Chapter 550 Cold-Blooded

"Why did such a change occur?"

The mission has not yet begun. If there is a supernatural event, how can there be such a regular change besides killing?

Fang Shenyan has seen supernatural events outside of the mission.

When a ghost in a place is not bound by Tianhai Hotel, everything it does is just about killing.

The "rules", "lifeways" and "restrictions" that the clerks often talk about are all carried out under the intervention of Tianhai and do not exist in non-missions.

But now when the seventh exhibition hall is shifted, it is obviously affected by the rules.

The first doubt has appeared.

Fang Shenyan has no time to identify these, because he found that with the entry of living people, the entire museum has undergone unknown changes.

He must travel through the six major theme exhibition halls in the remaining time.

Walking along this literary and artistic corridor towards the staircase, his guess was confirmed along the way.

This underground floor is the porcelain museum on the negative third floor, and it is also the last floor of the World Heritage Museum.

Fang Shenyan sprinted up the corridor quickly, with half an hour left before the start of the mission.

When he returned to the first floor and looked at the familiar entrance hall, his mentality fluctuated slightly.

The broken-winged angel sculpture was hanging on the ceiling, facing the main entrance solemnly and solemnly.

It did not change at all, and it was the same as when they first met.

Fang Shenyan took a deep breath, looked at the world outside the door, and continued to run towards the original seventh gate.

The sculpture hall on the first floor originally had seven gates, representing seven theme exhibition halls.

This can also be called "seven sealed straight lines" in the spatial layout that Fang Shenyan explored.

Similarly, the porcelain hall on the negative third floor is "nine sealed straight lines."

A group of innocent passers-by who were tied together and locked on the stone pillars were completely awake at this time.

When Fang Shenyan arrived, several people were racking their brains to help each other and trying to break free from the ropes.

But after so much effort, they still did not get free. On the contrary, they were sweating and terrified.

Fang Shenyan's attention was not on them, but on the original location of the seventh gate.

The seventh gate of the Sculpture Hall was moved to the Porcelain Hall, but it was not abolished.

Here, there is still a gate with a more precise and beautiful pattern, a butterfly with its wings spread.

Fang Shenyan looked at it carefully from a closer distance, gently stroked the lines on it with his hand, and had the answer in his heart.

The seventh gate of the "Sculpture Hall" was moved to the "Porcelain Hall", but the original location was replaced by a certain exhibition hall of the "Specimen Hall"!

Fang Shenyan's brain only had the word "tricky" at this moment.

This is just a sign.

Spatial movement is definitely the biggest information of this mission, and it is probably the most difficult mystery.

The entire museum has a total of six halls, and 46 doors represent 46 theme exhibition halls.

If they are all moving alternately in disorder and chaos, how can they be found for investigation and calculation?

The task has not yet begun, but Fang Shenyan has begun to feel the difficulty of this task.

Purely mental task!

This is definitely the most mentally challenging task in recent times!

Not only that...

Because Fang Shenyan soon noticed that there was an eighth door next to the door of the "Specimen Museum".

This is also the theme of the sculpture museum, but he has never seen it before.

The ancient and artistic tall and huge door was tightly closed, with exquisite patterns on it, and the ultimate carving method made a person lifelike.

It was a young man wearing a hoodie with his hands tied.

It was frozen in a motion of looking up, exposing his entire face completely.

Fang Shenyan examined it carefully, and he read astonishment, regret, confusion, unwillingness and the most vivid fear from it.

This young man carved on the door, he had just seen it twenty minutes ago...

The ghost couldn't help but take action after all.

Fang Shenyan suddenly turned around, cut the noose tied to the stone pillar, pulled the remaining four people, and walked quickly towards the corridor.

During this period, he asked the bald man who was closest to the young man at the time.

From him, he learned important information.

Fang Shenyan's second goal was to find out the information about the ghosts on the sixth floor. Now he has got two.

First floor, Sculpture Hall.

Murderous ghost: Winged Angel.

Ability: Unknown.

Murder method: Unknown.

Third floor, Porcelain Hall.

Murderous ghost: Unknown.

Ability: Unknown.

Murder method: tearing off the hair of a living person and swallowing or taking it away.

Fang Shenyan's face became more and more stern. Judging from the current situation, there should be a ghost on each floor.

The entire World Heritage Museum has six powerful ghosts.

...

Second floor, Art and Crafts Hall.

Fang Shenyan shrank four passers-by in the corridor, pulled out one person, and walked in here.

He didn't care about anything. After a brief look along the Art Gallery, he pushed open the first door and walked into the first exhibition hall.

The layout here is still very simple and clear, just like the Sculpture Hall.

In the 100-square-meter room, only a long scroll made of embroidery and weaving craftsmanship was placed in the glass cover in the center.

The door was open, and Fang Shenyan did not continue to walk in, but waited quietly.

The young man next to him looked young, and he was shaking uncontrollably as he stood there, and his figure was particularly thin.

This thinness does not refer only to his physique, but to the fact that he is sick from head to toe, with a pale face and sunken cheeks, as if he is seriously ill.

After Fang Shenyan looked at him for a while, he reached out and tore off the tape on his face, allowing him to breathe normally.

The young man subconsciously reached out and touched the stinging corner of his mouth, looking at Fang Shenyan in fear and not daring to speak.

He just kept his head down, without asking, running away, or resisting.

Fang Shenyan noticed that there was no damage on his wrist, just a little red and swollen, which meant that he had never tried to break the rope and escape from beginning to end.

This young man was a little special, but he didn't want to chat, so he could only wait quietly for the arrival of the ghost.

On the contrary, he was destined to die.

The young man timidly lowered his head and leaned against the wall, but from time to time he looked up and knocked on Fang Shenyan.

After a while, he seemed to have mustered up the courage and asked intermittently:

"Can I... can I sit for a while?"

After seeing Fang Shenyan nod, he felt relieved and slid to the ground all of a sudden, as if he was relieved.

He buried his head and looked at his legs, and shed tears in fear and depression.

The young man's name is Li Cheng, but he is actually only sixteen years old.

Perhaps it was because of the old-fashioned black shirt that made Fang Shenyan mistakenly think that he was an adult.

At this age, he should be in school, talking about celebrity gossip with classmates, or what new games have been released recently.

But Li Cheng can't.

Because he is in the late stage of uremia and only has a few months left to live.

He is not from Shanming City, but a student in a small county nearby.

Not all children in this world can have a future with infinite possibilities, and not all children can live to adulthood.

This disease not only takes Li Cheng's life, but also the lives of his entire family.

For this reason, his father left his hometown and went to work in a big city in the south. He left his hometown just to earn more money and extend Li Cheng's life for a few more days.

Because his mother was disabled in her calves, she could not help the family. She could only wash dishes in the kitchen of a nearby restaurant to earn a small amount of living expenses.

This was Li Cheng's first time in Shanming City. Recently, his health has improved a little, and he wanted to take advantage of the last time to see the world.

Shanming City is big enough, and he didn't see it all after two days of walking around.

He was a young man from a small place and envied those who could live in this city.

Maybe if he hadn't been sick, he might have had this opportunity.

But now he only had one day left, his body could no longer hold on, and he didn't have enough money.

So on the last night in Shanming City, he decided to visit the World Heritage Museum.

Li Cheng didn't have time to see the world, so he wanted to see the artworks from all over the world.

This was the closest he had ever been to the future.

At the same time, it was also the closest he had ever been to death, even earlier than the uremia that had tortured him for three years.

Li Cheng's legs were shaking constantly. This was not because he was scared, but because his body functions were declining rapidly.

His blood was getting colder, his body was shaking more and more, and his lips were turning purple.

Something had entered his blood vessels, and a pure black, slender worm was reflected in his pupils.

The worm kept crawling in his eyes, crawling endlessly, and he didn't see how long it was before he died.

"There is a worm... a worm... in my eyes..."

Li Cheng died on the second floor below the World Heritage Museum, and it was not the disease that killed him in the end.

It was Fang Shenyan and the endless long worm.