Chapter 767 Red Veil

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

The fat man was walking and suddenly stopped, then turned his head and looked in the direction they were walking. His expression was a little strange. After a while, he whispered: "Did you feel anything?"

"No." Huai Yi said.

Everyone was a little nervous after he did this.

Jiang Cheng carefully checked behind him and didn't find anything strange, so he had to urge: "Leave here first."

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

It was at the end of the second-floor corridor, just around the corner, not far from the bathroom.

There were two sculptures in front of the sculpture classroom.

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

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

The sculpture on the right was a man with full muscles, giving people a strong sense of power.

He lowered his head slightly, staring at his hands, holding a hammer tightly in both hands. One end of the hammer was blunt and the other end was sharp, which looked quite textured.

Wang Qi checked the two sculptures, but it seemed that he didn't find anything strange.

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

Unlike the decoration in the art hall, the door of the sculpture classroom gave people a very old feeling.

It was a dark wooden door, double-opening. When you touch it with your hand, there are many potholes on it, as if something hard frequently went in and out of the door, leaving traces of bumps.

There were also traces of scratches on the door handle.

When he opened the door, an indescribable smell came to his face, like the smell of something that had been left for a long time and was moldy.

The fat man knew nothing about sculpture. He originally thought that the sculpture classroom would feel very high-end, but he found that it was not much cleaner than the construction site where he worked.

There was no floor on the ground, just the simplest cement floor, which was dark. There were a few tables, not big, square ones, with semi-finished sculptures on the tables.

Buckets, spray bottles, large pieces of plastic paper, and some materials used for sculptures piled together could be seen everywhere on the ground.

On the other side, there were many finished sculptures against the wall.

Because of the light, the shadows were dim, and some finished products were wrapped in transparent plastic paper. At first glance, it was a bit weird.

It looked like a corpse wrapped after being killed.

Jiang Cheng walked to the position near the door, where there were several baskets, made of bamboo. Judging from the degree of wear, they were at least 7 or 8 years old.

A real old object.

Jiang Cheng reached out and took out a tool shaped like a sickle from the basket.

But it was not as sharp as a sickle, and the front end was not sharpened, but it was much heavier.

After waving it in the air a few times, Jiang Cheng seemed to have not understood the essence of this tool, so he thought for a moment and turned back to call the fat man.

The fat man stood there, watching the doctor holding the sickle with a serious face, circling around him.

He also stopped from time to time and gestured at the back of his head.

About a minute later, Jiang Cheng finally showed a satisfied smile.

Everyone looked at Jiang Cheng and walked up to choose a weapon.

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

Wang Qi took an iron hook with an arc at the front, which was a bit like the one they used to hook corpses in the medical building before.

Shen Mengyun had a foot injury, so he only took a blunt knife for self-defense.

Then everyone looked at the fat man. Half of the fat man's body was almost stuck in the basket. After a long time, he grunted and fished out something from the bottom of the basket.

When everyone saw the thing clearly, they couldn't help but feel a little surprised. It was a hammer that looked very cruel.

The handle of the hammer was wrapped with hemp ropes, and there seemed to be blood on it.

"Brother Fugui," Huai Yi swallowed his saliva and suggested, "Will it be too heavy for you to hold this?"

The fat man casually shook his hand, "I think it's okay, mainly because it makes me feel at ease."

After a while, he stopped and looked at the hammer in his hand. His eyes became a little strange, as if he was searching in his memories, and whispered, "And I don't know why, I feel very familiar when I see this hammer."

If someone else said this, Huai Yi would definitely think that this person has a problem with his brain, but Brother Fugui is a formal member of Crimson. Not to mention that he feels familiar with the hammer, he can understand even if he feels familiar with ghosts.

"Maybe it's not this hammer that is familiar, but the person who uses the hammer." Looking at the sound, the person who said this was Wang Qi.

"Bang!"

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

It was a little far away from them, and it sounded like it was on the other side of the corridor.

Soon, everyone realized why the sound was so much like the sound of a sculpture falling and breaking on the ground.

"It's about the location of the sculpture hall." Shen Mengyun thought for a moment and said.

"Let's go and take a look." 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 clothes hanging behind the door. They were grayish white, very similar to the color of the sculpture, like work clothes.

They were dirty, and the whole clothes were stained grayish white by the things that were rubbed on them.

Jiang Cheng took one of them and folded it, just enough to wrap up the sickle.

Before they reached the sculpture hall, they heard rustling sounds coming from that direction, but when they really walked outside the door, the sounds inside disappeared.

"Dong."

"Dong Dong."

According to Yuan Xiaoyi's instructions, Jiang Cheng reached out and knocked on the door twice, and then pushed the door with a little force.

"Creaky--"

The door hinge seemed to be rusted, and the friction sound was particularly harsh in the silent night, which also set an uneasy tone for this mission.

The door was ajar.

Not locked.

Looking around, the space in the sculpture hall is much larger.

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

It is divided into 4 areas, each exhibiting different types of sculptures.

After entering the sculpture hall, everyone felt a strange feeling at the same time.

Just like the library and the abandoned playground, this place is also shrouded in a grayness, as if a layer of filter has been added.

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

However, at a slightly farther distance, only a vague outline remained.

The surrounding darkness was like a tide, swallowing them up.

They did not dare to separate, so they gathered together and slowly walked inside, observing the nearby sculptures at the same time.

It was unclear whether it was due to the light or psychological effects, but the fat man stared at the static sculptures hidden in the shadows, suspecting that they could come alive at any time and pounce on him with their teeth bared and claws.

As his sight moved, he suddenly swept across a place, and after a moment, his pupils shrank into a slit.

"There!" He suddenly spoke, his eyes fixed on a corner in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and the corner was empty, with nothing in it.

"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 still..." The fat man was nervous and his tongue was out of control.

Jiang Cheng frowned, "What else?"

"It was covered with a piece of red cloth, covering the head, and the four corners of the red cloth drooped down, like a bride getting married."