Chapter 391 Manipulator

In fact, the left and right sides of a person's face are not completely symmetrical, but the faces of the people in the paintings that appeared in front of Zheng Xun showed an unnatural symmetry.

Either the distance between the eyes is too wide or too narrow, and the proportions are very unnatural.

And no matter what posture they pose, they all face the outside world, which makes people feel like they are being watched, which makes people feel quite uncomfortable.

Zheng Xun glanced at the weird paintings a few more times and looked away. At this time, the distance between the players from the Youxin Guild and him became farther.

He quickened his pace, and at the same time, the other party suddenly turned around and pushed open a door on the right.

The two of them walked in one after another, followed by Zheng Xun.

But when Zheng Xun stood in front of the door, he suddenly stopped.

The door in front of him... was painted.

The door is about two meters high, with fine wood textures on it, and even the flower and branch patterns beside the door are lifelike.

There are even symmetrical curtains beside the door, which are undoubtedly painted.

This is strange.

Zheng Xun immediately lay down on the wall, like a black gecko.

With his limbs spread out, he kept groping the wall, trying to find the mechanism.

When Cheng Jie and the others came over, they saw Zheng Xun trying to squeeze himself into the wall.

"..." Cheng Jie was speechless, "Are you worried about doing this?"

Zheng Xun struggled for a while and finally gave up, showing an annoyed look.

"The two players from the Youxin Guild disappeared from here. I was wondering if there was a way to get in."

"Here?"

Cheng Jie also leaned over and pressed his fingers on the wall.

"It's useless, this is just a solid wall."

Anyway, everyone is gone, so there is no point in continuing to dwell on it. Zheng Xun pushed the others out.

"Okay, okay, let's not waste time here. What time is it?"

"9:20," Tao Xueji answered him, "there's plenty of time."

"Are our people all on the first floor?"

"Yes, everyone hasn't taken action yet."

After Tao Xueji returned to Zheng Xun, Cheng Jie continued to talk.

"If you hadn't given up, we could have started taking action ten minutes earlier."

Zheng Xun's hand on his back suddenly turned into a knife, chopping and slashing at him.

"Okay then I was wrong."

"...You have this attitude of admitting your mistake."

The only people who entered this passage were Zheng Xun, Cheng Jie and Tao Xueji, while Tao Xueqing and three other people were waiting outside.

After Zheng Xun and the others raised the curtain and went out again, separated by a wall, two players from the Youxin Guild were also busy with something.

The two entered a place similar to a control room. There is not only a console with colorful buttons, but also a monitoring screen.

On the screen, Zheng Xun and the others met with the people who stayed on the first floor, and the six of them were discussing what to do next.

After the smooth-haired players entered the room, they began to tinker with the buttons on the console.

As for Curly, he came to the place where the surveillance screen was facing, looked up at the people on the screen, and talked to his teammates at the same time.

"I think this mission is quite simple. These people don't seem to have any intentions."

"Don't speak too early," Shunmao bent down and brought up an iron box. When the lid of the box was opened, it was full of wires of different thicknesses. "Don't worry about others. Our mission target is only Zheng Xun, and it just so happens that we can't speak too early." He is the most difficult one to deal with.”

"Speaking of which, I'm still wondering... Why did the higher-ups spend so much effort and delay for so long before taking action against Zheng Xun? In my opinion, he should have been killed when he first emerged. "

"Don't make random guesses about what it means. You and I, we are just executing orders."

Compared with the recklessness of curly hair, Shunmao is obviously much calmer.

But in fact, he has also thought about the question raised by Curly Hair.

He came up with several motives, but finally thought that maybe doing so would maximize his benefits.

After all, they are not some evil killer organization, they are just... a company.

As the boss often says - we are just doing business.

Shun Mao laid out the route, preparing to take action immediately after Zheng Xun and the others entered the first exhibition hall.

It would be better for everyone if we resolve it as soon as possible.

When Shun Mao was busy, Curly Mao wandered around the control room, his hands not being honest, sometimes touching this, sometimes pinching that.

"How come there are even wax figures in this room..."

The room was very dark, with only limited light from the screen and flashlight, and not all corners could be illuminated.

This was their first time in this control room. Someone had told them what was in it, but more specific details could only be known on site.

Curly's eyes turned to one of the corners of the room, where there was a white sheet, which seemed to be covering something, as tall as a person.

He subconsciously thought of the wax figures in the museum.

"I said, are you sure the wax figures here are not alive?" Curly's voice was a little shaky.

"Of course," Shun Mao was still wondering why he asked this. "The weird stories that came out of the wax museum before were all because the owner of the museum secretly used computers to manipulate the wax figures and make them move to scare tourists... This is not Has anyone told you before?"

"That's true, but is it possible... that there is some truth mixed in among these fake ones?"

Curly Hair swallowed, his words made Shun Mao even more confused, and the latter even put down what he was doing.

"What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?"

"You, come here and see-"

Shunmao walked forward with doubt and came to where Juanmao was standing.

The white bed sheet was tilted slightly, probably because Juanmao had just reached out and pulled it.

The wax figure covered with white cloth in front of them should be an adult man in height.

The other person was wearing a black suit and spotless leather shoes. There was a black umbrella exposed at the edge of the shoe, with a sharp tip, diagonally placed on the ground.

"I just... touched this bed sheet and wanted to take it off," Curly described the scene tremblingly, "Then, the wax figure covered by the white cloth suddenly moved."

"Moved?" Shunmao's expression clearly showed disbelief, "Are you dazzled? The light here is not good. Maybe it's an illusion caused by the light when the picture on the screen changes."

"No, it's impossible!" Curly was extremely firm, "The umbrella was clearly in his right hand just now, but now it has moved to his left hand!"

"How could it be..."

Shunmao still refused to believe it. They had prepared quite sufficient information for the copy of the wax museum this time, and even simulated it several times...

He reached out and grabbed the white bed sheet.

The bed sheet was very clean, with almost no dust, which was out of place in this old wax museum.

When Shunmao discovered this detail, his expression suddenly changed.

"This wax figure--"

Before he could finish his sentence, the wax figure in front of him suddenly moved! The umbrella pierced his heart fiercely at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

Shunmao lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the straight black umbrella in front of him and the shirt that was gradually stained red by blood.

He held the umbrella with one hand with difficulty, trying to pull him out. But it was too late.

He turned his head and looked at his teammates with wide eyes and pale faces.

"Go, go--"

Run away quickly!

It happened too quickly, and Shunmao couldn't react for a while. When he shouted in panic and rolled and crawled to open the mechanism and leave the room, the black umbrella was pulled out of his companion's body and stabbed into his body from behind.

Blood flowed over the tangled wires.

The bottom of the white sheet was also stained, and the gloved hands pulled the dirty sheet off.

Almost at the same time, Zheng Xun in the surveillance screen raised his face.

"Zheng Xun?"

Cheng Jie was talking to him and found that this man was in a daze again.

"Did you hear screams?" Zheng Xun frowned, looking at the secret passage he had walked through before.

The curtains covered the passage again, and nothing could be seen.

The other people shook their heads when they heard Zheng Xun's question. They didn't hear any strange sounds.

"Am I hallucinating again..."

Zheng Xun thought that maybe he was hallucinating again, so he ignored him and continued to discuss the next action with others.