Chapter 106
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"After Ah Fu died, the police and my friend Huo Donglai checked the surveillance footage from that night. At first, everything was normal, until Ah Fu went upstairs, and a very strange and inexplicable scene happened."
"When Ah Fu went up to the second floor, the surveillance camera captured the wax figures on the first floor. All the red cloth covering them fell off at the same time. It was very strange."
"Then Ah Fu came downstairs, and then he sat down on the ground for no reason, looking in horror at the angle that the camera could not capture, and the picture disappeared at the end, as if it was deliberately cut off."
As he said this, Lao Chen said in a deep voice
"My friend Huo Donglai is a little feudal, and he has reservations about some folk customs. Covering with red cloth is a custom in his area, and he thinks it can't be caused by the wind."
Hearing this, Wang Ping pinched his chin with one hand and said
"Interesting. By the way, which wealthy local tycoon in the Republic of China owned these wax figures?"
Old Chen shook his head, indicating that he didn't know and would have to ask Huo Donglai.
At this moment, Lao Ling, who happened to be visiting and sat down to drink, seemed to have thought of something and suddenly said
"Those wax figures should be from Lin Zhongming, a local tycoon in Pengcheng during the Republic of China. When I was a child, I heard my father's generation say"
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Pengcheng, Huo Donglai Wax Museum.
At around eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Ping sat on a chair in the wax museum, watching the news on his mobile phone.
After browsing the news, Wang Ping discovered that there have been frequent murders in China recently. Not only in China, but also in foreign countries, and they are more serious, with more than ten people killed in one go.
For example, in a middle school in an island country, the entire class of students committed suicide one after another. According to the police, the investigation results showed that the students in the class were collectively bewitched to commit suicide.
There were also cases in the United States. For example, a group of suicidal college students went to a cemetery to have a party. It was suspected that because they destroyed a grave, the family of the grave retaliated against the students and dismembered them collectively with chainsaws. It was a real midnight disco on the grave, with hearses driving in groups.
Every country has incredible suspense cases, and China has one too.
"Could it be because of the increase of Yin energy?"Wang Ping guessed to himself. He was browsing the news on his phone, and before he knew it, it was already 11:20 pm.
Wang Ping looked up at the rows of wax figures covered with red cloth not far away.
Tap tap... a sound like light footsteps came from the second floor. Wang Ping looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor.
Without hesitation, he got up and went to the second floor.
The second floor was quiet, with only one window that was not closed, and the night wind made a tap tap sound like footsteps. A piece of red cloth fell on the ground next to the window.
It was a red cloth covering a portrait of a middle-aged rich man next to the window, and now it fell to the ground.
Wang Ping picked up the red cloth, covered the portrait of the middle-aged rich man, and hummed a song
""Sister, you sit on the bow, brother... what's brother? Oh, brother, I'm licking your cunt, hey, hey, hey, hey."
While singing, Wang Ping held the red cloth with both hands, twisted his hips and danced the Errenzhuan in front of the rich man's portrait.
""Sister, sit on the bedside. Brother is in the cave. Uh-huh, ah-huh, the bedside is shaking."
Ding! The ghost in the portrait looked confused. Attribute +1
Wang Ping sang as he covered it with a red cloth.
After patting the unnecessary dust on his hands, Wang Ping walked straight to the stairs.
At this moment, behind Wang Ping, who could not see the red cloth, the red cloth covering the painting of the middle-aged rich man seemed to be lifted up by an invisible hand.
The moment the red cloth fell to the ground, if someone was here, they would be horrified to find that the portrait of the middle-aged rich man hanging on the wall was moving.
The portrait was like a calm lake like a mirror. A drop of water fell into the mirror, causing ripples.
A skinny hand as pale as a branch stretched out, and slowly half of the body appeared from the painting, followed by a face. Emerged.
The face had bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, and a pale face like a cold corpse.
A closer look revealed that this ghost face looked exactly like the middle-aged wealthy man in the portrait.
Just when the ghost emerged half of its body from the portrait and stuck its head out... the ghost stopped, its face slightly stunned.
It stared blankly ahead.
In front of it, Wang Ping had been standing in front of it without anyone noticing.
Ding! The portrait ghost was stunned. Didn't the host just go downstairs? Why is he still here? Attribute +1.
One side was the portrait ghost with half of its body showing through the painting, and the other side was Wang Ping who was standing there quietly looking at the portrait ghost.
The two looked at each other quietly.
At this moment, Wang Ping suddenly said
"It’s okay, just continue and ignore me. I will just watch quietly."……"
At this time, the air fell into silence.
Ding! The portrait ghost felt very embarrassed. Should I come out now or not? Attribute +1
In the end, the portrait ghost silently crawled out, because if he didn't crawl out, he couldn't kill Wang Ping, and he shrank back? Are you kidding? Ghosts don't have face.
In the process of crawling out, the portrait ghost was stunned again.
Because on the way out and landing, Wang Ping reached out and held the portrait ghost's hand
"Be careful, the floor is slippery."
Ding! The portrait ghost was extremely embarrassed."Can you please not be so considerate? I'm embarrassed, okay? Attribute +1.
It can be found that the pale face of the portrait ghost actually showed a hint of red. He was blushing...
He now had a feeling that he was treated as a disabled person and needed the help of community volunteers to move around conveniently. This community volunteer was Wang Ping.
At this time, Wang Ping was still supporting the portrait ghost, with a caring look on his face.
Seeing this, the portrait ghost was stunned.
Ding! The portrait ghost felt insulted. Can you please not look at me with such caring and idiotic eyes? I am a ghost, not wise. Attribute +1.
As the portrait ghost came out, the air fell into silence again.
The portrait ghost looked at Wang Ping blankly, and Wang Ping looked at the portrait ghost.
"What should I do now?"Wang Ping suddenly asked.
The portrait ghost was stunned and couldn't speak.
Ding! The portrait ghost was confused. How do I know what you should do? You should run away. I am a ghost. When you see a ghost, you run, run! Attribute +1
As if seeing the look in the portrait ghost's eyes, Wang Ping suddenly realized and clapped his hands.
"Oh! Yes, I should run now, right? Sorry, sorry."
Speaking of this, Wang Ping pretended to be very scared and shouted
"Ahhhhh, ghost, ahhhhh, I'm so scared."
Looking at Wang Ping's exaggerated acting skills and the moaning sound, the ghost portrait's mouth twitched.
Ding! The ghost portrait looked so painful that he wanted to say"eat shit" to the host. Attribute +1
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