Fear Collection

The middle-aged man Chen Zhengde was shaking like a sieve, but his eyes were dull, like a rabbit stepping on a minefield, except for panic, there was nothing but panic, and there was no sense of agility of a normal living person on his expression.

The scene fell into deathly silence for a while, but Bai Ange bent down to pick up the phone and handed it to Liao Yushu.

"Wang Guangshu won't be coming anymore, time is running out, so talk while walking."

Will not come, these four words weigh on the minds of the workers, but they still have to move forward to go to work.

Liao Yushu put away his mobile phone, walked to Bai Ange intentionally or unintentionally, away from Chen Zhengde who was left behind, put on his signature smile that had been honed over time, and asked softly, "Where did Mr. Bai know this news?"

Bai Ange glanced at him, and said indifferently: "Stop your laugh, it's disgusting."

The smile on Liao Yushu's face froze, and before he had time to restrain the smile on his face, he heard Bai Ange continue: "Didn't you already guess it? The only one among us who doesn't act in groups with us and gets off work late , he is the only person who may know the news of Wang Guangshu's death, and because he was on the same floor as me, he told me the news of his death."

"Muta." Bai Ange had a sarcasm on his face, "It's really disgusting that you still ask questions knowingly when you guessed it, and you use such fake smiles and voices to try to get closer."

"Liao Yushu, has no one told you that your smile is too fake? There is no sign of showing any emotion, and the hypocrisy is disgusting."

Liao Yushu's face was completely gloomy at this time, and his expression was terribly distorted for a moment, but he was very powerful and quickly returned to normal, saying: "Since Mr. Bai doesn't like it, then I don't laugh so much. So, what did Muta tell you?" What happened to Mr. Bai? How did Wang Guangshu die? Mr. Bai will not hide such important news from everyone just because he hates me. After all, we still have to work for a day today, so there is no guarantee that someone will make a mistake and repeat the mistakes of Wang Guangshu .”

Bai Ange paused, took a deep look at Liao Yushu, and then explained how Wang Guangshu died last night and the possible cause of death, then quickened his pace and strode forward.

Liao Yushu was almost unable to maintain his expression after being stared at by Bai Ange. Bai Ange's look seemed to say, I know you are secretly sowing discord and that you are a hypocrite, but I am too lazy to argue with you.

Liao Yushu took a few deep breaths and forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart.

Hmph, great painter, in the negative world, it is not a good thing to speak so aggressively and not know how to behave. You are awesome, let's see who of us can live longer.

Jin Zilin leaned over at this moment, and asked worriedly, "Is it because the model fell apart? I'm so scared, that model is very heavy, and I'm also afraid that I might accidentally not hold it steady or make a mistake..."

While talking, Jin Zilin still grabbed Liao Yushu's clothes intentionally or unintentionally.

Facing a beautiful woman like Jin Zilin, Liao Yushu's mood improved slightly.

The few of them were so close, the words that Bai Ange said just now made him feel ashamed, the others probably heard them clearly.Except for Chen Zhengde who seemed to have lost his soul, Jin Zilin and Yuan Man pretended not to hear.

That's what it means to be a human being.

Liao Yushu put on a gentle smile again, and comforted him: "It's okay. Besides, Muta is still there on the fourth floor. If not, you can ask Muta to help you assemble the mannequin. After all, the mannequin is not well assembled...you are also responsible. "

Jin Zilin was thoughtful.

After arriving at the department store, everyone returned to work.

On the fourth floor, after Jin Zilin arrived at the post, she laid out the matching clothes one by one. When she was about to change the clothes for the model, she was a little afraid to start.

It was okay yesterday when I didn’t know that there was something wrong with these plastic models, but when I look at it today, I feel weird no matter how I look at it.

The face of the plastic model was obviously blurred, but Jin Zilin felt that they were all looking at her.

These models...these models...

Jin Zilin forcibly suppressed the rising fear in her heart. First... she took off the upper body of the model, and then laid the lower body flat to cover the lower body of the model.

Resisting the discomfort, Jin Zilin passed her hand under the armpit of the plastic model and pushed it upwards, only to hear the metal clasp snap open, and the upper and lower body of the plastic model was separated.

The plastic mannequin itself was very heavy, almost as heavy as an adult. Jin Zilin lifted her upper body with all her strength, and then slowly put it aside.

Jin Zilin breathed a sigh of relief when her upper body fell to the ground, sweat was already on her forehead.

She put the matching pants on the model's legs and couldn't help but observe where Muta was.

No, she hasn't slept well for two days in a row, and she has to stand for a whole day during the day. Now her physical strength and energy have dropped drastically, and it is too easy to cause problems if she really wants to do it all by herself.

She didn't want...she really didn't want to follow in Wang Guangshu's footsteps.

So when Xie Jinxi and Muta came on patrol, Jin Zilin suddenly stopped Muta.

"Mr. Muta, could you please help me disassemble and assemble the mannequin? I'm a little out of strength."

Mu Ta fixedly looked at Jin Zilin, not intending to make a move at all.

But Jin Zilin had already thought of the reason, she said: "I asked the store manager, your job is to ensure that all the models change their clothes and reassemble them before eight o'clock. If I can't do it, let me These models have no clothes on, and when it comes at [-] o'clock, you and I will be punished."

"So changing clothes for the model is not only my responsibility, but also yours. It is not too much of a request for you to help me."

Having said that, Xie Jinxi next to him suddenly thought of something and looked at the No.11 store, which is where Wang Guangshu works.

Jin Zilin is now at work, and Wang Guangshu, who died last night, naturally cannot come to work again, and the No.11 store has only Wang Guangshu as a clerk.

And now it's past seven o'clock, and there are still no other clerks or store managers in that store to change clothes for the models, so does it mean that no one cares about the plastic models in that store now?

What Jin Zilin said made sense. If the No.11 shop was left alone, then the work of changing the clothes for the plastic models would fall to Xie Jinxi and Mu Ta.

After all, after eight o'clock, if there are models who haven't changed their clothes or stitched them together, it must be the responsibility of the two of them.

Xie Jinxi said decisively: "I'll go to No.11 store, as for this..."

Muta said directly to Jin Zilin: "I can help you, but I can't replace you. I hope that we will cooperate instead of being your coolie unilaterally."

Muta raised his hand to Jin Zilin, revealing the blood-red mantra on his fingers, and said, "If we are targeted by ghosts because of work mistakes, believe me, I will live longer than you."

Jin Zilin's lips turned pale, she nodded and said, "I understand."

Xie Jinxi patted Muta on the back lightly, and said, "I leave this place to you."

"I'll be right over." Muta whispered.

When Xie Jinxi walked towards the No.11 store, Muta said to Jin Zilin, "First help me find a pair of gloves."

On the other side, Xie Jinxi glanced at the time, and there were only four or ten minutes left before eight o'clock, and he had to speed up the progress.

Although Xie Jinxi has never disassembled these plastic models, he can tell where they can be separated by observing the seams on the models. In addition, he also saw Jin Zilin and Wang Guangshu changing clothes for the models yesterday, so it went smoothly.

Remove the upper body of the model, put clothes on the lower body, then put the upper body back on the lower body, remove the arms and head, and put the top on.

After Xie Jinxi finished solving the first model, he knew it well, and the movements of his subordinates became faster and faster.

But in the process of dismantling, changing and installing, Xie Jinxi also found that these models were ridiculously heavy.

Generally speaking, the old-fashioned mannequins will be heavier if they are supported by wooden boards or metal, but they will not be so heavy that they are almost as heavy as a normal adult.

When Xie Jinxi took off the upper body of the second plastic mannequin, he took a special look at the interface.

Most of the connection cross-section of the upper body of the plastic model is sealed with white plastic, only the metal buckle is exposed.

Xie Jinxi reached out and pressed the white plastic at the junction, and found that it felt solid.

The inside of this plastic model actually seems to be filled instead of hollow?

No wonder it is so heavy.

And those exposed metal buckles are covered with a layer of oil.

Xie Jinxi frowned, what was that?lube?

Xie Jinxi changed the clothes of the second model, and when he got the third model, Muta came to help.

With the help of Muta, the four models quickly changed their clothes, which can be regarded as the completion of the morning task.

But Muta's eyes fell on a box above the wardrobe, and he frowned, showing some thought in his expression.

"What?" Xie Jinxi sensed Muta's doubts.

Muta pointed to the box above, and said: "Last night... when I helped Wang Guangshu put the boxes on the top of the cabinet, all the boxes were arranged neatly, and the side with the opening pointed outward. And the box was not only located a little outside , the lid is not closed tightly."

"Someone moved that box."

Xie Jinxi retorted, "That's impossible. After you helped arrange the boxes last night, Wang Guangshu was dismembered. The two of us left the department store, and then turned off the lights on the fourth floor. During this process, it is impossible for anyone to move The box above the cabinet...unless..."

Unless it's not human at all.

"I'll go up and have a look." Muta said decisively.

He went to the side and moved the stool over, stepped on the stool, took off the box and opened it... There was a white plastic hand in the box where there were only clothes.

Muta took the plastic hand into his hand, closed the box and arranged it neatly, got off the stool, and showed it to Xie Jinxi.

When Xie Jinxi saw that plastic hand, he instantly connected the previous events.

"Wang Guangshu, this is Wang Guangshu's hand." Xie Jinxi's face changed, "The reason why those plastic models are so heavy is because they are filled with real human bodies, and the clasps are simply corpse oil."

"It's no wonder that these models can move, and it's no wonder that the fifth store and the No.11 store have four plastic models, and the other stores have five plastic models. Wang Guangshu and Jin Zilin are basically the backup of the plastic models."

"Wang Guangshu was dismembered last night, and now she has returned as a plastic model."

However, this is not the biggest problem. Xie Jinxi turned on the phone and checked the time. It is less than 7 minutes before [-]:[-] in the morning, and they still have a model that has not been assembled. They even found only one hand, not the other. Where is the rest of the model's body.

Time is running out.

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-07-2523:43:02~2021-07-2617:31:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of sleep hair and sleep;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!