After smashing the vase, the man fell softly to the ground, so his body lay directly on the broken tiles on the floor.

Several people couldn't help but gasped at the same time.

"Ah...it's so miserable..."

Ji Lu shivered, and reached out to touch his arm.

When he was in the second "world" "Separation of Flesh", in order to kill the huge bone monster controlled by the BOSS, he exploded an ultraviolet lamp in its brain, and splashed broken glass pierced his arm. It's bloody.

Although his injuries completely disappeared when he returned to "Peach Blossom Spring", when he saw the footage in the surveillance video, his body immediately recalled the feeling of being pierced and pierced and let him tolerate it. I couldn't help rubbing my teeth.

Fan Luming held the mouse and dragged the progress bar backward for about one minute.

Then everyone saw that the man in uniform who fell on the ground motionless suddenly stood up stiffly, turned around staggeringly, and walked stiff and staggered towards the direction of the camera.

The Fan's brother pressed the pause button at this time.

The pixel rate of the surveillance video itself is not high, and judging from the four or five watermarks superimposed on the upper right corner, this is obviously a version that does not know how many hands have been turned, and naturally the frame is dropped and it is a mess.

Ji Lu and the others squinted for a long time to distinguish, and they couldn't see the man's facial features. They could only roughly tell from the reddish brown patches on the other's clothes and arms. It should all be the blood oozing from him. .

Fan Luming manipulated the mouse and dragged it back for a short period of time, and then replayed the whole process of the man from getting up to stepping out of the camera.

"Although you can't see the expression on the face clearly, the man's body movements are very wrong no matter how you look at it."

The Fan’s brother pointed to the screen and made a judgment as a prospective doctor:

"His joints are so stiff that it doesn't look like a living person at all. It's almost like a corpse that has been dead for a long time."

Mo Tiangen hissed:

"So this time, we really have to face the traditional mode of horror movies-zombies?"

"It would be great if it was just a simple zombie."

Fan Luming clicked on another video.

"Actually, in terms of time, although this video came out later, it happened about three months earlier than what you just watched."

He briefly introduced:

"However, its weirdness is not to lose the former at all."

The video starts to play.

This time, the distance between the surveillance cameras is a bit far, and the shooting location is not the exhibition hall of the museum, but a large room similar to the laboratory, where you can see the operating desk, and there are some instruments and instruments that are unknown for what purpose. Lamps.

On an operating table in the corner, a gray and decayed coffin was placed. A man in a white coat stood facing the camera and stood in front of the coffin.

Fan Hemian asked her brother: "Well, where was this shot?"

"I think this should probably be the restoration room of the museum."

Fan Luming guessed:

"This person... looks like he should be a researcher."

No one here is professional in archaeology, and there is no chance to go to places such as restoration rooms. Naturally, there is no way to distinguish the true from the false, and I can only think so for the time being.

The video is still playing.

On the screen, the white lab coat was half-bent over, and he went into the coffin with his bare hands, then fiddled in it for a while, and took out something from it.

"What is he holding?"

Ji Xuan opened his eyes and observed carefully, he felt that the thing in his hand seemed to be a long strip, about a little longer than a palm, because the distance was a bit far, it was difficult to tell whether it was black or brown, and it looked dirty anyway. It's so gray, it really doesn't look like something that can make people dare to touch with bare hands.

"Ha ha."

Fan Luming let out two meaningful dry laughs, "You must not guess what it is."

Then he opened a web page and read the contents to everyone.

It turned out that a strange thing happened in the museum about five months ago.

A researcher pried open a Yuan Dynasty coffin by himself in the middle of the night, slapped an arm from the female mummy in the coffin, and took it out of the restoration room.

The other people came back to work the next day and noticed the weirdness in the restoration room. They checked the surveillance again and felt that the incident was not trivial, so they immediately called the police.

The police quickly found the researcher who caused the incident.

However, what is surprising is that when the researcher was found, the other party was sleeping in the toilet on the third floor of the east building of the museum. No matter how he called it, he was completely unconscious.

About a day later, the researcher woke up in the hospital. He couldn't remember what he had done the night before. When someone asked him about the whereabouts of the missing limb of the mummy, he just replied blankly and said that he didn't remember it. Can't provide any clues.

After repeated investigations to no avail, the museum can only expel the researcher and hand him over to the police for destroying cultural relics.

"So, that mummy arm was just lost like that?"

After reading the webpage, Mo Tiangen touched his chin and asked.

Fan Luming nodded:

"Well, I searched the entire network anyway, and I couldn't find a follow-up report of this incident."

He kicked his feet, manipulated the swivel chair under his buttocks, and turned around on the spot.

"If I am not mistaken, this missing mummy arm was the cause of a series of strange talks that happened in the museum afterwards."

Ji Lu caught the key word: "A series?"

"Yes, it's a series."

Fan Luming replied:

"After that, several weird things happened one after another. Just like the video you watched, the staff of the museum, including security guards, tour guides, researchers, and even a tourist, knew that the sky was a normal person, but at night it was quiet. When I sneaked into the exhibition hall, he cut off the skin and flesh from his body, put it into a container such as bottles and cans, and then smashed or smashed the utensils. When they found them the next day, they were crazy and foolish. , I can't ask anything."

The Fan's brother said, raised his hand and pointed to the screen behind him:

"After several incidents of madness after flesh-cutting of living people happened, the museum panicked, but it was impossible to investigate the cause. Therefore, about two months ago, it was announced that it was closed and will not be open to the public for the time being."

"Cut off your own meat and put it in a jar... It feels like some kind of sacrificial ritual."

Mo Tiangen found new clues from the three points of mummies, bottles and cans, and cut meat, and overturned his previous speculation about zombies:

"Could it be that this is the hypnotic brainwashing of a cult? Don't you watch Mi Di's horror films, aren't there many such themes? In order to resurrect the evil **** or summon demons, you have to use your own flesh and blood for sacrifice."

"Oh, about this..."

Fan Luming thought for a while, and added another clue:

"It is logical to say that the flesh and blood cut off from the body are thrown into bottles and cans. Even if the container is smashed later, the meat should still be there, right?"

Seeing everyone nodding, he continued:

"However, there is a saying on the Internet that it is said that the insider got inside information from the police-this gossip said that although blood stains and a little bit of meat residue belonging to the victim could be found in the broken utensils, there was no Large pieces of flesh..."

Fan Luming rolled a pair of bright apricot eyes:

"You said, what does this mean?"

Ji Shu thrush was terrified.

"what do you mean……"

He touched the back of his neck subconsciously, and got goose bumps on his hand:

"What's in those jars, eat their meat... all?"

Fan Luming slowly nodded.

Everyone: "..."

For a while, no one spoke.

If the online gossip is true, this is really disgusting.

In other words, there are now a group of lurking monsters in the museum who are going to be fed with human flesh and flesh in the middle of the night, and they are going to meet these things tonight!

"... I said, have you ever watched a very old horror film called "Mu○ Yi"?"

After a delay of about thirty seconds, Mo Tiangen swallowed and broke the awkward silence in the study:

"I remember that there was not a kind of bug called'Scarab' in the movie. It was parasitic in the pharaoh's tomb. After being awakened by the resurrected villain, a large group of hula-la surrounded them, and they could eat a single person in an instant. ."

Teacher Dagen guessed:

"Although we don't have a Pharaoh here, isn't there any Miaojiang Gu technique, the ancient tomb of the King of Yunnan, or something? Maybe it was the gu worm from the mummy of the Yuan Dynasty that was released and needed to eat human flesh for a living. ."

As a prospective doctor, Fan Luming wanted to complain about the folklore such as "Hundred insects feed on each other, and the survivors are Gu" for a moment.

But he changed his thoughts. This was originally a completely unreasonable supernatural "world", and even the specimens of murderers could be transformed into ghosts. It seems that there is no surprise that a group of undead Gu worms will run through the museum for thousands of years.

At this time, Teacher Dagen patted his head, and then said:

"I remember there was a big bottle of insecticide spray in the bathroom, otherwise, let's take it with you tonight!"

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After a few people studied the copy of the strange story in the museum, it was almost time for dinner.

Teacher Dagen turned over all the most expensive and delicious ingredients in the kitchen, and made an extremely rich meal.

Everyone let go of their belly and ate Hesai, and they all felt very satisfied.

After dinner, Ji Lu and Ren Jianmo returned to the study together, while the other three stayed in the living room, continuing to sort out and discuss the details of tonight's actions.

"Are you okay by yourself?"

Sitting in the corner of the wall, Ji Lu put his fingers into the socket that he had pried open to charge himself, while raising his head to ask Ren Jian who was sitting in front of the computer silently.

Ren Jianmo was fiddling with the computer intently, without even lifting his head, but only briefly responded to a single syllable: "Yeah."

"Oh……"

Ji Lu knew that it was not the time to disturb Ren Jian doing business, so he turned his head back angrily and looked around boredly.

Every time it is charged, it is the time when Ji Xiaoniao feels the most boring.

It's because he is now a personal battery, crackling and sparking all over his body. Anyone or metal that gets too close will be hit by the arc that bursts out of him from time to time, even if he wants to take a mobile phone to kill time. Will immediately burn that fragile and poor electronic product to a short circuit, so I can only spend time thinking about life.

Once this person gets bored, he can't help but start thinking wildly.

Especially when Ren Jianmo was sitting in front of Ji Xuan, the two were alone in the same room. Xiaoniao began to think about it, and could not help but silently recall the kiss that Ren Damei had printed on his forehead during the day.