glass pierced his arm. There was a bloody mess.
Although his injuries completely disappeared when he returned to the "Peach Blossom Spring", when he saw the picture in the surveillance video, his body immediately recalled the feeling of being stabbed full of holes, which made him endure. I couldn't help rubbing my teeth.
Fan Luming held the mouse and dragged the progress bar backwards for about a minute.
Then everyone saw that the man in uniform who was lying on the ground stood up stiffly, turned around unsteadily, and walked towards the direction of the camera stiffly and staggeringly.
The younger brother of the Fan family pressed the pause button at this moment.
The pixel rate of the surveillance video itself is not high, and judging from the four or five overlapping watermarks in the upper right corner, this is obviously a version that has been changed many times, and naturally the frames are dropped in a mess.
Ji Thrush and the others squinted their eyes to distinguish for a long time, but they couldn't see the man's facial features clearly. They could only roughly judge from the deep and shallow reddish-brown patches on the other's clothes and arms, which should all be blood oozing from his body. .
Fan Luming manipulated the mouse and dragged back for a section, and replayed the whole process of the man from getting up to walking out of the camera.
"Although I can't see the expression on his face clearly, the man's body movements are very strange no matter how he looks."
The younger brother of the Fan family pointed to the screen and made a judgment as a doctor-to-be:
"His joints are so stiff that he doesn't look like a living person at all. It's almost like a dead body that has been dead for a long time."
Mo Tiangen hissed:
"So this time, we really have to face the traditional mode of horror movies-zombies?"
"It would be fine if it was just a simple zombie."
Fan Luming clicked on another video.
"Actually, in terms of time, although this video came out later, it happened about three months earlier than what you just watched."
He briefly stated:
"However, its weirdness is not inferior to the former one at all."
The video starts playing.
This time, the surveillance camera was a bit far away, and the shooting location was not the exhibition hall of the museum, but a large room similar to a laboratory, with operating desks everywhere, and some instruments and instruments of unknown purpose. lamps.
On an operating table in the corner, there was a dusty, rotten coffin, and a man in a white coat stood in front of the coffin, facing the camera sideways.
Fan Hemian asked her younger brother, "Well, where was this filmed?"
"I think this should probably be the restoration room of the museum."
Fan Luming guessed:
"This person... looks like he should be a researcher."
No one here is an archaeologist, and there is no chance to go to places like restoration rooms. Naturally, there is no way to tell the truth from the fake, so we can only think so for the time being.
Video is still playing.
On the screen, the white coat half-bent down, reached into the coffin with bare hands, fiddled with it for a while, and took out something from it.
"What is he holding?"
Ji Thrush opened his eyes wide and observed carefully. He felt that the thing in the man's hand seemed to be long, about a little longer than the palm of his hand. Because the distance was really far, it was difficult to tell whether it was black or brown. Anyway, it looked dirty. It was dusty, and it really didn't look like something that one could dare to touch with bare hands.
"hehe."
Fan Luming let out two meaningful dry laughs, "You must not guess what it is."
Then he opened a web page and read the contents to everyone.
It turned out that about five months ago, a weird thing happened in the museum.
A researcher pried open a coffin of the Yuan Dynasty by himself in the middle of the night, broke off a piece of arm from the female mummy in the coffin, and took her out of the restoration room.
When the others came back to work the next day, they noticed something strange in the repair room, checked the surveillance, and felt that the matter was serious, so they immediately called the police.
The police quickly found the researcher who caused the accident.
However, what is surprising is that when the researcher was found, he was sleeping in the toilet on the third floor of the east building of the museum. No matter how he called, he was completely unconscious.
About a day later, the researcher woke up in the hospital, unable to remember what he had done the night before. When asked about the whereabouts of the missing mummy limb, he just replied blankly that he didn't remember it at all. Can't provide any clues.
After repeated investigations to no avail, the museum had no choice but to fire the researcher and hand him over to the police on charges of destroying cultural relics.
"So, the mummy's arm was just lost like that?"
After reading the webpage, Mo Tiangen touched his chin and asked.
Fan Luming nodded:
"Well, anyway, I searched all over the Internet, but I couldn't find any follow-up reports on this incident."
He kicked his feet, manipulated the swivel chair under his buttocks, and turned around on the spot.
"If I'm not mistaken, this missing mummy's arm is the cause of a series of strange stories that happened in the museum afterwards."
Ji Thrush caught the key word: "A series?"
"Yes, it's a series."
Fan Luming replied:
"Several weird things happened after that, just like the video you watched, the staff of the museum, including security guards, tour guides, researchers, and even a tourist, were normal people in the daytime, but in the dead of night at night sneak into the exhibition hall quietly, cut off the flesh from their own body, throw them into containers such as bottles and cans, and then break or smash the containers. By the time they find them the next day, they will be crazy , I can’t ask anything.”
The younger brother of the Fan family said, raising his hand and pointing at the screen behind him:
"After several incidents in which living people went crazy after cutting their flesh, the museum panicked, but they couldn't find out the reason. So about two months ago, it was announced that the museum would be closed and not open to the public for the time being."
"Cut off your own flesh and put it in a jar... It feels like some kind of sacrificial ritual."
Mo Tiangen found new clues from the three points of mummies, bottles, and cut flesh, overturning his previous guess about zombies:
"Could it be that this is the hypnotic brainwashing of the cult? Don't you watch Midi's horror movies, don't they have many such themes? In order to resurrect evil gods or summon demons, you have to sacrifice your own flesh and blood."
"Oh, about that..."
Fan Luming thought for a while, and added another clue:
"It stands to reason that if the flesh and blood cut from the body are thrown into bottles and jars, even if the container is smashed later, the pieces of meat should still be there, right?"
Seeing everyone nodding, he continued:
"However, there is a rumor circulating on the Internet. It is said that an insider got insider information from the police—this gossip said that although the blood and a little bit of meat belonging to the victim could be found in the broken utensils, there was no big one at all. Chunks of flesh…”
Fan Luming turned his bright almond eyes:
"What do you think this means?"
Ji thrush was terrified.
"what do you mean… "
He touched the back of his neck subconsciously and felt goosebumps on his hands:
"What's in those jars that ate their meat...all?"
Fan Luming nodded slowly.
Everyone: "..."
For a while, no one spoke.
If the gossip on the Internet is true, this is so, so disgusting.
In other words, there are a group of monsters lurking in the museum who want to be fed with human flesh and flesh in the middle of the night, and they are going to confront these things tonight!
"... Let me say, have you ever watched a very old horror movie called "The Mui"?"
After a delay of about thirty seconds, Mo Tiangen swallowed, breaking the awkward silence in the study:
"I remember that in the movie, there was a kind of insect called 'scarab', which lived in the tomb of the pharaoh. After being awakened by the resurrected villain, a large group of hula la surrounded it, and it could eat up a person in an instant. .”
Dagen teacher guessed:
"Although we don't have a pharaoh here, don't we have Miaojiang voodoo techniques, the ancient tomb of the king of Dian, or something? Maybe the voodoo insects from the Yuan Dynasty mummy were released, and they need to eat human flesh to survive. .”
As a doctor-to-be, Fan Luming wanted to complain about folklore such as "a hundred insects eat each other, and the survivors are Gu".
But he changed his mind, this is a completely unreasonable supernatural "world", even the specimens of murderers can be turned into ghosts, it seems that there is nothing surprising about a group of Gu worms that have lived for thousands of years to run rampant in the museum.
At this time, Mr. Dagen slapped his head and continued:
"I remember there is a big bottle of insecticide spray in the bathroom, otherwise, let's take it there tonight!"
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After a few people finished researching the copy of the ghost story in the museum, it was almost time for dinner.
Teacher Dagen dug out all the most expensive and delicious ingredients in the kitchen, and made an extremely rich meal.
Everyone let go of their stomachs and ate Hesai, feeling very satisfied.
After dinner, Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo returned to the study together, while the other three stayed in the living room, continuing to sort out and discuss the details of tonight's actions.
"Are you alright by yourself?"
Ji Thrush sat in the corner, plugged his fingers into the socket he pried open to charge himself, and raised his head to ask Ren Jianmo who was sitting in front of the computer.
Ren Jianmo was concentrating on fiddling with the computer, without even raising his head, he only responded briefly with a single syllable: "En."
"Oh… "
Ji Thrush knew that now was not the time to disturb Ren Jianmo's work, so he could only turn his head back angrily, looking around boredly.
Every time charging is the most boring time for Ji Xiaoniao.
It's because he is now a human-shaped battery, with sparks crackling all over his body, but anyone or metal that gets too close will be hit by the arc that bursts out from him from time to time, even if he wants to kill time with a mobile phone, he can't. It will burn that fragile and poor electronic product to a short circuit in no time, so it can only be wasted thinking about life.
Once this person is bored, he can't help but start thinking wildly.
Especially when Ren Jianmo was sitting in front of Ji Thrush, the two of them were alone in the room, Xiaoniao began to wander off, and involuntarily recalled the kiss that Ren Damei had printed on his forehead during the day.