Nightmare Attack

Chapter 765 Red Hijab

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Cheng looked at the fat man and asked.

As he was walking, the fat man stopped suddenly, then turned his head and looked in the direction they were coming from, with a strange expression on his face, and after a long while, he whispered, "You...do you feel anything?"

"No." Huai Yi said.

After being teased by him like this, everyone was a little nervous.

Jiang Cheng looked behind him carefully, but didn't find anything strange, so he urged, "Get out of here first."

Under Jiang Cheng's leadership, they quickly found the sculpture classroom.

It's at the end of the corridor on the second floor, just turn a corner, not far from the bathroom.

In front of the sculpture classroom, there are two sculptures.

The sculpture on the left is a woman with her head raised slightly, her right arm raised high, and a bird is dragging on it.

Jiang Cheng guessed that the meaning of this sculpture should be something like peace, and the bird that was dragging was actually a peace dove.

The sculpture on the right is a man with full muscles, giving people a strong sense of power.

He lowered his head slightly, staring at his hands, holding a hammer tightly in both hands. One end of the hammer is blunt and the other end is sharp, which looks quite textured.

Wang Qi checked the two sculptures with his hands, but it seemed that he didn't find anything strange.

"Look here." Shen Mengyun suddenly pointed to the door and said.

Different from the decoration in the art hall, the door of the sculpture classroom gives people a very old feeling.

It's the kind of dark wooden door, double-opening, and when you touch it, there are many potholes on it, as if there are relatively hard things coming in and out of the door frequently, left by bumps.

The position of the door handle, there are traces left by scratches.

Pushing open the door, an indescribable smell rushed towards me, like something moldy after being left for a long time.

Fatty didn't know anything about sculpture. He originally thought that the sculpture classroom would be very advanced, but he found that it was not much cleaner than the construction site where he worked.

There is no floor on the ground, just the simplest concrete floor, dark, with a few small, square tables, and half-finished sculptures are placed on the tables.

Buckets, watering cans, and large pieces of plastic paper can be seen everywhere on the ground, as well as some materials that are stacked together and used for sculpture.

On the other side, there are many finished sculptures leaning against the wall.

Because of the light, the shadows are indistinct, and some finished products are wrapped with transparent plastic paper. At first glance, they are a bit weird.

It looked like corpses that had been wrapped up after being killed.

Jiang Cheng walked to the place near the door. There were several baskets there, the kind made of bamboo. Depending on the degree of wear and tear, they must be at least 7 or 8 years old.

An old object of the eight classics.

Jiang Cheng reached out and took out a sickle-shaped tool from the basket.

Not as sharp as a scythe, and the front end was unsharp, but much thicker.

After waving it a few times in the air, Jiang Cheng didn't seem to understand the essence of this tool, so he thought for a while, then turned around and called the fat man.

The fat man stood where he was, watching the doctor hold the sickle seriously, and kept circling around him.

He also stopped from time to time and gestured to the back of his head a few times.

About a minute later, Jiang Cheng finally showed a satisfied smile.

Everyone looked at Jiangcheng, and they also went up one after another to pick out the weapons at hand.

Huai Yi chose a metal nail, about 10 centimeters long, with a sharp tip.

Wang Qi took an iron hook with a curved front end, which was a bit like the one they used to hook corpses in the medical building before.

Shen Mengyun had a leg injury, so he only took a blunt knife for self-defense.

Then everyone looked at Fatty, half of Fatty's body was almost stuck in the basket, and after a long time, he snorted and fished out something from the bottom of the basket.

While seeing this thing clearly, everyone couldn't help being a little surprised. It was a very cruel hammer.

The handle of the hammer was wrapped round and round with hemp rope, and there seemed to be blood stains on it.

"Brother Fugui" Huai Yi swallowed, and suggested: "If you want to take this, will it be too bulky?"

The fat man shook his hands casually, "I think it's okay, mainly because I feel at ease."

After a while, he stopped, looked at the hammer in his hand, his eyes became a little strange, as if searching in memory, and whispered: "And I don't know why, I feel very kind when I see this hammer."

If someone else said this sentence, Huai Yi would definitely think that this person has a brain problem, but Brother Fugui is a full-fledged member of Crimson, so he can understand not only the kindness of hammers, but also the kindness of ghosts.

"Perhaps. It's not the hammer that is kind, but the person who uses the hammer." Following the reputation, the person who said this sentence was Wang Qi.

"boom!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of something falling on the ground and breaking apart from outside.

Some distance away from them, it sounds, on the other side of the corridor.

Soon, everyone realized that the sound was so similar to the sound of a sculpture falling to the ground and breaking into pieces.

"It's almost the location of the sculpture hall." Shen Mengyun said after thinking for a while.

"Let's go and have a look." Wang Qi was the first to respond.

Jiang Cheng was the last one to go out. He dawdled behind the door for a while, and saw two clothes hanging behind the door. They were off-white, very similar to the color of the sculpture, like work clothes.

It was filthy, and the whole thing was stained grayish white from what was rubbed against it.

Jiang Cheng conveniently took one and folded it, just to wrap the sickle.

Before reaching the sculpture hall, I heard a rustling sound coming from that direction, but when I actually walked outside the door, the sound inside disappeared again.

"Boom."

"Dong dong."

According to what Yuan Xiaoyi said, Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand, knocked on the door twice, and then pushed the door a little harder.

"crunch-"

The door shaft seemed to be rusted to death, and the sound of friction was especially harsh in the silent night, and it also set an uneasy tone for this mission.

The door is ajar.

Not locked.

Looking around, the space of the sculpture hall is much larger.

The inside is relatively empty, and they learned from the instruction map before that the entire sculpture hall is a fan shape.

Divided into 4 areas, different types of sculptures are exhibited respectively.

After entering the sculpture hall, everyone felt a strange feeling in their hearts at the same time.

Just like the library and the abandoned playground, here is also shrouded in a burst of darkness, as if a filter has been added.

Although there is no lighting, but if you look carefully, you can see it more or less clearly.

But a little further away, only a blurry outline remains.

The darkness around them was like a tide, trying to swallow them up.

Dare not to separate, they gathered together and walked slowly inside while observing the nearby sculptures.

Not sure if it was due to the light or psychological effects, the fat man stared at the static sculptures hidden in the shadows one by one, doubting that they could come alive at any time, and then he flung himself at him with his teeth open.

In the process of moving his eyes, he suddenly glanced at a place, and after a while, his pupils shrank into a slit.

"There!" He suddenly said, his eyes fixed on a corner in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, the corner was empty and there was nothing.

"What did you see?" Jiang Cheng asked in a low voice.

"There was a man over there just now, squatting in a corner, with his back facing outside, wearing a red dress, and paying back." The fat man lost his tongue when he tensed up.

Jiang Cheng frowned, "What else?"

"There is also a piece of red cloth covering the head, and the four corners of the red cloth hang down, like a bride getting married."

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(End of this chapter)