Chapter 565 Under the Lotus Leaves

This is an extremely bad signal.

Hong Fu, who has always been optimistic, also has obvious worries on his face at this moment, and his brows are wrinkled into a "chuan" character.

Tongguan must not have left the seventh exhibition hall, otherwise why would he not contact in the public channel?

Then excluding the possibility of his escape, there is only the worst result.

Not far away, Ding Wangshu shook his beautiful braids and ran towards him quickly.

Hong Fu silently lowered his head, sighed in his heart, and responded to the situation with pessimism.

Once Tongguan died, Jin Xi would probably not survive.

He didn't dare to look for Feng Jiafu and Fang Shenyan on the fourth floor underground.

Chen Wen was dead, and now he and Ding Wangshu were the only living people in the museum.

"Tongguan is not here?"

Ding Wangshu read a sad look on Hong Fu's face. She was also a quirky girl, so she could naturally feel the current situation.

Hong Fu lowered his head for a long time before he remembered to cover the sensitive parts of his body.

But neither of them said anything on this point.

At this point, they are each other's teammates. In the face of life and death, gender differences and those little shames are nothing.

Hongfu's silence made Ding Wangshu depressed. She sat against the wall and thought for a while before asking:

"What do you think we can do now?"

The time came to 1:17 midnight, and there was still one hour and forty-three minutes left before the end of this mission.

Even in this time, the forty-three fractions had to be erased and regarded as the return time.

Hongfu stared at the hands of the watch turning in circles. Time was passing, and there was little he could do.

He agreed with the plan that Tongguan had said before.

Now the foreign exhibition halls of the painting museum have all been burned down, and they need to re-enter to search for survivors.

This survivor, of course, is the "skin bag" they have been thinking about.

Hong Fu was silently plotting in his mind, but as if he realized something, he asked Ding Wangshu:

"You hid in the fourth floor underground for half an hour, why did you suddenly come out?"

Ding Wangshu huddled in the corner, staring straight at the flower pot in the center of the porcelain museum, sighed and said:

"Because I found a body."

"Body?"

"It's... Feng Jiafu's body..."

Ding Wangshu's tone was mixed with fear and regret. She was still calm when she said this, raised her head and stared at Hong Fu and told her experience.

It must be said that as the youngest girl in this mission, Ding Wangshu's performance was pretty good.

Half an hour ago, she and Chen Wen hid at the entrance of the first floor, waiting for news from Tongguan and others.

Chen Wen was complacent about finding a good hiding place, and was glad that Tongguan was in charge of the mission, so he could fish in troubled waters.

But this beautiful idea was soon shattered.

Ding Wangshu found that the glass of the main entrance reflected the shadow of an angel with broken wings.

The moment she saw it, her body stiffened uncontrollably.

She didn't react to why the relief appeared behind her for a while, and she was almost killed instantly.

Fortunately, both of them were very nervous, and Chen Wen helped Ding Wangshu when she was in danger.

Chen Wen, a particularly timid man, did not choose to abandon Ding Wangshu, but took her to run into the museum.

And Ding Wangshu also regained control of his body after pulling away from the broken-winged angel.

The ghost blocked the door to escape, and the two had to choose to separate in an emergency.

Chen Wen fled all the way upwards, while Ding Wangshu ran downwards.

When passing by one exhibition hall after another, she did not stop, and her only target during the escape was the fourth floor underground.

As the ghost of the sculpture hall, the broken-winged angel actually went out to kill people, which exceeded her psychological expectations.

In this emergency, she subconsciously wanted to seek shelter.

And up was Tongguan, and down was only Fang Shenyan.

With this purpose, Ding Wangshu went into the fourth underground floor without looking back.

On the fourth underground floor, there were few light sources and the roads were complicated, so she couldn't find Fang Shenyan at all.

While running wildly, she touched the door of the utility room where a padlock fell to the ground, and went in regardless.

Time and darkness were torturing Ding Wangshu's mentality.

Finally, after twenty minutes, she realized that she couldn't hide in just one place, otherwise the chance of being found would increase greatly.

Moreover, she thought that since she came to the fourth underground floor, maybe she could take the initiative to explore it.

It means that unknown clues can be found, as well as Fang Shenyan and Feng Jiafu.

With this purpose, Ding Wangshu began to search along the passages that extended in all directions.

But there was no intelligence or clues.

While wandering around without a clue, she smelled a strong irritating smell and a strange "rustling" sound.

This sound was like the sound of wind and sand blowing on leaves.

But it appeared in the closed underground floor, which was weird enough.

Ding Wangshu instinctively wanted to escape, but she didn't know why she decided to go up and take a look.

She poked her head out from the corner of the wall and saw a corpse in the dim light...

The light was too dim, and she could only see a black shadow lying on the ground.

The back of the corpse was facing up, forming a "big" character, but there was no bulge.

It was like being crushed to the ground by a road roller, and it was almost flat.

The most bizarre thing was that such a tragic death did not even have a trace of blood or bone residue.

Only the fragile human skin and scattered clothes allowed her to identify the body as Feng Jiafu.

Death, suddenly and heroically appeared in front of Ding Wangshu.

So, she turned around and ran like a headless fly, forgetting the way, just wanting to leave the fourth underground floor.

Hong Fu frowned when he heard this, touched his chin and muttered:

"Feng Jiafu is dead, how come his death is so similar to the murder method of "Stephanie's Smile"? "

Feng Jiafu's murder is a fact, maybe "Stephanie's Smile" is on the fourth underground floor.

But where did Fang Shenyan go?

He and Feng Jiafu should have been together all the time. If Feng Jiafu was murdered, the ghost's target would obviously be him.

But why has Hong Fu not found any trace of Fang Shenyan in the entire museum until now?

There seem to be only two possibilities: either Fang Shenyan is still on the fourth underground floor, or he is dead.

Or perhaps, there is a more terrifying third possibility...

Hongfu rolled his eyes, looked at Ding Wangshu blankly and asked:

"Sister, what is the 'rustling' sound you heard?"

Ding Wangshu's eyes also had a hint of doubt. She thought about it carefully and said:

"It's hard to explain, it's like the sound of wind blowing leaves, it's quite nice."

"Shhh..."

Almost as Ding Wangshu finished speaking, the same "rustling" sound suddenly rang in their ears.

The sound came unexpectedly, and neither of them reacted, and even thought it was an illusion created by their thoughts.

But Hongfu shuddered, he pulled Ding Wangshu's arm and helped him up.

He pointed to the flower pot in the center of the porcelain museum with a horrified look on his face.

On the huge flower pot, there was a handful of lotus leaves that were spread out like an umbrella, and it was swaying gently in the wind.

A burst of scarlet blood rain appeared out of thin air above, constantly pouring on the lotus leaves, making a strange "rustling" sound.

The lotus leaves seemed to absorb nutrients and expand, occupying the entire roof of the Porcelain Museum in just a few seconds.

As Hong Fu and Ding Wangshu looked up, the lotus leaves covered the entire exhibition hall.

On the green and red rhizomes, densely packed corpses were pierced through the ears by silk threads, and their heads were hung under the lotus leaves.

Accompanied by a strange "rustling" sound, the corpses swayed gently like fruits.