Chapter 548 The Eighth Door

At 11:15 p.m., six shop assistants lined up and stood at the main entrance of the World Heritage Museum.

Fang Shenyan grabbed a rope in his hand and pulled six drowsy tourists closer step by step.

Tongguan frowned and looked at him, and after a while, he whispered:

"Do you want to enter the museum in advance?"

Fang Shenyan's plan was very simple. He wanted to explore the way before the mission officially started.

The current situation was completely different from what everyone had expected.

At 11 o'clock, the skin painting did not appear at all, but the mission briefing was definitely correct.

This means that the skin painting must be in the World Heritage Museum now.

This "arrival method" was one of Tongguan's three previous guesses.

"The skin painting arrived at the museum in a way that ordinary people could not imagine."

This guess has now become a reality.

Fang Shenyan and Tongguan's two best strategies are no longer useful, and this trip to the museum is bound to go in.

Three hours of mission time, minus the time to return to the hotel, they only have two and a half hours.

So from now 11:15 to 12:00, when the mission officially begins, Fang Shenyan has to find out the situation inside in advance in these 45 minutes.

The six people stood apart from Fang Shenyan, keeping their distance from each other and looking at each other.

Fang Shenyan wanted to use the lives of these innocent passers-by to test the museum, and no one said anything about this.

Tongguan looked at Fang Shenyan's determination and said hesitantly:

"The mission has not yet begun. If you go in and encounter ghosts, it will be an unsolvable situation.

I will go in with you!"

But Fang Shenyan glanced at him coldly, and saw through the other party's mind, and immediately interrupted:

"You will only drag me down if you go in, you just stay outside.

After I investigate the general situation, I will think about the formal action plan."

After saying this, he did not stop, pulled the rope, escorted six tourists, and walked down the underground entrance of the main gate.

Everyone watched Fang Shenyan leave, and did not speak in unison.

In fact, they didn't know what else to say, after all, Fang Shenyan's approach might be the one with the least casualties and the lightest cost.

Now, whether the skin painting is the root ghost has become a difficult point.

Their original plans need to be adjusted.

And in the forty-five minutes before the mission begins, it is best if someone can enter the museum and find out the general information.

In this way, time can be saved to the greatest extent and the fastest and best way to survive can be found.

Tongguan looked up helplessly, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed softly:

"Perhaps, the extra hour given for the mission is to allow us to enter the museum in advance."

...

The main entrance becomes wider and wider as you go down. This is a passage that gradually widens from narrow to wide.

When Fang Shenyan stood in front of the door, he saw two glass doors made of metal door frames.

It was pitch black inside the door. The lights were gone early, and there was only emptiness and silence.

The six tourists behind had their hands tied and were tied around their waists with the same rope, forming a straight line.

After a while of cold wind, most people were fully awake and struggling frantically at this moment.

However, because the ropes were all tied, his mouth was blocked, and he had been injected beforehand, he could only struggle weakly and could not escape.

Fang Shenyan turned his head and took out the lock picking tool from his bag and aimed it at the door lock.

The staff of the seventh branch have generally mastered the lock picking skills, which has almost become a compulsory course for entering the store.

Fang Shenyan has mastered it early, and it doesn't take him too long to face ordinary door locks.

About a few minutes later, the door locked from the inside was opened with a click, and the cold wind blew into the gap, like something wailing.

After Fang Shenyan put away the tools, he calmly opened a gap in the door and led everyone into the World Heritage Museum.

As soon as he entered the main entrance, he immediately felt the temperature inside, which was not much higher than the outside world.

Waves of cool air came from all directions.

This was Fang Shenyan's first time to the World Heritage Museum. He stood at the door and looked at this famous venue as a whole.

After entering the main entrance, it is located on the first floor.

The interior of the first floor was far more spectacular than he had imagined. Although it was dark, he could see a large number of meticulously carved murals.

The dark yellow murals covered all the walls.

In the center of the main hall, a suspended relief was hung from the ceiling. It was an angel with broken wings.

Its compassionate and merciful eyes overlooked the entire first floor. The broken wings were a metaphor for something.

The height of the first floor should be about five meters. Fang Shenyan looked up and found that the entire floor was a complete painting.

It was just because the light was dim that he couldn't see what was painted on it.

After a brief observation, Fang Shenyan began to walk along the hall and went deeper.

Since he wanted to investigate the situation, he naturally had to walk through every floor and every corner.

The first floor was the sculpture hall area.

Walking along the hall of the exhibition hall, Fang Shenyan counted them one by one.

After walking through all of them, he saw seven towering and finely decorated doors.

Each door corresponds to a sculpture exhibition hall with a theme.

He stood in front of the seventh gate, which was carved with a naked man standing upside down.

After slowly pushing open the gate, he saw a huge room of nearly 100 square meters.

The room was extremely empty, with only layers of guardrails surrounding a pure white sculpture more than two meters high in the middle.

The red carpet was dust-free, and there was only one sculpture in the room, which seemed very quiet and depressing.

Fang Shenyan took a look and found that there were two black doors on both sides of the room.

He hesitated and walked inside. After looking around, he realized the problem.

This is a huge area with interconnected spaces.

The seven doors of the sculpture hall on the first floor symbolize the seven most representative sculpture exhibition halls.

And at the edges of these seven exhibition halls, there are many other small exhibition halls.

The large exhibition hall is surrounded by small exhibition halls, and dozens of large and small exhibition halls all belong to the same theme, which constitutes the characteristics of each floor.

After hesitating for a while, Fang Shenyan walked out of the seventh door, stood in the corridor, and found a suitable place.

The six passers-by were injected in advance, so their limbs were weak at this time. They wanted to resist but could only let it go.

He tied several people to a stone pillar, untied the rope of the first passerby, and took him with him.

This was also the girl in a couple that Fang Shenyan kidnapped for the first time. She struggled desperately when she saw Fang Shenyan's actions.

Her boyfriend, with a pale face, grabbed Fang Shenyan's trouser legs with his hands, trying to stop him, but it was useless.

Fang Shenyan pulled the girl's arm, put his finger to his mouth and made a silent gesture to the increasingly excited passersby.

"There are ghosts here, keep quiet, and die slowly."

Fang Shenyan took the girl and re-entered the seventh door, and disappeared from then on.

In the deadly corridor on the first floor, the man shed two lines of tears in pain.

He struggled to untie the rope on his hand, but he couldn't loosen it until his wrist was bleeding.

Several passers-by who were in the same situation as him were also doing the same thing, and the ending was also the same.

The man began to regret why he came to Shanming City for a trip, why he came to this damn world heritage museum.

But in addition to regret, there was a strong anger brewing in his chest.

This man who looked gentle in a Zhongshan suit and glasses was a mysterious murderer.

What on earth did he want to do by tying himself and so many people here?

"Xiaoqing... Xiaoqing... Don't get into trouble!

I must take you out of this museum!"

The girlfriend's being taken away gave the man unprecedented courage. He put the wrist rope on the relief on the stone pillar.

He rubbed it again and again, although it had little effect, but he could do nothing else.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

Just as the man focused all his attention on grinding the rope, a passerby next to him suddenly made a strange cry, attracting the attention of several people.

The passerby was a bald man. He raised his head and looked at the roof with astonishment, as if he had discovered something incomprehensible.

The man looked along his field of vision and found that a huge suspended sculpture appeared right above his head.

The figure of the angel was shrouded by the broken wings, and the feathers were portrayed very realistically, which I had not seen clearly in the previous quick glance.

Now that they were closer, the man clearly felt that the angel was looking down at him, and the two looked at each other.

He saw that the angel's stone eyes actually had very real emotions flowing.

Compassion, love and a kind of superiority...

"It... Isn't it at the gate? How did it run to my head?"

The man did not see a trace of mercy from this look, on the contrary, in this stone sculpture eroded by darkness.

He could only feel a strong dark atmosphere.

The sculpture on the roof was moving, and the mercy in the angel's eyes turned into viciousness.

The man no longer had the opportunity to break free from the rope and save his girlfriend, and he could no longer see the evil man in the Zhongshan suit.

His figure disappeared.

There was an eighth door on this floor, on which was carved a man with his hands tied, his eyes full of despair before death.