This is an extremely bad signal.

Hong Fu, who had always been optimistic, also had obvious worries on his face at this moment, and his brows frowned into the word "Sichuan".

Tongguan has definitely not left the seventh exhibition hall, otherwise why wouldn’t he contact it on the public channel?

Then if the possibility of his escape is ruled out, there will be only the worst result.

Not far away, Ding Wangshu shook his beautiful braids and ran towards him quickly.

Hong Fu lowered his head silently, sighed in his heart, and was pessimistic about the situation.

Once Tongguan dies, Jin Xi is afraid that it will be difficult for him to survive.

On the fourth floor of the underground, Feng Jiafu and Fang Shenyan dared not go to find him.

Chen Wen is dead, and now he and Ding Wangshu are the only living people in the museum.

"Is Tongguan not here?"

Ding Wangshu read a sad look on Hong Fu's face. She was also an elf and weird girl, so she could naturally feel the current situation.

Hong Fu lowered his head for a long time before he remembered to cover up the sensitive parts of his body.

But neither of them said anything about this.

At this point, they are each other's teammates, and the gender differences in the face of life and death and those little shame are nothing.

Hong Fu's silence also made Ding Wangshu's mood depressed. She sat down against the wall and thought for a while before asking:

"What do you think we can do now?"

Time is seventeen minutes late at midnight, and there are still one hour and forty-three minutes left before the end of this mission.

Even at this time, we have to erase the forty-three fractions and treat it as return time.

Hong Fu stared at the pointer of the watch and turned around in circles. Time was passing, and he could do very little.

He agreed with the plan mentioned earlier by Tongguan.

Now all the foreign exhibition halls in the Painting Gallery have been burned to death, and they need to re-enter and search for survivors.

This survivor is of course the "seal" they are thinking about.

Hong Fu was planning silently in his heart, but as if he realized something, he asked Ding Wangshu:

"You hid on the fourth floor underground for an hour and a half, why did you suddenly come out?"

Ding Wang shrank in the corner of the wall, staring straight at the flower pot in the center of the porcelain hall, sighed and said:

"Because I found a body."

"Corpsy?"

"Yes... it's Feng Jiafu's body..."

Ding Wangshu's tone was mixed with fear and regret. She was calm when she said this. She raised her head and stared at Hong Fu and told her experience.

I have to say that as the youngest girl in this mission, Ding Wangshu's performance is pretty good.

Half an hour ago, she and Chen Wen hid at the entrance of the first floor, waiting for news from Tongguan and others.

Chen Wen was complacent and found a good hiding place, and was glad that Tongguan was in charge of the mission, so he could fish in troubled waters.

But this beautiful idea was quickly shattered.

Ding Wangshu found a phantom of an angel with folded wings reflected on the glass on the main entrance.

The moment I saw it, my body became uncontrollable stiff.

Before she could realize why this relief appeared behind her, she was almost killed instantly.

Fortunately, both of them were very nervous, and Chen Wen helped when Ding Wangshu was in danger.

Chen Wen, an extremely timid man, did not choose to leave Ding Wangshu, but took her to run towards the inside of the museum.

Ding Wangshu also regained control of his body after he distanced himself from the Broken Wing Angel.

The ghost blocked the door to escape, and the two of them had to choose to separate in an emergency.

Chen Wen fled upwards, while Ding Wangshu ran downwards.

When she passed by one exhibition hall after another, she did not pause. While she was running away, her target was only the fourth floor underground.

As the ghost of the sculpture hall, the Broken Winged Angel actually went out to kill people, which exceeded her psychological expectations.

In this emergency, she subconsciously wanted to seek shelter.

And when it goes up is Tongguan, only Fang Shenyan goes down.

With this purpose, Ding Wangshu climbed into the fourth floor of the underground without looking back.

In the fourth floor underground, she could not find Fang Shenyan with sparse light sources and complicated roads.

While running around, she touched the door of a debris room with a lock falling to the ground and went in regardless.

Time and darkness are tormenting Ding Wangshu's mentality.

Finally, twenty minutes later, she realized that she could not hide in just one place, otherwise the chance of being found would be greatly increased.

Moreover, she thought that since she had come to the fourth floor of the underground, she might be able to take the initiative to investigate.

It is explained that unknown clues can be found, including Fang Shenyan and Feng Jiafu.

With this purpose, Ding Wangshu began to search along the well-connected passage.

But there is no intelligence and clues.

While wandering without a clue, she smelled a strong and stimulating smell and a strange "rustling" sound.

This sound is like the sound of wind and sand blowing on leaves.

But it appears on the closed underground floor, which is weird enough.

Ding Wangshu instinctively wanted to escape, but she didn't know what mentality she had, so she decided to go up and take a look.

Pointing her head out of the corner of the wall, she saw a corpse in the dark...

The light was too dark, and she could only see a black shadow lying on the ground.

The back of the corpse faces upwards, and the word "big" appears, but there is no bulge.

It was like being crushed to the ground by a road rolling mill, and it became a plane.

The strangest thing is that such a tragic way of death did not have any blood or bone scum.

Only the fragile human skin and scattered clothes allowed her to identify the identity of this corpse, Feng Jiafu.

Death suddenly and heroically appeared in front of Ding Wangshu.

So, she turned around and ran wildly, forgetting the road like a headless fly, and just wanted to leave the fourth floor underground.

When Hong Fu heard this, he frowned and touched his chin and muttered:

"Feng Jiafu is dead. Why is his death so similar to the murder method of "Stefanie's Smile"?"

Feng Jiafu's murder has become a fact. Perhaps "Stefanie's Smile" is on the fourth floor of the underground.

But where did Fang Shenyan go?

He and Feng Jiafu should always be together. If Feng Jiafu is killed, the ghost's target will obviously be aimed at him.

But why until now, Hong Fu has not found Fang Shenyan’s traces in the entire museum?

There seem to be only two possibilities left: either Fang Shenyan is still on the fourth floor underground, or he is already dead.

Or maybe there is a more terrifying third possibility...

Hong Fu's eyes rolled, and he looked at Ding Wangshu and asked blankly:

"Girl, what's the 'rustling' sound you hear?"

Ding Wangshu's eyes also had a hint of confusion. She savored it carefully and said:

"It's hard to explain, it's like the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, it's quite nice."

“Swishy…”

Almost as soon as Ding Wangshu finished speaking, a exactly the same "rustling" sound suddenly sounded in the ears of the two.

The sound came unexpectedly, and neither of them could react, and they even thought it was an illusion created by their thoughts.

But Hong Fu shivered, and he grabbed Ding Wangshu's arm and helped him up.

He pointed at the flower pot in the center of the porcelain hall, looking frightened.

On the huge flower pot, there is a handful of lotus leaves spread like an umbrella, and it sways gently in the wind.

A scarlet blood rain appeared out of thin air above, constantly pouring on the lotus leaves, making a strange "rustling" sound.

The lotus leaves seemed to absorb nutrients and became larger and larger, occupying the roof of the entire porcelain pavilion in just a few seconds.

In the eyes of Hong Fu and Ding Wangshu looking up, lotus leaves enveloped the entire exhibition hall.

On the cyan and red rhizomes, dense corpses were strewn through the ears, and their heads were hung under lotus leaves.
Chapter completed!