Urban Oddities: Soul Contract

Chapter 11 Wonderful Museum

That man is General Chu's brother?

Huo Minghai felt that the ups and downs in life were too exciting, and before his mind turned the corner, that brother moved.

In a very small way, he waved his hand.

Something broke through the air on the stairs, the strong wind howled, and the black whip shadow swept down the ground, and the lifted wooden box fell steadily into General Chu's arms. The next second, the program crew walked out of the corner and saw Huo Minghai, who was petrified, and General Chu, who was holding the box in a daze.

"Oh, the deputy director is so young." Director Jin walked out of the exhibition hall surrounded by a group of people.

The deputy curator walked downstairs quickly and shook hands with curator Jin cordially.

The two teams successfully met. Director Yun invited everyone to dinner. After drinking and eating, the program team returned by car.

"It's a pity that the deputy curator didn't come." The host propped his chin and stared at the night scene outside the window. The street lamps flashed regularly, making her face light up and then dark.

"Tch, it's just that I didn't go to eat, you don't have a crush on him, do you?" The DV camera pointed at the host.

"I don't see you for a moment, it's like three autumns!" Er Mao sighed, "Brother, bring the DV over here and let me watch her again."

"Look at that!"

"cut!"

Midnight gossip was being played on the radio, and the listeners were telling about some strange things they had encountered. They went to see the house with their friends, but when they came back, they found that their friend’s temperament had changed drastically. He was muttering something he didn’t understand, like someone from somewhere In dialect, the audience suspected that something bad had been stained in the house and was possessed by a ghost!Just talking is not enough, but everyone needs to listen to that friend's voice. As he spoke, he passed the microphone aside, and everyone in the car heard the eerie laughter coming from the radio...

"Damn, it's too nonsense!" The team leader switched to the music station with a look of disgust, "What's not good to listen to? It's all nonsense, what's so good about it?!"

Audience: "..." Group leader, this is the channel you adjusted yourself, okay?

Back at the TV station, it was already late at night, maybe it was a problem with the light, Da Mao always felt that the host's expression was not right.

"Your complexion is not very good, are you uncomfortable?" The question in his heart was asked by the team leader.

The host raised his head and looked at the elevator wall in the mirror. His face was blue, and there were still faint dark circles under his eyes.

"Probably too tired."

"Oh...then go back and rest quickly."

"Well, I'll go back after finishing the manuscript." The host lowered his head, his long hair covering his face. For a moment, Da Mao had the illusion that if she raised her head again, she would turn into another strange face ...

After importing the file into the computer, Da Mao and Er Mao supervised the editing of the video, and the shot is being played on the screen. What to do in the later stage is to add subtitles and special effects to the screen, and cut out the desired effect.

"Ermao, do you still remember what question you asked Xiaoqing during lunch?"

"Remember." Er Mao took out his notebook and showed it to Da Mao, "It's all written in it!"

"Hehe, did you trouble Xiaoqing?"

"Yes, Xiaoqing couldn't remember some terms, so she showed us a booklet later." Ermao mysteriously took out a booklet from his backpack, turned to the first page, and showed his brother Xiaoqing's handwriting happily sign.

"Hey, look, who is this?" A Biao, who was in charge of editing, pointed to the screen.

Da Mao and Er Mao came over. In the picture, after shooting the ancient painting, a group of people are walking towards the gate under the leadership of the deputy curator.

Ermao pointed to the corner and explained: "This is me. I was taking pots at the time."

"No, it's this one."

"She's the host."

"Who is behind her?"

The screen zoomed in, and a long-haired woman with her head bowed was blocked by the host, only half of her head was exposed.

The video continued to play, and the woman followed the host to the other side of the screen.

"Why does it look like it's stuck behind her?" A Biao muttered to himself.

The video played, and a group of people left the exhibition hall and came to the corridor.

Moderator: "It would be great if the picture could be put together."

Deputy curator: "Yes, it's a pity that part of it is missing."

"The princess is alone in another city, so lonely."

Having said that, the host looked back at the exhibition hall, and then continued to ask the deputy curator other questions.

At this moment, Da Mao paused.

"What did you find?!"

"The woman is gone!"

"Hmm... maybe stayed in the exhibition hall and didn't come out?" The woman who appeared out of nowhere disappeared again out of nowhere, and Er Mao couldn't help shivering when he thought of the supernatural things happening beside him.

"No... not..."

Da Mao slowed down the speed and played it again.

"The princess is alone in another city, so lonely."

Having said that, the host looked back at the exhibition hall...

However, for a moment in the camera, the host was a strange face!

The host felt very tired, half of the documents were sorted out, her eyelids were twitching, she picked up the cup and went to the tea room to get a cup of coffee, the water was too hot, she lay on the table thinking about squinting for a while, and then drank it when the water cooled down.

In the strong aroma of coffee, there was a burst of fragrance of Yunpian Cake.

Who is having supper?

The host was also hungry, but she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to raise her eyelids.

"Ugh……"

A sigh came from next to her ear, and the air flow hit the host's face. The creepy feeling made her goose bumps all over her body. It seemed that someone was lying beside her, looking at her from the side.

Something gently grabbed her hand, and the cold and slender fingers made her feel that the other person was a woman.

Which female colleague did not leave?Xiaoling?Or Beckham?

No... No... Shouldn't they be off work?

Who is that sitting next to you?

She opened her eyes.

A strange face was looking at her.

The host was found fainted in the office, and the results of the examination concluded that it was physical discomfort caused by overwork.

"Take a good rest for a few days and pay attention to your diet."

But is that really the case?

"What—? A ghost?!" The team leader's voice raised an octave. They were walking towards the science column group. The host has hit a ghost, so it's too scientific!

"Team leader, shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Looking from the observation window, the host lowered his eyebrows and was curling his hair with his fingers.

"I still have a little fever." The nurse looked at the thermometer and touched the patient's forehead. "Drink more water."

The host responded softly, pointing at the orchid and drinking from the cup. After the nurse left, the host sat in a daze. For as long as she was in a daze, the two men outside the door had been watching for a long time. Finally, the host moved .

She got out of bed, kicked the slippers to open the door, and walked towards the stairs without looking back. Da Mao and the team leader hiding in the corner followed immediately. The host held the handle and walked down step by step. Some people thought that her leg was injured, but Da Mao knew something was wrong when he saw it. Usually, the host still walks like flying in high heels, how can it look like a robot now?The two tracked all the way and stopped the host in time when she stepped out of the hospital gate.

"Uh...you're still running a fever, it's windy outside, be careful of catching a cold."

"That's right, it's so late, go back and rest quickly."

The host tilted his head to look at them, then suddenly grinned, put his hands on his waist, got short, and blessed them in a respectful manner.

"The upper body of a ghost?!" Brother A Biao's cigarette fell from his mouth directly to the ground.

Da Mao was trembling, imitating the host, with his hands pinned to his waist, short and short, and blessed Brother A Biao.

Brother A Biao has a lot of experience, he understood this pose, and slapped his thigh: "It's over, it's over, you have met an ancient female ghost!" Click on the video, drag to the section of the ancient painting, and point to the woman behind the hostess Said, "Look! It must be her!"

The woman appeared after taking pictures of the ancient painting. Could it be that the problem lies in that painting?

The picture is enlarged, and the five maids are lifelike, the one holding the fan, the one holding the musical instrument, and the one serving the pastries...

Da Mao and Brother A Biao were studying, when Er Mao yelled and called out the DV for them to watch.

The maids are lifelike, those with fans, those with musical instruments...

But, in the picture, there was something very wrong. Da Mao looked at it, widened his eyes, and looked at Brother A Biao. Brother A Biao obviously noticed it too, and nodded to him seriously.

In the DV picture, there are only four maids.

There is one less.

The maid serving the pastries followed the host out after filming!

"Fuck, it turned out to be true! The characters in ancient paintings will really disappear?!" The team leader saw the comparison picture, the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground, and turned to ask Brother A Biao, "Do you know someone who understands this industry? people?"

Brother A Biao spread his hands, but Ermao interjected: "Why don't you ask the person who talks nonsense in the afternoon?"

Midnight Ghost Talk specializes in supernatural broadcasts, and even received a call from a ghost!The hotline is so hot, there must be some way to solve these things, right?

——"The ghost is on the body? It's easy to solve, just let her fall and throw the ghost out!"

The host walked by in high-heeled shoes, and the team leader quickly threw out a piece of banana peel and slid——

The host had blood on his forehead, touched his head, got up, and continued to walk away as if nothing had happened.

—— "Ghost upper body? It's easy to solve, red beans drive away ghosts, throw her a handful of red beans!"

Wow, the red beans scattered by the goddess drenched the host all over. With her head full of red beans, she tilted her head to look at the petrified Da Mao, and gave him a blessing in good order.

——"The upper body of the ghost? It's easy to solve, take a pomelo leaf and stick it between the eyebrows with water!"

The host looked at the man in front of him curiously, closed his eyes, and stuck the wet pomelo leaf between the host's eyebrows!

The host took off the pomelo leaves, smelled them, and threw them into the trash can with a look of disgust.

——"Ghost upper body? It's easy to solve..."

The team leader stuffed the grapefruit peel into the opponent's mouth: "Don't talk nonsense, believe it or not, I'm on your body!"

The other party chewed on the grapefruit peel, and said vaguely: "Don't be so fierce, why don't I introduce someone to you, and if it works, you can fuck me again."

According to the address, the team leader and Da Mao came to the busiest city center of S City, standing in front of the gate of Mynight Bar, suddenly had the illusion of being played by someone.

Before the bar opened, a young man received them and sat in a luxurious private room. The team leader handed over his business card and told him that he was introduced by a friend and that he had something to ask the boss.

"I am." Boss Ou handed over the business card, and the team leader looked at it, okay, you are the boss at a young age?The small business card is inlaid with gold and silver, and it looks really interesting!

Boss Ou sipped his wine gracefully, and after listening to the team leader's narration, he frowned: "Ancient painting?"

"Here." Da Mao handed over the phone, pointing to the two photos inside and began to describe it incessantly. Boss Ou nodded, confirming their guess.

"The female ghost possessed is indeed the person in the ancient painting."

"Master... then what should I do? I have tried every method, but the female ghost refuses to leave!"

"The method is very simple." Boss Ou said with a smile, "Just burn that painting."

The team leader looked at the sky speechlessly. It was an antique, and it was still a question of whether it could be taken out. Besides, national property, if it was bumped, it would be enough to shoot for several lifetimes.

"But." Boss Ou changed the subject and said mysteriously, "There is another way."

The team leader and Da Mao approached seriously.

"This woman is not an evil spirit who harms people. She is borrowing someone else's body. I'm afraid she has an unfulfilled wish. If she fulfills it, she will naturally leave."

"Master, can you take her in?" Da Mao's scalp was numb, after all, it was a ghost, and the same group couldn't see it when they looked up and looked down, so it would be weird if they weren't afraid.

Boss Ou shook his head: "Ancient paintings have spirituality, they are not ordinary things. The female ghost is a part of the painting, so it's better to keep it intact."

The team leader and Da Mao have a peek at each other, so they can only think about their unfulfilled wishes. The host is rich and beautiful, and has a considerate boyfriend. Although the boyfriend is on a business trip, he will always send her a lot of small gifts. In terms of material , there is no shortage, the female ghost can buy whatever she wants, but it seems that the female ghost girl doesn't look like a materialist?

"Ask her directly." Boss Ou urged her on.

I called, but my colleague picked it up.

"Xiao Miao (the host) is out." The other end of the phone said, "Where are you going? Oh, I don't know... By the way, there is a booking website on her screen... Eh, wait, let me see ha."

After a few minutes, the team leader put down the phone blankly.

"Xiao Miao has booked a ticket to G City."

"G City?" The big hairy brain hurts, "Damn it, her wish is to travel around the world?"

The two of them covered their heads and said nothing. Boss Ou said curiously, "Isn't the princess in the ancient painting in the G City Museum?"

A flash of lightning struck, and the team leader and Da Mao jumped up immediately!

yes!The female ghost is the maid in the ancient painting, who is she serving?Of course it's a princess!

City S and City G are both southern cities with convenient transportation. The high-speed train will take you there in half an hour. In the museum, the program team rushed to the scene carrying various equipment, and the host really stood in front of an ancient painting in a daze.

Incredible!If that ghost gets too excited and can't help smashing the painting, it's over!The team leader yelled loudly and jumped forward. Before the host could recover, the team leader threw him to the ground...

In the office, Director Jin looked at the crowd of people, as well as the beautiful girl kneeling on the ground wiping her tears, and his brain throbbed with pain.

"I beg your lord to help you." The host kowtowed and kowtowed.

"She...she she she?"

"Yeah." The program team nodded in unison.

Curator Jin walked around the table, bent down and looked at the host, and looked at him again, ghost upper body?It's the first time I've seen him!God knows if she was faking it, Curator Jin whispered a few words to the secretary, the secretary walked out, and after a while, an old man with white hair and beard came to his aid.

"Dad, can you help me take a look?"

Papa Jin is a senior in the archaeological field. He has a lot of research on cultural relics. He is old, but his thinking is very clear. He even asked several questions about ancient paintings, and the host answered them all fluently. He also said a lot that only the archaeological field knows. Details, at the end, Papa Jin sighed and nodded to Curator Jin.

Boss Ou specially reminded that the matter should be resolved as soon as possible. After all, people and ghosts have different paths, and the time is delayed. The possessed person will become weaker and weaker, and eventually die of exhaustion.

The team leader is also anxious, the host is the trump card of the show, a flower in the stage, no matter what, it has to be sent back intact.

"Curator, please think about it, after all, it's a good thing that the painting can be completed." The team leader persuaded.

"My lord, please help me." The host lowered his head.

Papa Jin stroked his beard, nodded and said, "My son, this is a rare thing, so you should think about it."

Director Jin is standing by the window smoking, his hair is blown by the breeze. The things in the museum are owned by the state, so it is normal to move from one museum to another, isn’t it?Besides, the cameras are all shooting, so many people are watching, how can we not lose face of the G City Museum!

Curator Jin was heartbroken, and with a wave of his hand, he signed and stamped a set of procedures, and the ancient paintings were safely sent to City S.

Later, curator Jin thought about it carefully, no, each ancient painting has one copy, why did it have to be sent to S City?Let S City send it over!

The more he thought about it, the more he regretted it. He gave up a treasure for nothing. Curator Jin was so regretful that his intestines broke, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, and wept again in the office.

The host later fainted, and after waking up, he had no memory of the ghost's upper body experience at all, but found a small hillock on his forehead.

"It hurts so much, when did you knock it?" The host picked up the mirror and looked at it.

"That ghost may not be used to wearing high heels, and it just fell." The team leader will not tell her what's going on.

Chu Gan will feel that life's ups and downs are too exciting.

After returning from the museum, he drank a few catties of soybean milk, fell drunk in the bathtub, and when he lifted it out, the sword body became dull and dull, and he lay on the bed, not knowing whether it was sweat or tears. A large piece of the pillow was wet, and the human-shaped The go-getter has been glued to the sofa, with tears in the corners of his eyes, drunk into mud.

When Huo Minghai got off work, the first thing he said was: "Hey, you have a package."

The sad Chu Ganjiang buried his face and pretended not to hear.

At that time, Chu Gan followed the deputy curator to the office. Although the deputy curator was expressionless, he was obviously angry, and the hand that pushed the door was shaking.

Chu Ganjiang didn't understand what brother meant, so he followed him in and called out cautiously, "Brother?"

Before he finished speaking, his back hurt, and Chu Gan was thrown against the wall by his brother.

"Put the box down and get out."

Huo Minghai was stunned for a few seconds, and finally came to his senses. After putting down the box, he escaped as if he had been amnesty, hid by the window, and pulled the edge of the window to look in.

"elder brother?"

A black light flashed in front of his eyes, and a blue and black sword was stuck on his neck. Chu Gan knew that his brother was really angry, and he was terrified. With a flick of the deputy curator's hand, the blade of the sword suddenly soared, like a long whip, and it was drawn towards General Chu with a strong force. Brother Mo Xie is a whip sword, and the attack can be close or far away, but general Chu is a character easy to bully ?Facing his elder brother's fierce attack, General Chu raised his sword calmly and swept it away. Amidst the dull sound of piercing through the air, there were endless clangs and clangs. Huo Minghai was dazzled by the sight. The sword was wrapped around General Chu's sword, with equal strength, no one could twist the other, and everyone couldn't move for a while.

"Boy, do you still have the face to block my sword?"

"Should I call you standing up?"

"Do you know how big your troubles are, and the whole country is looking for you!"

"Brother, I didn't escape, I just sent it to you."

"send?"

"Yeah, but the man on duty said he didn't have your name!" Chu Gan explained again, and told his brother to look at the receipt on the wooden box if he didn't believe it.

The deputy curator was dubious, flicked the whip and sword, wrapped the wooden box around, only took a look, and suddenly felt a mouthful of blood in his throat.

"Mo... evil...?"

General Chu Gan hummed.

The deputy curator lit up the cigarette tremblingly, put it in his mouth and took a few puffs, finally calmed down, and asked him, "What's your last name?"

"Chu."

"What about your brother?"

"ink."

Your brother surnamed Mo: "..."

Chu Ganjiang was stared at fiercely by his brother, and then he came back to his senses and slapped his head, yes, his surname is Chu, and his brother's surname is of course Chu!

Brother Chu took out his work ID card and slapped his brother's forehead with his palm. Chu Ganjiang took it down and took a look. The three big characters Chu Moxie were clearly printed in black on a white background.

Chu Ganjiang said in a relaxed tone, "Hehe, I missed a word."

Chu Moxie: "..."

General Chu: "...and I made a typo."

Chu Mo laughed back angrily, held his younger brother by the collar and pressed him against the wall: "My writing is correct, but your brother's is wrong?"

Chu Gan will be worthy of his back. In the display cabinet, he can see his nameplate every day. It would be strange if he could write it wrong!

"get out."

"Brother... don't be angry..."

The hand that grabbed his brother was ruthlessly thrown away, and Chu Gan stood there in a daze.

"You signed the contract."

"Brother, as long as you print your fingerprint on the list, it will be fine!"

Chu Moxie stuffed the wooden box into his younger brother's arms, and said coldly: "Don't sign!" Opening the door, "Go, don't give it away!"

General Chu was stunned. Seeing his brother's resolute attitude, General Chu lost his temper. He held back his tears and walked out of the office silently holding the box.

Huo Minghai didn't expect such a development, he lay down by the window stupidly and forgot to hide, when Chu Moxie who turned his head saw him, his eyes met, Huo Minghai shuddered.

"My brother will trouble you." Chu Moxie said.

Huo Minghai recalled the way Chu Moxie looked at his younger brother, it was clearly full of joy and reluctance.

"Actually, I think there is a reason for your brother to do this." Huo Minghai took out soy milk from the bag and told him to get up and drink.

Chu Ganjiang sniffed sadly: "He doesn't want me anymore, what's the reason?"

"He just won't let you live there!" Du Jiajun drank the soy milk, "Don't forget that you are a national treasure that the whole country is looking for. Your brother, as the deputy curator, dares to take you in!"

Chu Gan rubbed his eyes, sat up, and it seemed reasonable to be mentioned by him.

Huo Minghai handed over a package: "Your."

"Who sent it?" When he saw the sender, Chu Moxie, Chu Ganjiang was stunned, and quickly opened the package. Inside was a bag of Yunpian cakes and a small box. When he opened the box, there was a new model lying inside. touch screen phone.

The only contact person was Chu Moxie. At night, Chu Ganjiang lay on the sofa and secretly studied the instruction manual. He pressed keys randomly and accidentally dialed his brother's number.

It seemed like he had been waiting for a long time. When the phone came, he picked it up quickly, and Chu Moxie's magnetic voice came.

"Is the cloud cake delicious?"

"elder brother……"

In the bedroom, Huo Minghai leaned against the wall, eavesdropping on the whispers in the hall.

Du Jiajun poked him: "Go to sleep."

"Hmm." Huo Minghai lay down, the two of them back to back, the upper bunk was occupied by a sword, the sofa was occupied by the figure of the sword, and Huo Minghai, who had no bed to sleep in, was finally taken in by Du Jiajun.

The phone suddenly lit up, and Huo Minghai turned it on.

Du Jiajun: Yunpian Cake is good, right?

Huo Minghai: Well, it's very fragrant.

Du Jiajun: That's a good thing, it's not available in the market.

Huo Minghai: Oh? ⊙_⊙

Du Jiajun: Humph, do you want to know why?

Huo Minghai: ⊙﹏⊙b forget it...

In the dead of night, the remote museum has lights on, butterflies are dancing, people are coming and going in the exhibition hall, and a man in jade clothes is sitting quietly on the window sill, holding a wine cup that is always full of wine, basking in enjoyment Moonlight (mystery).

Chu Moxie was holding the mobile phone, chatting with his younger brother, and walking carelessly. In the corridor, five maids surrounded a luxurious woman and passed by. The maid who was carrying the cloud cake winked secretly. Thumbs up.

The picture of the princess on tour is finally complete. There is a long strip lying across the display cabinet. The TV station has interviewed it several times and even made a special report. Director Jin tried every means to trick the ancient painting back. A spiritual painting can be said to be a masterpiece. Baby, how can you make someone cheaper for nothing?The curator Yun came to cover up the water and the soil, and he never let go. The "Towards Science" program became popular because of the supernatural experience of the host. When tourists come to S City, they must go to the museum to take a look. The legendary ghostly ancient painting that walked out of the little maid, besides, the ancient painting that can produce cloud cakes indefinitely, is also a treasure, how can it be cheap for others?

"Wow, isn't this Yunpian Cake?" The group leader picked up a piece of white pastry, which was fragrant, sweet but not greasy, and had a faint scent of osmanthus.

"It's delicious, who sent it?" Da Mao leaned over to look at the delivery slip.

"Huh, Wan'er? I don't know you." The host wondered, she didn't know the sender, but the recipient clearly had her name written on it, and the address office was not bad at all, as if Wan'er had been here in person.

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