Chapter 544 Folk Museum

Jiang Cheng drove and took fat Lin Wan'er to where Huai Yi lived.

Before going there, Jiang Cheng told Huai Yi not to talk too much about the website, but to sort out the screened supernatural events separately, and then everyone would choose one from them after discussion.

"This is" Huai Yi looked at the fat man.

"Wang Fugui." The fat man was confident and looked at Huai Yi with distrust in his eyes.

"Brother Fugui." Huaiyi smiled with a smile on his face, as if he were seeing a relative. He probably regarded the fat man as someone similar to Lin Wan'er in Jiangcheng.

The three Crimson Huaiyi felt that this wave was stable.

And judging by the look in Fatty's eyes and his physique, he is definitely a Crimson Brother-level figure.

Switching to Xianxia novels, he is the ancestor in the family who does not show up easily.

Huaiyi warmly greeted everyone to sit down, closed the curtains, and the room suddenly became dark. Then he moved out a projector and pointed it at the wall.

"I chose a total of three supernatural events, all of which are C-level. They are all in cities near us. The driving distance is no more than 6 hours."

Soon, there were pictures on the wall.

It is an old-looking building with three floors and a rather weird architectural style. It is estimated to be at least a hundred years old.

"This is the first one: the Fengcheng Museum bust incident."

Huaiyi held the remote control in his hand. After pressing it, the screen began to change continuously. There was an interval of about 10 seconds, showing the exterior views of the building from different angles and different time periods.

"What is this?" Fatty looked at the corner of the screen and asked.

Huaiyi stopped the picture and then zoomed in little by little. Everyone noticed that in the most remote window on the second floor of the museum, there was a bronze portrait.

Only the upper body of the figure is exposed. What is strange is the face of the figure, the painful expression looks lifelike.

"This is a folk museum with a history of nearly a hundred years." Huaiyi said: "But not long ago, the director of this museum suddenly disappeared. Not long after, everyone found a cleaner inside. There is also a staff member responsible for maintenance who is also missing.”

"By the way, this folk museum has a small audience, and it is located in a remote suburb. Not many people usually come here, so there are only three people in the museum: the curator, the maintenance staff, and the cleaning staff."

"The exhibits only have historical value and have no economic value. They belong to very eclectic groups, so there is no security guard."

"What does this have to do with portraits?" Lin Waner asked.

The name of this supernatural incident is the Fengcheng Museum Bust Incident. There is something obviously wrong with the figure in the picture, giving people a creepy feeling.

Huaiyi continued to click on the remote control, "Look next, this is a promotional picture of the museum's previous exhibits. This is a picture taken by the police in the museum after the curator disappeared."

Two images are projected onto the wall together, one to the left and one to the right.

They are two human statues. Judging from the size, they should be life-size statues. However, they only have the upper body, and the lower body is replaced by a strange lotus platform.

The outside of the statue is separated by a thick glass cover. There is a sticker on the lower right side of the glass cover with a few words written on it.

You can vaguely see that it was written in red pen, but the handwriting is blurry now.

"This is" the fat man's eyes widened.

"That's right." Huai Yi nodded with a strange expression, "The two statues should be the same. That may not be accurate. Well, this statue has changed."

This is very obvious. The first statue is of a middle-aged man about 40 years old, with a tall and strong physique, while the second statue is of an old man, with a stooped figure and one eye blind.

But similarly, both statues have extremely painful expressions.

Next, Huaiyi took a deep breath, which seemed to be some kind of signal. Huaiyi pressed the button, and the picture on the wall changed again, this time it was a photo.

An old man with a stooped figure is hunched over, holding a huge broom with both hands and sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground. The folk museum is in the background.

The overall style is dull and solemn, giving people a sense of desolation as the times change.

What really caught everyone's attention was that half of the old man's face was exactly the same as the old man on the second sculpture!

"The old man's surname is Zhao, and he is the missing curator of this folk museum." Huaiyi turned to look at everyone and said.

"Also, pay attention here." Huaiyi enlarged the photo, and at the very edge of the photo, he just caught a window on the second floor of the museum.

It's an angle problem, only half of the window is left.

And it was this half of the window that happened to be windy at that time, and the thick dark red curtains that were originally hanging at the window were lifted by the wind, revealing a bronze face hidden behind it.

His face was facing the direction of the old man, and his eyes were staring at him, as if he was hiding behind the curtains and peeping.

It’s the sculpture in the first picture!