I Brush Attributes from Ghosts

Who, who exactly uncovered all the red cloth...

He was certain and certain that the doors and windows on the first floor were all closed, there could be no wind, and he had inspected the first floor as well as the second floor, so there could be no thieves.

There are no thieves, no wind, then... whoever lifted the red cloth covering the wax figure.

"Who, get me out!"

Under the pressure of fear, Ah Fu yelled loudly, and frantically picked up the flashlight to shine on all the wax figures on the first floor, trying to find someone.

The light quickly swept across the wax figure.

In the dark and uninhabited wax museum, the glare of the flashlight sweeps over the wax figures that look like real people. There is a feeling of sweeping through real people, and there is also a sense of horror that the wax figures will come alive in the next second after sweeping.

and many more!

Suddenly, Ah Fu's sweeping flashlight stopped, and he showed a terrified expression.

At this moment, the light shines on the place farthest from him, at the end of the first floor opposite to him.

He clearly remembered that the wax figures were arranged in two rows, opposite each other, and symmetrical.

but!

He discovered that there was an extra wax figure at the end of the first floor.

Due to the distance and the lighting problem, he couldn't see clearly. He could only see that there was a wax figure standing there, and there was no wax figure on the opposite side.

There is one more wax figure...

With this thought in mind, Ah Fu's scalp was numb, and he wanted to escape, but found that he couldn't move his body because of extreme fear.

At this moment, Ah Fu's face suddenly turned pale.

Under the light, he obviously noticed that the figure juxtaposed with the wax figure at the end moved, took a step forward, and his body was exposed.

Slowly moving the light up, Ah Fu could clearly see the appearance of the moving figure.

"what!!"

Ah Fu screamed, his face was pale, and his eyes revealed infinite fear.

With the help of moonlight and lights, he finally saw the figure clearly.

The extra wax figure was exactly the same as the portrait of a middle-aged rich man covered with red cloth on the second floor.

At this time, the middle-aged rich man was smiling at Ah Fu.

"what!!"

……

Pengcheng, old Chen's family.

Wang Ping, Lao Chen and Lao Ling drank some wine.

"The day before yesterday, the security guards of my friend's Wax Museum screamed in the middle of the night, which alarmed the nearby residents. They called Huo Donglai to open the door of the Wax Museum. They found Ah Fu's body, right next to the door of the Wax Museum."

"The door to the inner side of the wax museum door was scratched. From the blood on Ah Fu's hand, Ah Fu scratched it himself. His face was full of panic. The police speculated that someone might have robbed the house and tortured Ah Fu. .”

"However, my friend Huo Donglai thinks there may be a ghost, because the surveillance video recorded a very weird scene."

Old Chen took a sip of his wine and said to Wang Ping.

Just now, Lao Chen introduced the Wax Museum to Wang Ping. A security guard died in the Wax Museum the day before yesterday. The police concluded that it was a robbery, but the owner of the Wax Museum firmly believed that it was a ghost.

Wang Ping took a sip of beer and looked at Lao Chen.

"What was recorded?"

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Hearing Wang Ping's words, Lao Chen ate peanut beans and drank beer.

"After Ah Fu's death, the police and my friend Huo Donglai called up the monitoring that night. It was normal at first, but when Ah Fu went up to the second floor, a very weird and unexplainable scene happened."

"When Ah Fu went up to the second floor, the surveillance camera captured the wax figure on the first floor, and all the red cloths covering it fell off at the same time, which was very strange."

"Then Ah Fu went downstairs, and then fell to the ground for no reason, looking in horror at the angle of view that the camera couldn't capture, and finally the picture disappeared, as if it was deliberately cut off."

As he spoke, Old Chen said in a deep voice.

"My friend Huo Donglai is considered a small feudalist. He has reservations about some folk customs. Covering the red cloth is his custom. He thinks it cannot be caused by the wind."

Hearing this, Wang Ping squeezed his chin with one hand and said.

"It's kind of interesting. By the way, which of the local tyrants of the Republic of China belonged to these wax figures?"

Lao Chen shook his head, expressing that he didn't know, he had to ask Huo Donglai.

At this moment, the old spirit who just came to visit and sat down to drink, seemed to think of something, and said suddenly.

"Those wax figures should belong to Lin Zhongming, a local tycoon in Pengcheng during the Republic of China. I heard it from my father's generation when I was young."

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Pengcheng, Huo Donglai Wax Museum.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Ping was sitting on a seat in the wax museum, watching the news on his mobile phone.

After checking the news, Wang Ping found that recently there were frequent murders in China, not only in China, but also in foreign countries, and it was even more serious. More than ten people died at one time.

For example, in a middle school in the island country, the whole class of students committed suicide one after another. According to the investigation results of the police, the students in the class were collectively bewitched to commit suicide.

There are also cases in the United States. For example, a group of dead college students went to a cemetery to have a party. It was suspected that they destroyed a certain tomb, which caused the family members of the tomb to retaliate against the students.

There are incredible and suspenseful cases in all countries, and China also has them.

"Could it be because of the increase of Yin Qi?" Wang Ping guessed to himself.

I checked the news on my mobile phone, and before I knew it, it was 11:20 in the evening.

Wang Ping looked up at the rows of wax figures that should be covered with red cloth not far away.

Da da……

It sounded like slight footsteps came from the second floor, and Wang Ping looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor.

Without hesitation, he got up and went to the second floor.

The second floor is quiet, except for one open window, which sounds like footsteps due to the night wind.

On the ground next to the window, a red cloth fell.

It was a red cloth covering a picture of a middle-aged rich man by the window, and now it fell to the ground.

Wang Ping picked up the red cloth and covered the portrait of the middle-aged rich man, humming a song.

"Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat, brother... what's wrong with brother? Oh, brother, I'm licking your nipples, hey, hey, hey yo hey."

While singing, Wang Ping held the red cloth of the portrait in both hands, twisted his buttocks, and performed a duet dance in front of the portrait of the middle-aged rich man.

"Sister, sit on the bedside, brother is swimming in the cave, ummm, the bedside is dangling."

Ding!The portrait ghost looks confused, attribute +1

Wang Ping covered the red cloth while singing.

Patting the unnecessary dust on his hands, Wang Ping went straight to the stairs.

At this moment, Wang Ping couldn't see the red cloth covering the middle-aged rich man's painting behind him, as if an invisible hand was lifting the red cloth.

The moment the red cloth fell and landed on the ground, anyone here would be horrified to find that the middle-aged rich man's portrait hanging on the wall, the characters in the painting were moving.

The portrait is like a lake as calm as a mirror, and a drop of water falls into the mirror, causing ripples.

A skinny hand as pale as a tree branch stretched out, half of the body slowly emerged from the painting, and then a face emerged.

His face was bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and his pale face was like a cold corpse.

Taking a closer look, this grimace looks exactly like the middle-aged rich man in the portrait.

Just when the ghost appeared half of his body from the portrait and stuck his head out...

The ghost stopped, his face froze slightly.

It stared blankly ahead.

In front of it, Wang Ping was standing in front of him at some point.

Ding!The portrait ghost is sluggish, didn't the host just go downstairs, why is it still there, attribute +1

On one side is a portrait ghost showing half of its body from the painting, and on the other side is Wang Ping who is standing quietly looking at the portrait ghost.

The two looked at each other and looked at each other quietly.

At this moment, Wang Ping said suddenly.

"It's okay, you can continue, just treat me as air, and I will watch quietly."

Portrait Ghost: "..."

At this moment, the air fell into silence for a while.

Ding!Portrait of a ghost feels very embarrassing, should I come out now or not?attribute +1

In the end, the portrait ghost crawled out silently, because Wang Ping couldn't be killed if he didn't climb out, so he retreated?Are you kidding me?Ghosts don't want to lose face?

In the process of climbing out, the portrait ghost was stunned again.

Because on the way to climb out and land, Wang Ping stretched out his hand to hold the hand of the portrait ghost.

"Be careful, the ground is slippery."

Ding!The portrait ghost is extremely embarrassing, can you please stop being so considerate, I am embarrassing, okay, attribute +1

It can be seen that the pale face of the portrait ghost has a tinge of red, and he is blushing...

He now has a feeling that he is regarded as a disabled person and needs the help of community volunteers to move around easily, and this community volunteer is Wang Ping.

At this time, Wang Ping was still supporting the portrait ghost, with a caring look on his face.

Seeing this, the portrait ghost was sluggish.