Chapter 1 Jiangcheng's Choice

Jiangcheng drove with Fatty and Lin Wan'er to where Huai Yi lived.

Before they went, Jiangcheng instructed Huai Yi not to talk too much about the website, but to sort out the selected supernatural events separately. After everyone discussed them, they would choose one.

"This is..." Huai Yi looked at Fatty.

"Wang Fugui." Fatty said confidently, his eyes full of distrust toward Huai Yi.

"Brother Fugui." Huai Yi was all smiles, as if he had met a relative. He probably regarded Fatty as someone similar to Jiangcheng and Lin Wan'er.

Three Crimson... Huai Yi felt that this wave was stable.

And looking at Fatty's eyes and build, he was definitely a Crimson big shot.

In a Xianxia novel, he would be the old ancestor of the family who doesn't easily show his face.

Huai Yi enthusiastically invited everyone to sit down, drew the curtains, and the room immediately darkened. Then, he brought out a projector and aimed it at the wall.

"I've selected three supernatural events, all Grade C, all in cities near us. The farthest drive won't be more than 6 hours."

Soon, there was a picture on the wall.

It was a very old-looking building, three stories high, with a rather strange architectural style, probably at least a hundred years old.

"This is the first one: the Fengcheng Museum Half-Body Statue Incident."

Huai Yi held the remote control and pressed it. The picture started to change continuously, with intervals of about 10 seconds, showing the exterior of the building from different angles and at different times.

"What's that?" Fatty asked, looking at a corner of the picture.

Huai Yi stopped the picture and zoomed in little by little. Everyone noticed that in the most remote window on the second floor of the museum, there was a bronze statue.

The statue only showed the upper body, and the strange thing was the statue's face, the painful expression looking lifelike.

"This is a folk museum with nearly a hundred years of history," Huai Yi introduced. "But not long ago, the curator of this museum suddenly disappeared. Not long after, everyone discovered that one of the cleaners and a maintenance worker inside had also disappeared."

"By the way, this folk museum has a very small audience and is located in a remote suburb, so not many people come here on weekdays. Therefore, the museum only has the curator, the maintenance worker, and the cleaner."

"The exhibits only have historical value, not much economic value, and the categories are very niche, so there isn't even a security guard."

"What does this have to do with the statue?" Lin Wan'er asked.

The name of this supernatural event was the Fengcheng Museum Half-Body Statue Incident, and the statue in the picture was obviously wrong, giving people a creepy feeling.

Huai Yi continued to click the remote control. "Keep watching. This is a promotional picture of the museum's exhibits before. This is the picture taken by the police inside the museum after the curator disappeared."

Two pictures were projected onto the wall, side by side.

They were two statues of figures. Judging by the size, they should be life-size, but only the upper bodies, and the lower bodies were replaced by a strange lotus pedestal.

The statues were separated by a thick glass cover, and a sticker was pasted on the lower right of the glass cover, with a few words written on it.

It could be vaguely seen that it was written in red pen, but at the moment the handwriting was blurred.

"This is..." Fatty's eyes widened.

"That's right." Huai Yi nodded with a strange expression. "These two statues should be the same, or perhaps that's not accurate... um... this statue has changed."

This was obvious. The first statue was a middle-aged man in his 40s, with a burly and strong physique, while the second statue was an old man, with a hunched figure and one blind eye.

But what was similar was that the expressions of both statues were unusually painful.

Next, Huai Yi took a deep breath. This seemed to be some kind of signal. Huai Yi pressed the button, and the picture on the wall changed again. This time, it was a photo.

A hunched old man was bent over, holding a huge broom and sweeping the fallen leaves all over the ground. The background was this folk museum.

The overall style was dull and bleak, giving a desolate feeling of the passage of time.

What really attracted everyone's attention was the half of the old man's face that was revealed, which was exactly the same as the old man on the second statue!

"The old man's surname is Zhao, and he is the missing curator of this folk museum," Huai Yi said, turning to look at everyone.

"Also, pay attention here." Huai Yi zoomed in on the photo. At the very edge of the photo, he managed to capture a window on the second floor of the museum.

Due to the angle, only half of the window remained.

And it was this half of the window, at that time it happened to be windy, and the heavy dark red curtain that was originally hanging in the window was lifted by a corner by the wind, revealing a bronze face hidden behind it.

The face was facing the old man's direction, and a pair of eyes were staring here, as if hiding behind the curtains, peeping.