I Brush Attributes from Ghosts

Pengcheng, old Chen's family.

As soon as he entered the old Chen's house, Wang Ping received the warmest hospitality from the old Chen's house. As the Spring Festival approached, all the houses were very lively. The old Chen's family welcomed Wang Ping and treated him warmly.

Since hanging out with Wang Ping, the money he earns at one time is enough for Lao Chen to drive a taxi for several days.

Today, although Lao Chen is still driving a taxi, known as hiding his identity, which sounds high-end, but the number of times he drives it is not too much. At most, it is to increase his knowledge and obtain business sources.

It can be said that Lao Chen's family is very grateful to Wang Ping.

Afterwards, Lao Chen asked his wife to take their daughter out to buy some food to treat Wang Ping, and gave Wang Ping a business card.

"Wax Museum? Huo Donglai." Wang Ping took the business card and couldn't help but be taken aback.

This time the business turned out to be a wax museum.

Old Chen nodded and said: "To be honest, this Huo Donglai is a friend I met several times before, the owner of the Wax Museum."

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Huo Donglai, an artist who loves all kinds of sculptures.

In recent years, he has made some money by buying and selling artworks, and he is planning to open a wax museum as a small business with others.

Since he wanted to open before the Spring Festival and get a good start, Huo Donglai worked almost day and night, Zhuang Luo, and finally finished the decoration of the wax museum five days before the Spring Festival.

At the same time, according to the channels he is familiar with, he has recently bought batches of wax figures.

These wax figures are comparable to those star wax figures, lifelike, like real people, it is almost difficult to tell the real from the fake if you don't look carefully or touch them standing there.

For this batch of wax figures, Huo Donglai was satisfied and at the same time did not forget to ask the source of these wax figures.

It is said that these wax figures came from the home of a rich private collector in the 70s and 90s. They were purchased by the rich from abroad, which was expensive at the time.

It stands to reason that it is impossible for the rich man to sell collectibles. The main reason is that the rich man died of a sudden myocardial infarction at home one day. His family's heirs divided the property, and one of the eldest sons got the batch of wax figures.

The eldest son sold the wax figure at a high price for money.

After changing hands several times over the past few decades, it finally fell into the hands of Huo Donglai.

Ah Fu, Zhou Guofu, the security guard of the wax museum invited by Huo Donglai, a student who just graduated from university this year, because the Spring Festival is approaching and wants to earn a wave of pocket money, Huo Donglai temporarily hired him as a security guard.

Tonight is the day before the renovation of the Wax Museum is completed, the wax figures are arranged, and it is ready to open.

As usual, Ah Fu turned on the flashlight and inspected the upper and lower floors of the Wax Museum.

On a quiet night when no one is there, the Wax Museum is quiet and quiet, except for Ah Fu, there are only rows of real wax figures.

Da da da.

The wax figures of the wax museum are listed on both sides, all covered with big red cloth, only the feet are exposed, it looks like a group of people who are about to uncover the red hijab standing there quietly.

Ah Fu held the flashlight, and the light could barely illuminate a small area. Every time the light swept to the ground, it just hit the feet of the wax figure, and there was always a panic for no reason.

It seems that in the next second, the feet of the wax figure illuminated by the light will suddenly move.

Rows of wax figures stood quietly, like corpses that had lost their lives. It would be a lie to say that they were not afraid.

"It's okay, it's just a wax figure, what are you afraid of." Ah Fu said to himself to embolden himself.

But the more he emboldens himself, the more A Fu thinks wildly.

He suddenly remembered a folk tale that his grandfather told him when he was a child.

Grandpa told him, do you know why in ancient times and even in the period of the Republic of China, there were always statues of gods in the folk, but there were very few sculptures of real people?

Because sculpture cannot be made casually, once it is made, there will be gods or something living there, the more lifelike the sculpture, the more so.

This is just like Ye Gong loves dragons, when you put the finishing touch on them, the dragon will come alive.

The same is true for sculpture, why the more lifelike the sculpture is, the more alive it feels, that is because there are things living there.

So don't look into the eyes of the sculpture, maybe your soul will be sucked into the sculpture.

Thinking of this, Ah Fu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and nervously glanced at the surrounding wax figures.

Looking at the wax figures covered by the red cloth, he always felt that the wax figures were looking at him through the red cloth.

Suddenly at this moment, the nervous Ah Fu's scalp tingled.

Da da……

"Who?!" Ah Fu's ears moved, and he suddenly looked at the stairs leading to the second floor of the Wax Museum.

In this silent night, Ah Fu suddenly heard footsteps.

It was the sound of footsteps other than her own.

Ah Fu's breathing became heavy, he tried his best to calm himself down, and listened with his ears tightly pricked up.

Da da……

Accompanied by the subtle to undetectable footsteps from the second floor, Ah Fu's pupils shrank suddenly.

There are people on the second floor!

Impossible, at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, how could there be anyone else in the Wax Museum besides himself, but he knew very well that there was no second security guard in the Wax Museum except himself.

Who would that be on the second floor?thief?still……

Ah Fu didn't move, he seemed to be frozen and motionless, he was going to listen carefully to the sound to see if it was an illusion.

Da da……

Not an illusion!

There are really footsteps, although the sound is very soft, but in this quiet wax museum where you can hear the drop of a needle, the sound is very clear.

For a while, Ah Fu felt his scalp was heating up, and his breathing became heavy, as if a fire was burning in his throat, making his mouth dry.

In the silent wax museum, he could clearly hear his heart beating violently due to nervousness.

In the end, Ah Fu had to go to the second floor because of his security duties.

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Ah Fu pretended to be brave, holding the electric baton tightly in one hand and the flashlight in the other, and walked slowly to the second floor.

He tried to keep himself calm.

Not long after, Ah Fu came to the second floor.

Similar to the first floor, there are also wax figures on the second floor of the Wax Museum, all of which are covered with red cloth. In addition to the wax figures, there are also portraits of real people.

The portraits are all covered with red cloth, and Ah Fu understands that this is the same as the wax figure, which belongs to the unwritten custom of the wax museum.

An old custom that should have been abolished, all sculptures and portraits of real people must be covered with a red hijab.

Holding a flashlight, Ah Fu walked on the second floor step by step, always vigilant about his surroundings.

There was a clicking sound, and a gust of cold wind blew against his neck, making him shiver.

He turned around and saw that it was a window on the second floor.

"Did the boss forget to close the window before leaving?"

The sliding windows made a slight rattling sound in the wind. Listen carefully, isn't it the sound of form footsteps heard on the first floor.

Suddenly, Ah Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me just say, people scare people, they really scare people to death."

He walked to the window, closed it, and looked at the red cloth under his feet.

The wind was very strong at night, and the red cloth of a portrait of a real person near the window was blown off.

Picking up the red cloth on the ground, Ah Fu looked up at the real portrait by the window.

This is a portrait in the style of the Republic of China. It depicts a middle-aged man holding a cane inlaid with red agate. He is dressed luxuriously, exuding nobility, and showing the temperament of a high-ranking person.

The person in the painting is not serious, but looks forward with a smile.

Looking at the middle-aged man in this painting and making eye contact with him, Ah Fu once again remembered the folk customs that his grandfather had said.

Immediately, Ah Fu's back felt chills, and he didn't know whether it was from his heart or his eyes were dazzled. He noticed that the eyes of the middle-aged rich man in front of him seemed to move.

Ah Fu almost spit out his urine in fear, and hurriedly said a few words, "I'm offended, don't be surprised", and covered the red cloth again.

He slapped himself lightly and said to himself.

"Don't scare yourself, there are no ghosts in the world, you have to believe in science."

After finishing speaking, Ah Fu inspected the second floor again and found that there was no one else. After excluding thieves who came in to steal things, he walked into the first floor.

When he turned his back to the painting, walked to the stairs on the first floor, and walked to the first floor.

Ah Fu didn't notice that there were no windows open, and it was closed like a closed second floor. There seemed to be a gust of wind, and it seemed as if a pair of hands had passed by. , slowly fell to the ground.

Lifelike, the middle-aged rich man with a smile on his face is once again revealed.

at the same time.

Ah Fu, who ruled out the situation of ghosts and thieves, relaxed his mind after many times of self-suggestion, and walked towards the first floor humming.

"Let me just say, how could there be... Bah, don't talk about it, or play mobile games...Ah!!!!"

Ah Fu, who was muttering to himself, suddenly screamed, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his scalp felt as if it exploded the moment he looked at the scene on the first floor.

"This this……"

Ah Fu fell down by the stairs on the first floor, slid slowly against the wall and sat on the ground, looking at the scene on the first floor in horror.

At some point, all the red cloth covering the rows of wax figures on the first floor fell to the ground.

That's right!All the red cloths are gone.

At this moment, all the wax figures on the first floor were revealed in front of Ah Fu's eyes.

The real-like wax figures are dressed in all kinds of costumes, old and young, men and women, with the same skin as the real ones, as if a living person stood there stiffly, motionless, like a corpse Same.

At this time, Ah Fu's back was already soaked in cold sweat. On this floor, the windows and doors were obviously closed, and there was no possibility of wind.

Looking at the corpse-like wax figure in horror, Ah Fu trembled and was too frightened to speak.