Weird Regulator

Only when he was actually on the scene did Tongguan realize what Fang Shenyan's sealed straight line meant.

Following the seventh exhibition hall, all the way down, there is a line segment that continues to extend.

The central air conditioner hums, urgent and depressing, as if urging a living person to continue downward, all the way down.

This is an irregular secret room.

Tongguan ran as fast as he could, the layout of the seventh exhibition hall being engraved in his heart as he walked.

He calculated his time in his mind and roughly calculated the evacuation route after implementing the plan.

The exhibition hall was bigger than Tongguan imagined. After opening a total of 73 doors, he finally arrived at the last area of ​​the exhibition hall.

This small room, which is less than twenty square meters, only has exhibits in the middle.

Tongguan didn't even look at what was painted on the exhibit. He stepped forward and pulled down the curtain, took out a lighter and lit it.

The curtains were slowly burning, and the falling fire pieces gradually burned the flammable carpet.

The fire has become small-scale and has spread locally, and bursts of choking smoke are coming.

Tongguan knew that he had achieved his goal, so he turned around and left.

At this moment, a deafening, nerve-stimulating alarm sound suddenly appeared in his ears.

Extraordinarily harsh sounds came from all directions, and were not limited to this small room.

The automatic fire extinguishing hole on the roof made a strange sizzling sound, as if a flood of water would immediately fall to extinguish the fire that was about to take shape.

Tongguan's pupils shrank and his heart suddenly hurt. Only then did he realize what a stupid mistake he had made.

From outside the museum to inside the museum, there is never any trace of electricity.

This led him to believe that the World Heritage Museum had automatically shut down.

This temporary plan was made so hastily that due to the inertia of his thinking, he didn't even realize it when he faced the sweltering heat of the air conditioner after entering the exhibition hall.

Tongguan smashed the palm of his hand and was about to start remedial action, but the alarm sound that enveloped the entire exhibition hall stopped abruptly the next second.

Even the fire extinguisher on the roof stopped making strange noises. It only dropped a few drops of water that were better than nothing, and there was no sign of continuing.

“Is someone going to cut off the electricity and water for me?”

Several changes in the situation within a second caused Tongguan's mood to reverse several times, but he still thought of this.

He turned around and ran outside without thinking about who that person might be.

Now the fire has started, but the momentum is beyond his control. Maybe Stephanie's Smile is already on its way.

Tongguan knew that he would face such a situation on this trip, so he was not too panicked.

He speculated that he should be the one who moved the fastest, and the alarm sounded from him, so even if the ghost came, it would look for him first.

In this way, Jin Xi and Hong Fu will have a chance to complete their plan.

This is already the best ending.

Tongguan still needs to continue setting fires to ensure that the fire can cover the entire seventh exhibition hall.

But during this period, he must always be alert to whether there are disturbing and strange figures around him.

The dark exhibition hall is darker, but the bright places are also getting brighter.

Setting fire can greatly stimulate human adrenaline, giving people unprecedented pleasure.

Tongguan became more and more bold and unbridled from the initial cautiousness.

After igniting seven or eight small micro exhibition halls, there was already a sea of ​​​​fire behind him, and it continued to extend forward.

Since exhibition halls are equipped with special insulation layers and fireproof materials, generally speaking, fire will not spread so quickly.

However, Tongguan has opened the doors of all exhibition halls, and the flammable carpets have spread into pieces, accelerating the spread of the fire.

Today's fires will not affect the outside, but will all circulate vertically.

With the basic fire power, Tongguan did not deliberately set fire to each exhibition hall, but set one every other one.

As a result, his time is greatly reduced.

But even so, when he lit up 40 exhibition halls, eighteen minutes had already been used up.

Tongguan was breathing heavily. The choking smell of smoke made it extremely difficult for him to breathe, and the turbid air made his lungs hurt.

It would take two exhibition halls for the overwhelming fire to catch up with Tongguan, but he still felt the burning sensation on his back.

The originally clean and white face was now blackened. He wiped the dirt from his face and gritted his teeth secretly.

The time was far longer than he expected. It was absolutely impossible to complete the plan in twenty minutes, and the time would be delayed again.

If this continues, it will be difficult for him to survive...

There are still more than 30 exhibition halls left, which is almost half of the workload.

But the next actions must be greatly compromised in terms of quality.

After Tongguan briefly thought about it, he embarked on this journey again.

In subsequent actions, he did not set fires at intervals, but would stop and set fires every five exhibition halls he ran through.

Such an approach will naturally cause the fire to spread more slowly, and may even lead to the possibility of accidents.

But Tongguan thought to himself that the fire had already swallowed up the entire exhibition hall without supernatural interference.

The most important thing at the moment is that he must run out of the seventh exhibition hall alive, and he must not be blocked by ghosts here.

In addition to the tight time, he did not feel pressure from the supernatural. It can be said that this operation was still smooth.

Tongguan gradually felt happy because of this. Perhaps Stephanie's Smile was the most special ghost in the museum.

It is not limited to the painting gallery, but aims to look at the entire museum, otherwise there is no reason why it has not come for so long.

“Jin Xi and Hong Fu’s side should be on the verge of ending.

I haven't received their request for help yet, and I hope it will be as smooth as mine.

There are still a dozen exhibition halls left before he can return to the gate. After leaving this exhibition hall, he will have more safe time.

The current situation of being on the verge of success made Tongguan quite excited. With his active thinking, he even thought of Feng Jiafu and Fang Shenyan.

Feng Jiafu has still not given any signal until now. Maybe they have got the skin, or maybe they have failed.

But at least Feng Jiafu was safe, and Fang Shenyan had no doubts.

Things were going so smoothly, which made Tongguan feel relieved, and his steps became more and more brisk.

The original fatigue was diluted by the joy of being out of the sea of ​​fire.

The fire was getting farther and farther away from him, and the road away was less than a hundred meters ahead.

The darkness in front of him gradually became pure, which made him full of hope, until a rapid voice suddenly appeared in his ears.

Tongguan stopped in surprise and urgently, and looked at the source of the sound.

A weak face with a sad smile was exposed to his sight.

Brother Tong, I've been waiting for you...I've been waiting for you for a long time...

Hong Fu's face was covered with black mud and blood, and his clothes were in tatters, as if he had narrowly escaped after a fierce battle.

Tong was shocked. He never expected that Hong Fu would appear in the seventh exhibition hall at this time.

You...why are you here?

Out of caution, he did not approach immediately, but kept a safe distance and asked questions.

Hong Fu grinned painfully, as if the wound was torn as he spoke, and said bitterly:

Jin Xi! Jin Xi was possessed by a ghost. She suddenly appeared in my ninth exhibition hall and attacked me.

Tongguan frowned, watching Hong Fu move in the corner, as if struggling to get up, he narrowed his eyes and took half a step back:

Why don't you use a headset to contact me?

But before Hong Fu's answer came out, a harsh noise suddenly flashed through his headset.

Then a female voice full of panic and fear came:

Brother Tong, has Hong Fu appeared in your exhibition hall over there?

Don't believe him! Don't believe him!

He was a ghost, and I almost fell into his trap. He cut off my legs and threw me into the sea of ​​fire.

Come and save me...Brother Tong, come to the eighth exhibition hall and save me!

Things suddenly changed when they were on the verge of success.

In Tongguan's ears, Jin Xi's cries continued to exert pressure, but Hong Fu in the shadow in front of him laughed miserably:

You hear me? That's why I had to come to you myself.

I am standing in front of you, but she insists on you going to the eighth exhibition hall. You have to believe me.

Hong Fu may not be Hong Fu, and Jin Xi may not be Jin Xi. The situation became extremely chaotic within half a minute.

But the matter was not over yet. Tongguan had not made any statement. The receiver in his pocket suddenly emitted a rapid and intensive alarm sound.

Tongguan's expression changed and he held the receiver in his palm. The signal lights on it flashed like a dense drum beat.

Not once as agreed, but countless times, as if to show what kind of crisis Feng Jiafu encountered.

Brother Feng? Feng Jiafu? What happened to you over there?

Zizzi!

Feng Jiafu didn't respond at all in the headset. Instead, there was a blast of electric sound that deafened Tongguan's ears.

Feng Jiafu was killed, and even the headset was destroyed!

In just half a minute, something happened to Hong Fu, Jin Xi, and Feng Jiafu.

Not only that, even Chen Wen and Ding Wangshu were as quiet as dead people for a long time, without saying a word!

Tongguan's heart was beating wildly and he kept moving backwards.

There was obviously another person in the room, but he felt that the whole world had abandoned him.

Why, things will become like this...