Transform randomly in Kexue World

Chapter 33 Chapter 4 ([-]K) Wonderful Night in Art Museum

Boss Zhenzhong uttered a scream and took a few steps back.

The statue was still standing there, motionless and did not chase after him, maintaining the posture of looking slightly downward when looking at Boss Zhenzhong.

It was as if the statue was greeting him just now, and it was all the hallucination of the real boss.

But there is no doubt that the statue should not be there, it should not be out of place, it should not be in the middle of the road.

Boss Zhenzhong didn't dare to look away, stared at the statue, stepped back step by step, and asked loudly, "What are you? Who are you? Is this a prank?"

As a cunning businessman, this man was no fool, and he soon suspected that it was a hoax.In fact this is very close to the truth, the difference is that the tricksters are not people today.

Boom, boom, boom, boom... Heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor, with some echoes.Only a heavy body and a hard sole can make that sound on tile.

Boss Zhenzhong stopped backing, his face was ugly, because the footsteps were not his.

After Boss Zhenzhong stopped, the sound of footsteps still came, right behind Boss Zhenzhong at this time, and... approaching here.

Cold sweat dripped from Boss Zhenzhong's head, and now there was a weird statue in front of him, which would approach him as soon as he looked away, but there was also a footstep that could not be made by a normal person behind him, approaching him step by step.

Boom, boom, boom...heartbeat?No, the sound of footsteps was far more intense than Boss Zhenzhong's heartbeat.

On the right, there was the sound of heavy metal products passing lightly across the floor tiles. Just by hearing that sound, one could imagine sparks bursting out from time to time where it touched the floor tiles.

One look, one look!Boss Zhenzhong made a decision: take a look at what is behind him first, just take a look, just a moment! The statue in front of him has no time to approach him in a moment!
Boss Zhenzhong turned his head back, as if he had a grudge against his own neck, he turned back as fast as he could with the greatest strength, and immediately threw it back.

The statue is still there and has not moved, or moved only a short distance.

And he also saw what was behind Boss Zhenzhong.

armor!Black armor, medieval knight armor, dragging a sword on the ground in one hand!

"Hey! This is a prank!" Boss Manaka pushed his body sideways to the wall, with his back against the wall, trying to stare at the sculpture and the black knight at the same time.He asked again: "Hey! Who are you guys? What are you doing!"

Boss Zhenzhong thought he was being flanked by front and back, but he didn't know it was because the dark knight behind him was not looking at him at this time, but was looking at the white sculpture.

'David?There is no such collection in this art gallery, and why is it in the middle of the road? The Ochiai curator felt strange: "Could it be that a tourist played the part like me?" '

Because of the existence of the statue, Director Ochiai, who was disguised as a black knight, did not immediately slash Boss Manaka with his sword, but waited and watched what happened to the statue first.

A voice came from Director Ochiai's ear: "Hey, look at that fat pig, he's scared out of his wits."

who is talking?
Boss Zhenzhong also heard this voice: "Who? Who is speaking!"

The statue was still there, motionless.The black knight also stopped, turning his head to look at him.

But Boss Mason felt that the thin voice just now did not come from either of the two.

The thin titter sounded again.

Boss Manaka suddenly felt water droplets falling on his body, and it landed on his hair.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it on his head. A sticky feeling adhered to his hand. He raised his hand in front of him. Because of the dim light, he could not see the color, but a sour smell of rotten fruit wafted into it. his nasal passages.

Boss Manaka subconsciously looked up at the ceiling above his head.

There were two of the dark, stone monsters.Each one has a tiger-like head, bat-like wings, wide open mouth, and clings to the wall with four legs like a gecko. It is just above Boss Zhenzhong's head, looking at Boss Zhenzhong from left to right.

The eyes are blinking, and the wings are flapping slightly.

They are alive.

The mouth of one of them was dripping with a saliva-like liquid, which dripped directly onto Boss Manaka's nose.

"Ahhh!" With a scream, Boss Manaka escaped from his position again, scrambling and running under the wall on the opposite side of the corridor, looking at the two stone monsters and the black knight.

He didn't even notice that the off-white sculpture that scared him first disappeared when he looked up.

"You frightened him, Strix," said the horned of the two monsters.

The other monster had no horns on its head, and it was its open mouth that dripped sour liquid.

"It's because he's too timid, Strig." The drooling monster said aggrievedly.

"He's the new boss here." The horned monster said again: "He's going to demolish this place and throw us all away."

"Oh, he's really abominable."

Curator Ochiai knows what they are.The monster with no horns and an open mouth is a 'gargoyle', which is a decorative relief used by medieval houses to collect and discharge rainwater, which is equivalent to a modern rainwater drain; the other one with horns is an ornament squatting on the roof , called 'Gargoyle', its function is similar to that of a stone lion, and it is used to ward off evil spirits.

These two sculptures are all kinds of strange things, which are the products of designers who let their imagination run wild.Although modern fantasy stories or games often add such monsters to the ranks of demons, in fact these ugly little creatures were the patron saint of the church in the Middle Ages. Most churches or monasteries have these things on the roof.

The two statues on the top of Boss Zhenzhong are exhibits in this hell exhibition hall. Because of their coincident similarity in shape, the curator Ochiai named them in private, Strig and Strick s.

But why do they talk?Why did you run up to the wall?
The curator turned his head and looked into the depths of the hell exhibition hall.On each of the display cabinets, all kinds of ghost sculptures that were supposed to be placed on them were all out of ten. Even the sculptures that were still standing on the display cabinets all turned their heads to this side, and the positions of the eyes glowed red. .

What is going on in this hall of hell, in my art gallery?
Boss Zhenzhong, who was leaning against the other wall, felt that someone had patted his shoulder.

"Hey, fat boy, can you stop leaning on me?" An impatient voice came from the wall behind him: "You are very heavy, do you know that?"

Boss Manaka turned his head, and it turned out that he was leaning on an oil painting, in which a creature like a bat wearing a hat was scolding him, and it was he who just slapped Boss Manaka on the shoulder directly stretched out of the oil painting The claws are hairy and extremely sharp.

Director Ochiai lowered his head because he noticed a group of small things passing under his feet.

Originally supposed to be placed together on a long table, a set of thirteen little devil ornaments, these villains only ten centimeters high passed by his feet.

"The black knight is brave and powerful!" "The black knight's armor can withstand the dragon!" "The black knight's sharp blade can cut off the mountain!"......

These little guys used weird, singing-like accents, and sang poems one after another. The theme was to praise the black knight—the armor on Ochiai's curator.

Until one of the little devils, and then changed another tone: "My God, he's not a black knight!"

"Who is he?" "Who is it?" "Who is it?" "Who is it?"... "It's our curator!"

The little devils were even more excited: "The curator is kind and kind!" "The curator is gentle and careful!" "The curator is strong and hardworking!"...

More monsters, monkeys with leaves on their heads, dragons, harpies...Gargoyles or gargoyles of various shapes came out of the darkness, or followed the curator Ochiai, or surrounded the real boss surrounded.

Curator Ochiai felt panic, he couldn't understand what was happening before him, and felt terrified.

"Who is that?" "The one who wants to tear this place down and drive us out of our homeland." "It's a bad guy!" "It's a demon!"

The statues speak with an odd emphasis, as if in an opera.

"The curator wants to protect us. He wants to use his sword to kill the villains!" "Kill him!"

Director Ochiai looked left and right, all kinds of monsters surrounded him, praising him, flattering him, praising him... No, they were doing only one thing - urging him to kill Manaka boss.

He raised his head to look at the wall, and all kinds of human or animal portraits protruded from the oil paintings, joining the ranks of monsters, some of them even held musical instruments, making the soundtrack for this absurd opera.

Director Ochiai looked at a huge oil painting, which once became his spiritual pillar... "Punishment from Heaven".

"Kill him!" The blood-stained knight in the painting said in a deep voice.

"Kill him!" The demon who was nailed to the mountain wall by the knight and covered the ground with blood screamed.

All this made Curator Ochiai dizzy, he covered his head, trying to distinguish whether it was a dream or not.

clang!Because Director Ochiai let go, the heavy iron sword hit the ground.

"Why didn't you kill him?" The monsters were angry!

"Kill him!" "Kill him!" "Kill him!" "Kill him!" "Kill him!"...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

The one who escaped with him was Director Ochiai. He ran so fast that the man ran out, but the black armor remained in place.

These weird, terrifying, and angry monsters just watched the two humans flee, but they neither stopped nor chased them, and just stood there silently watching their backs disappear.

After the silence, another voice came from the darkness: "Crack! The show is over, the little devils performed well, except for Stephen...you are out of tune. Strix, you did it, you managed to drool! On top of that guy, it was great! Now everyone back to their places, back to their places!"

……

Mao Lilan, Conan, and Dr. Ali heard the screams, and when they were thinking about whether to go in and have a look, hurried footsteps came. After a while, Boss Manaka and Curator Ochiai followed Some of them escaped, all of them looked panic-stricken and terrified.

After taking out the passage of the hell exhibition hall, and seeing the lights and three living people outside, the two felt that they had come to a safe place, and they all collapsed on the ground.

"Director Ochiai?" The three of them were also a little surprised. With Martin's notice, it was completely expected that Boss Manaka would be in such a mess, but why was Director Ochiai also involved.

Especially the curator Ochiai is an old man, Mao Lilan quickly stepped forward to help him up: "Mr. curator, what's wrong with you?"

Director Ochiai tightly grasped Mao Lilan's arm: "Exhibits, exhibits come alive!" Conan saw Director Ochiai's pupils trembling, which was clearly a manifestation of a mild mental disorder after being frightened.

"Help!" Curator Ochiai's words seemed to have awakened Boss Manaka, who was just shivering and screamed: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

What the hell did that guy do?And the relationship between Boss Manaka and Curator Ochiai is very stiff, why did they appear together in the Hell Exhibition Hall... Conan felt a little puzzled, exchanged a look with Mori Ran, and walked towards the Hell Exhibition Hall.

Before turning into the passage, Conan also saw the [Rules for Touring the Hell Exhibition Hall], and then noticed the weirdness in these rules, so he stopped and looked carefully one by one.

When Conan read Martin's casually written rules, Martin was still in the Hell Exhibition Hall, chatting with the black knight armor left by Ochiai curator.

"So you are helping that curator?"

The black knight armor, to be precise, he is a fake of the black knight armor, nodded: "Of course, otherwise, with his old body, how could he move after wearing me? Let alone swing a sword."

"I felt the old man's deep killing intent, and I also became excited. I thought that I, who was born to be used as a decoration, would also have a chance to fight bloody battles, so I helped him. Who knows He was actually cowardly."

As he spoke, the black knight's armor glared at the surrounding artworks that were motionless like dead objects: "You must be too anxious! Instead, you scared the old man!"

The surrounding sculptures and oil paintings let out a series of sneering sounds—they didn’t really care whether the curator Ochiai killed Boss Manaka or not. Everything just followed the script and lines given by ‘David’, and the curator was frightened The result of running is naturally the intention of this 'David'.

Only this fake knight with a low IQ, because he was dressed by Ochiai curator and was not there during the rehearsal, foolishly thought that everything that happened just now was serious.

"Well, yes, yes, it's all because they are too anxious." Martin responded to the black knight: "It's okay, there is a first time and a second time, sooner or later you will have a chance."

"Now you can take the lead for another knight and stand in the empty seat over there. Then don't talk, there will be a lot of humans coming in later..."

(End of this chapter)