Chapter 104
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"Mr. Wang Ping, I'll trouble you in three days." Shangguan Jianguo looked at him sincerely.
Wang Ping nodded and sent Shangguan Jianguo and Lu Hongwu away. After closing the door, Wang Ping glanced at the calendar. The Spring Festival would be over in three days. Although the warmth of the Spring Festival would not fade away, after all, it was only the second day of the Spring Festival, at least it would not delay his Spring Festival.
Sitting back on the sofa, Wang Ping was the only one left in Room 201.
Zhang Yao asked Chu Lili to go with Hu Yao to visit Zhang Zheng's parents. Now Wang Ping was the only one left in Room 201.
He picked up his phone, opened V and sent a message to Lao Chen.
"Got business?"
Just now when Shangguan Jianguo and the other guy were still here, Lao Chen sent me an expression. I
've been socializing with Lao Chen for half a year, and we know each other's personality. Judging from Lao Chen's expression that was blinded by money, Lao Chen probably has business to introduce.
Sure enough, just after the message was sent, Lao Chen sent a message back within a minute or two.
"There is business, a big business, Wang Ping, are you free? After all, it is the Spring Festival. A serious funny face.jpg"
"The Spring Festival can't stop me from making money"
"Well said, Lao Chen, this year I don’t accept Melatonin or oral liquid, I only accept you, Wang Ping, the boss is so awesome.jpg"
"Lao Chen, I think you are short of money for the New Year."
"I was discovered by you, laughing awkwardly but politely.jpg"
……
Pengcheng, Lao Chen's home.
As soon as Wang Ping entered Lao Chen's home, he received the warmest hospitality. As the Spring Festival was approaching, every household was very lively. Lao Chen's family welcomed Wang Ping's arrival and treated him warmly.
Since he started to follow Wang Ping, the money he earned at one time was enough for Lao Chen to drive a taxi for several days.
Nowadays, although Lao Chen is still driving a taxi, he calls it hiding his identity, which sounds high-end, but he doesn't drive it very often. At most, he increases his knowledge and obtains business sources.
It can be said that Lao Chen's family is very grateful to Wang Ping.
Afterwards, Lao Chen asked his wife to take their daughter out to buy some food to entertain Wang Ping, and then handed a business card to Wang Ping.
"Wax museum? Huo Donglai. Wang Ping took the business card and was stunned.
This time the business was actually the wax museum.
Old Chen nodded and said,"To be honest, this Huo Donglai is a friend I met several times before. He is the owner of the wax museum."
……
Huo Donglai is an artist who loves all kinds of sculptures.
In recent years, he has made some money by buying and selling artworks, so he is going to open a wax museum with a partner to do some small business.
In order to open the store before the Spring Festival and get a good start, Huo Donglai worked almost day and night, and finally finished decorating the wax museum five days before the Spring Festival.
At the same time, he bought batches of wax figures according to his acquaintances.
These wax figures are comparable to those of celebrities, lifelike and human-like. If you don't look or touch them carefully, it is almost difficult to tell the real from the fake.
For this batch of wax figures, Huo Donglai was satisfied and forgot to ask about the origin of this batch of wax figures.
It is said that this batch of wax figures came from the home of a wealthy private collector in the 1970s and 1990s. The rich man bought them from abroad, and the cost was very high at the time. It stands to reason that the rich man would never sell his collection. The main reason is that the rich man died of a sudden myocardial infarction at home one day. His children and heirs divided the family property, and one of the eldest sons got this batch of wax figures.
The eldest son sold the wax figure at a high price for money.
After several decades of changing hands, it finally fell into the hands of Huo Donglai.
Ah Fu, the national Zhou Guofu, was hired by Huo Donglai as a security guard for the wax museum. He was a student who just graduated from university this year. Because the Spring Festival was approaching, he wanted to make some pocket money and was temporarily hired by Huo Donglai as a security guard.
Tonight, the wax museum was renovated and the wax figures were placed, ready for opening.
As usual, Ah Fu patrolled the upper and lower floors of the wax museum with a flashlight.
It was a quiet and deserted night, and the wax museum was silent. Except for Ah Fu, there were only rows of real wax figures.
Da Da Da.
The wax figures in the wax museum were lined up on both sides, all covered with large red cloths, with only their feet exposed. They looked like people standing there quietly waiting to be unveiled.
Ah Fu held a flashlight, and the light could only barely illuminate a small area. Every time the light swept to the ground, it happened to illuminate the feet of the wax figures, and he always felt a sense of inexplicable fear.
It seemed that in the next second, the wax figures' feet would suddenly move under the light.
Rows of wax figures stood quietly, like corpses that had lost their lives. It would be a lie to say that I wasn't scared.
"It's okay, they are just wax figures, what are you afraid of?"Afu said to himself to encourage himself.
But the more he encouraged himself, the more he thought about it.
He suddenly remembered a folk legend his grandfather told him when he was a child.
His grandfather told him, do you know why there are always sculptures of gods and spirits among the people in ancient times and even in the National Period, but rarely sculptures of real people?
Because sculptures cannot be made casually. Once they are made, gods or something will live in them. The more lifelike the sculptures are, the more so.
It's like Ye Gong's love of dragons. When you add the finishing touch to the dragon, the dragon will come alive.
The same is true for sculptures. Why do the more lifelike the sculptures are, the more they feel alive? That's because there are things living in them.
So don't look into the eyes of the sculptures, or your soul may be sucked into the sculptures.
Thinking of this, Afu swallowed his saliva and nervously glanced at the wax figures around him.
Looking at the wax figures covered with red cloth, he always felt that the wax figures were looking at him through the red cloth.
Suddenly at this moment, the nervous Afu's scalp numbed.
Da Da……
""Who?!" Ah Fu's ears moved, and he suddenly looked towards the stairs leading to the second floor of the wax museum.
In the quiet night, in the empty wax museum, Ah Fu suddenly heard footsteps.
It was the footsteps of someone other than himself.
Ah Fu's breathing became heavy, and he tried to calm himself down, listening with his ears erect.
Ta-da...
With the subtle and unnoticeable footsteps coming from the second floor, Ah Fu's pupils shrank suddenly.
There was someone on the second floor!
It was impossible. It was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. How could there be someone else in the wax museum besides himself? He knew that there was no other security guard in the wax museum besides himself.
Who could be on the second floor ? Floor? A thief? Or...
Ah Fu did not move. He seemed to be frozen and motionless. He was going to listen carefully to the sound to see if it was an illusion.
Tap tap...
It was not an illusion!
There were indeed footsteps. Although the sound was very light, it was very clear in this wax museum where you could hear a pin drop.
For a moment, Ah Fu felt his scalp getting hot and his breathing became heavy. It seemed as if a fire was burning in his throat, making his mouth dry. In the silent wax museum, he could clearly hear his heart beating violently due to nervousness.
Finally, due to his security duties, Ah Fu had to go to the second floor.
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