When I started rebelling in the rule ghost story

Andre held the little frog hydrogen balloon in his hand, and moved carefully in the wax museum.

The furnishings in the wax museum are not complicated.

Extremely simple.

There are only some simulated wax figures that seem to have been abandoned for a long time in the wax museum, and the wax figures are covered with thick dust.

All kinds of artificial wax figures are made extremely realistic, no matter from any angle, they are no different from real people.

While scanning the wax museum, Andre also found several dust-covered photos on the wall.

These photos are all framed, and they hang alone on the taupe wall, with the dim light shining on them, giving them an indescribable meaning.

The hanging position of the photos is not high, and Andre can touch them with his hand. Andre carefully removes one of the photos, and gently wipes off the dust on it.

The dust was wiped off, and a clear photo of people through the glass appeared in Andre's field of vision.

It was a middle-aged man in a black suit and white gloves, with a straight body and a smile on his face, holding a museum exhibit in his hand.

His eyes looked so gentle, like a warm spring breeze that could blow into people's hearts.

However, under the gentleness, Andre felt a chill that penetrated his heart.

Especially his eyes are extremely terrifying, as if he can see all the thoughts deep in the heart of a person.

"Is this the curator of the museum?"

"If I didn't see the photo, I might not be able to imagine what he looks like at all..."

The middle-aged man in the photo was wearing a badge, and the name of the curator of the museum was impressively written on the badge, so Andre confirmed his identity at a glance.

"The current curator on the third floor should have changed his body many times, and his original appearance has long since ceased to exist."

"This also makes sense, why the figure of the curator I saw on the third floor is completely different from the photo..."

After seeing the first photo hanging on the wall, Andre hung the photo back on the wall.

Immediately afterwards, Andre took down other photos hanging on the wall one by one. Looking at these photos, Andre's flat eyebrows curved quietly.

Because he found that these photos are all the same person, except for the different poses for taking pictures, their dress and body shape are almost exactly the same.

There are two very strange points here.

The first point, except for the first photo, the eyes of the curator in other photos seem to be completely different.

In the eyes of the curator in other photos, there is no gentleness in the eyes, and the gentleness is replaced by gloom and cunning.

The second point is that in the photo, although the eyes of the curator are different before and after, but when he took the photo, he was wearing the same suit, badge, and exhibit in his hand.

Anyone looking at these photos can be 100% sure that the photos are undoubtedly the curator of the museum himself.

But Andre didn't think so.

"I remember mentioning in the diary of the curator's younger brother that he looks almost exactly the same as the curator, so that he is often misidentified..."

"So, is there a possibility that the curator in those photos just now is not the same person?"

Thinking of this, Andre suddenly felt terrified.

I can't help but get chills down my spine!

"If the younger brother of the curator can really pretend to be the curator, who is the real curator?"

"Wrong...all wrong..."

"The third floor is not necessarily the curator. Maybe he is misleading me into the illusion that he is the curator. Who is he and what is he trying to hide?!"

The previous precise inference is gone at this moment.

Andre suddenly felt that his brain was unable to turn, as if there was a force in the dark, forcing him to produce some reasonable and untraceable deduction illusions.

Just as he had always firmly believed before, the third floor was the curator himself.

"If the curator is not in the office on the third floor, is the real curator in the wax museum?"

Just as Andre's thought came into being, a slight sound of eyeball rolling suddenly interrupted him.

Andre tensed all over, and he slowly raised his head to look at the place where the slight sound was made just now.

There, there is a darkness where no light has ever illuminated.

Andre frowned.

He wasn't sure what was in that darkness, but judging from the constantly flickering lights above his head, there was definitely something in the darkness that should be in the ghost story copy!

Staring at the darkness for a long time, Andre didn't hear the strange sound just now.

But as soon as Andre looked away, the stiff friction sound of body movements came again.

This time, Andre was sure that he had no illusions, and there was really something in that darkness!

[Taboo Fourteen: There are all kinds of wax figures in the wax museum. They are all simulated human beings. It is impossible for their eyes to move, let alone their limbs. 】

Andre remembered Taboo Fourteen.

At this moment, Andre's hand holding the hydrogen balloon couldn't help but tighten.

The little frog hydrogen balloon can only guarantee that it can block the strange perception for a period of time, it cannot block it all the time.

"I have been exposed to weird surveillance since I entered here, but the hydrogen balloon shielded me from weird perception just now, so it didn't find me."

"Now, the effect of the hydrogen balloon seems to have temporarily failed, and that thing seems to be staring at me..."

At this moment Andre's expression was highly tense.

Without the hydrogen balloon to shield him from his weird perception, he is equivalent to being exposed to the weirdness naked.

"Damn... are you going to burst the hydrogen balloon?"

The lights above the head flickered more and more frequently, and even the light and shadow began to shake violently, as if the lights would go out at any moment.

"It doesn't matter, I can only use the talent [Infinite Deduction] again..."

Andre knew that at this moment, he was not suitable for using talents. His mental state was too chaotic, and using talents forcibly would cause irreversible damage to his nerves.

but now.

He has no choice!

Taking a deep breath, Andre was just about to use his talent, when the creepy sounds of limbs rubbing against each other continued to come from the darkness.

At this time, Andre suddenly remembered Taboo Fifteen.

[Taboo Fifteen: When those wax figures stare at you, please make sure that your eyes are also staring at them all the time, don’t blink, otherwise terrible things will happen. 】

It was clear that something in the dark was watching him.

He can't blink, can't move his eyes, otherwise the things in the darkness will be completely resurrected!

"Damn...damn!"

Andre cursed fiercely in his heart.

His talent needs to close his eyes, and in the process of deduction, the time of the outside world will also pass. This taboo is equivalent to directly restricting his talent.

Without the shelter of the little frog hydrogen balloon, Andre felt so aggrieved for the first time...