About forty-five minutes later, the five of Ji Thrush arrived at the History Museum east of the south-of-the-city bridge.
According to common sense, the security of places like museums should be a hundred times tighter than places like abandoned hospitals and Heyong Bridge Caves.
However, the "opening certificate" issued to them by the game party is far more powerful than they imagined.
For some reason, when Ji Thrush took out the thin transparent card, the security guard recognized them as investigators of a special agency, shook hands with them logically, then took out the key to open the door lock, and opened the door. All five of them were let in.
"Hey, you all know that there are ghosts in the museum recently, I'll be good, it's really evil!"
The security guard opened the main entrance of the museum for them, and refused to take another step inside, "I'll wait for you outside..."
He seemed to think of something, hesitated for a moment, and said:
"If you really encounter something strange, don't be brave, come out quickly!"
Thanks to Uncle Security for his kindness, the five of them entered the museum carelessly from the main entrance.
It was late at night and the museum was closed for many days, but the museum was not as dark as everyone expected.
On the contrary, although the lighting is very dark, emergency lights are still on in the corridors and on the main roads of various exhibition halls. It is only because the ceilings of the museum are so high that it is still too dark with these lights alone.
"Hey, are we about to start "Night at the Museum"?"
Teacher Dagen even had the leisure to spit out a slot:
"Come on, I'm ready, whether it's a resurrected pharaoh mummy or a moving statue of Lincoln, let them all come here!"
"Come on, don't be poor."
Fan Luming raised his hand and gave Mo Tiangen an elbow, "Time is running out, we have to hurry up!"
"That's right, let's get to work!"
Ji Thrush looked up.
They are now standing in the lobby of the museum's main entrance.
This history museum is two symmetrical twin buildings. The east building on the left and the west building on the right are both four stories high. The two buildings are about 50 meters apart.
In addition to the east and west halls used as exhibition halls, there is a four-story building behind the yard, which is the office area for the staff.
They had already investigated the floor plan of the museum before, and at this time they decided to split into two groups and search the east and west buildings at the same time.
"Mr. Ren and I are in charge of the east hall."
Ji Thrush pointed to Ren Jianmo beside him, and said to the other three:
"Brother Dagen, you and Xiaohe Xiaolu are in charge of the West Pavilion, is that okay?"
"Well, no problem."
Mo Tiangen agreed very readily:
"This is also the most reasonable distribution. Both sides are DPS with a nanny, not bad!"
Although Fan Luming had no objection to this arrangement, he couldn't help but complain:
"It is said that Mr. Ren and I are called treatment! Not a nanny!"
Regardless of whether it is called treatment or a nanny, the grouping is decided anyway, and the five of them made an appointment to stay on the phone throughout the entire process, exchanging information at any time, so as to facilitate mutual support.
Then the five people said goodbye temporarily in the hall, two people turned left, three people turned right, walked through the corridor, and went to their respective destinations separately.
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From the perspective of the distribution of the exhibition halls, the theme of the east hall of this history museum is more natural, while the west hall is mostly humanities.
Because of a series of unimaginable and strange things happened one after another, the person involved not only destroyed the priceless exhibits, but even a person who was originally good, after staying in the museum for a night, not only cut himself into a bloody mess like a piece of raw pork, but also Either stupid or crazy, the ending was horrible, and the museum was also under great pressure. Not only did it suspend its opening to the public, but it also took all the valuable exhibits in the exhibition hall—especially the utensils such as bottles and jars, most of which could be moved and locked. Put away, the ones that are still displayed in the exhibition hall today are basically just some worthless imitations or reverse molds.
Mo Tiangen, Fan Hemian, and Fan Luming entered the west building, and found that there was no exhibition hall in the main hall on the first floor, but a cafe, restaurant, rest room, souvenir shop, and a comprehensive library. The three hurriedly circled around these areas , didn't notice anything unusual, and didn't delay any longer, and climbed the stairs to the second floor.
"I checked the time when those weird museum stories happened."
While walking, Fan Luming said:
"According to the records that can be found on the Internet, from the loss of the body of the mummy to the present, there have been five accidents of self-mutilation and destruction of exhibits. Young girls in their teens."
He paused, then continued:
"The occurrence of these cases is very regular, almost every ten days or so."
The younger brother of the Fan family raised his fingers and compared the number "9":
"According to the police report, the latest accident happened to a security guard on the night shift on the 9th of this month. Originally, his job was to patrol the yard, and he didn't need to enter the museum at all. But for some reason, the security guard unexpectedly Sneaked out of the duty room at two o'clock in the morning, sneaked into the west building, cut off five fingers of one hand in the seal exhibition on the fourth floor, and then smashed a pen washer—exactly 18 years from now sky."
"Well, is there more than ten days between each incident?"
Mo Tiangen rolled his eyes, touched his chin, and made a guess based on the professionalism of a biology teacher:
"Hearing you say it like this, it's like something, you have to eat a few mouthfuls of human flesh every now and then..."
After Mo Tiangen finished speaking, even he couldn't help shivering.
Although his guess is quite reasonable, just thinking about the fact that there might be a flesh-eating monster hidden somewhere in such a huge museum makes people feel panicked.
What's more, everyone has seen the surveillance video before - the walking dead security guard cut off the flesh from his arm, stuffed it all into a vase, and then smashed the vase.
The problem is that the ceramic vase destroyed by the security guard is not much bigger than a basketball, and it can be picked up with one hand—the monster that can hide in such a small space must be small in size!
Well, for monsters, there are so many places to hide in this huge museum, but Mr. Dagen and the others can't just go up and smash a container to find the hidden things here. Too hard!
"Don't forget, there is another very terrible point."
At this time, Fan Hemian, who had always been sullen and silent, suddenly spoke:
"Although we still don't know what the thing that is causing trouble here is, but judging from the fact that it can control the victim to cut off his own flesh and blood, that thing must have the ability to manipulate other people's minds..."
She raised her finger and pointed to her temple, and her fingertips inadvertently passed over the hairpin pinned to her forehead.
"Be careful, don't accidentally fall for that thing!"
While they were talking, the three of them had already gone up to the second floor and into the corridor.
The plane structure of the floor is a "U" shape, and the opening of the stairs is also the opening of the "U". In front of it is a floor-to-ceiling window, facing the second-floor window of the East Building next door.
At this time, from the perspective of Mo Tiangen and the Fan family siblings, the three of them could clearly see that the lights on the second floor of the East Building opposite them suddenly turned on, and the brightness of the entire window increased by a step.
"Hello?"
Mo Tiangen fiddled with the bluetooth headset hanging on his ear, "Little Bird, you have reached the second floor, right?"
"Well, we're on the second floor."
Ji Thrush's answer sounded clearly in the earphones, "I'm preparing to enter the Geological Museum exhibition hall now, and I haven't found any abnormalities for the time being, how about you?"
"We're about the same progress as you."
Mo Tiangen said, found the power switch near the stairs, and turned on several lights in the corridor on the second floor.
"I haven't found anything yet."
"it is good."
Ji Thrush, who was about 50 meters away from the three of them in a straight line, replied:
"Be careful."
However, for the next two full hours, the entire museum was calm and there was nothing unusual at all.
Holding flashlights, Mo Tiangen and his siblings from the Fan family inspected each exhibition hall one by one, and then worked hard to cross the isolation belt, climb into the exhibition area, and inspect every container that could hold things.
They didn't even dare to let go of those large vases and copper tripods that were locked in glass cabinets that were taller than a person. Teacher Dagen lifted Fan Hemian up and asked the girl to shine a flashlight down from above to check one by one whether there was anything hidden inside.
But even so, they still got nothing.
The same is true for Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo in the opposite building. The two almost turned the East Hall upside down, but they didn't find any suspicious items.
It was already 3:30 in the morning, but they hadn't even caught the tail of the ghost story.
"Jile, if this goes on, we're going to die!"
Mo Tiangen grabbed his short cropped hair irritably, his thick eyebrows were twisted into a tight knot, he kept looking down at his watch, it seemed that he was about to lose his patience:
"If we don't get 3, we will die!"
"Don't worry."
Fan Hemian's face also looked pale, but he still comforted him calmly, "If we give up destroying '4', we still have at least one hour and forty minutes. Don't panic, there is still time."
As she said that, she raised her hand, and patted Mo Tiangen's broad back twice to show comfort, "Don't forget that our situation last night was similar to today's. Don't worry, look again."
"correct!"
Fan Luming also chimed in, "After all, this is a 'world' of supernatural beings. Maybe this time, my good brother is very capricious, so I have to pinch him a bit, and he will never show up until the auspicious time... "
When he was talking, he turned his back to Mo Tiangen and Fan Hemian, and was lighting a flashlight. He lowered his head to check a carved vase. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the window abruptly, and saw a white shadow, which passed quickly.