"I knew I was right about you!" When he saw that I agreed, he immediately slapped his thigh, so happy that he even cocked his beard. "Then it's decided! Early tomorrow morning, go upstairs to the apartment and look for me, oh yes, bring that assistant of yours, called Qin or something......"

"The first year of junior high school."

"Yes, yes, Qin Chuyi, take him."

"You haven't told me anything yet......

"Oh, yes, yes, you see I'm happy." The editor-in-chief smiled awkwardly, and suddenly saw a colleague looking at us, and immediately responded with a few sharp looks, which frightened the colleague who peeked at us and shuddered.

"I've got something taken by a ghost!" He whispered.

……

Early the next morning, I hurried to the company and went upstairs to find the editor-in-chief.

For the convenience of work, the editor-in-chief bought the upper floor of the building where the company is located and transformed it into a personal apartment. But no one had ever been to his apartment, and no one had ever come out of it. There was once a rumor in the company that the editor-in-chief was here to ** the mistress, but no one had ever seen the mistress's face, and the rumors gradually subsided with the passage of time.

The apartment was decorated in a modern hotel, and the editor-in-chief heard my footsteps and immediately opened the door for me.

"Why is it only you, your assistant?" He leaned over and looked behind me and asked.

"He's not feeling well, I'll take a look first." After that, I followed the editor-in-chief and walked in.

He pursed his lips, a little dissatisfied that I didn't bring Qin Chu over, but he couldn't say anything, and kept leading me to the innermost room. As soon as I opened the door, I almost fainted. The whole room was full of lifelike human faces.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly retreated. Leaning against the wall, he gasped violently, and his legs were a little weak.

"Alas, Xiao Wu, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you what was in it beforehand, I thought people like you weren't afraid of these things." The editor-in-chief rubbed his head embarrassedly.

"What are these......" I relieved myself and stole a few more glances into the room. The good thing is that these are masks. It's not a real face, so I'm finally calmer.

"Hey, my hobby. Collecting hobbies," the editor-in-chief looked a little proud and continued. "I collected these masks from all over the world, and it took me a lot of money. That's why it's on this scale. ”

"But my wife, like you, is afraid of this thing, and thinks that the mask is a bit evil when it is made real, so she doesn't let me put it in the house. I'll just leave it here. ”

It turns out that the editor-in-chief bought the apartment here for these horrible masks, and I gasped reads();. After all, everyone has their own unique hobbies, and collecting masks is quite normal. I can't say anything more. Reluctantly followed him into the masked room.

The décor of the room is simple, the walls are all painted gray. A nail is driven at intervals to place the mask. The nails are wrapped in a special fabric to protect the mask from harm.

After the masks on the walls were filled, several large smooth columns were made in the middle of the room, painted with the same gray as the walls, and nails were placed to fill the room with all kinds of masks. Looking at the masks in front of him, there are all kinds of masks, old and young, male and female, I only feel that my head is starting to dizzy, and the world is spinning, and I am about to commit dense phobia.

"Look, this is it." The editor-in-chief said, leading me to another pillar. "Look, there's one missing here."

I looked towards the place he was pointing, and in the dense mask of various expressions, there was indeed a void, which seemed very abrupt.

"This mask disappeared a week ago, I asked someone to check all the surveillance around here, and absolutely no one has entered this room, so there is only one possibility." The editor-in-chief is mysterious, and the expression on his face is extremely rich. It would be a pity that he didn't replace Meng Fei to preside over the truth.

"It must have been taken by a ghost!" He said, his eyes wide open, the same expression as the one behind him.

"So you want me to help you get the mask back from the ghost?"

"Hehe, that's it. Xiao Wu, you don't know how precious this noodle is. The editor-in-chief said, patted me on the shoulder, and told me this story.

He has been collecting masks for some years, has seen almost any mask, knows everything at home and abroad, and is also a well-known person in the industry. As long as he finds a style that he doesn't have in this collection room, he will buy it back immediately, no matter how much money he will receive. The news of these masks is usually obtained from some specific buyers, but this mask is different.

Many years ago, a fellow of the editor-in-chief came from his hometown, came to the door, and specially handed him the mask. According to the fellow, this mask was found by him in the mountains, and he didn't know who to give it to when he saw that there was some evil sect, so he decided to give it to him because he thought that the editor-in-chief was a well-informed collector.

According to him, the mask is embedded in the mountain. At first, the gang thought that they had dug up some stone statues, and regarded them as antiques, so they called many people to plan. As a result, only one face fell out, and there was no head or body, and there was nothing behind it. ”

When it was first dug up, the mask was covered in plaster, and it was impossible to see what it depicted. The fellow took the mask back and prepared to wash it and study whether it was an ancient thing. When he had removed all the mud and stones from his mask, he was so frightened that he almost fainted. This mask is so similar to a human being, as if it were a living person.

But a mask is a mask after all, and no matter how similar it is, it won't move. The fellow didn't put this thing anywhere, and ended up having nightmares every day. Only then did I realize that the editor-in-chief was a big man in the mask collecting industry, so I wanted to take this mask to the editor-in-chief to see if it was some evil thing.

The editor-in-chief was also shocked by the vivid mask, but he thought more about keeping it for himself, so that he could say that he bought it for a few hundred dollars, and it became one of his collections. He didn't have any nightmares, the mask had been in place for years, and he didn't remember it until it had suddenly disappeared recently.

"Do you have a picture of a mask?" I asked.

The editor-in-chief thought about it and immediately said, "Yes! One year, someone interviewed me and took a photo. I used a DSLR to shine on each mask myself. Wait, I'll look for it. With that, the editor-in-chief walked out alone, leaving me alone in the room. (To be continued.) )