Chapter 2: The Museum of Strange Stories

Lu You opened the taxi door, stepped in, sat in the back seat, and said to the driver breathlessly: "No. 180 Fushou Road." ”

The driver spoke in a northeastern tone, pulled down his sunglasses, and showed a shocked expression: "Little brother, why are you going to such a wicked place so late?" ”

"Find an old friend." Lu You didn't bother to explain, and spit out five words a little impatiently.

The journey was tiring, so Lu You, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, just wanted to sleep well in the car window.

But the driver's eldest brother obviously didn't think so.

"What old friend live there? Let me tell you, brother, there are unfinished buildings around Fushou Road, no one has lived in it for a long time, there has been a major car accident on that road, and there are always family members who go to the crossroads to burn paper and light incense during the New Year's holidays, and they are very unlucky! ”

Lu You's temples were beating and he didn't reply.

But the driver's eldest brother is still chattering.

Lu You opened his eyes slightly, narrowed into a slit and looked at the driver's face in the rearview mirror.

The tiredness subsided slightly, Lu You came to some interest, it stands to reason that he was extremely interested in the rumors, if Fushou Lu was so famous, he would never have heard of it. This driver must know something.

"Master, do you know where I'm going?"

"Number 180? I heard that it is a small museum, which has a collection of some strange things, women's high heels, neurotic paintings, everything, wow, all kinds of strange things, I wanted to see it before, but I haven't been running there to live, so I haven't seen it. ”

"Have you seen the boss there?"

"Then you really asked the right person, my fellow villagers used to solicit customers to run that area, and picked up a couple at the intersection of Fushou Road and Provincial Highway 307, they claimed to be collectors, and opened a private exhibition near here. You said that the private exhibition hall near here, isn't it just their 180th? ”

"And then?"

"The two of them begged the driver to take them to the Jinling South District Cemetery." The driver pushed his sunglasses down and looked at Lu You in the rearview mirror again.

"Hey, it's really weird, how can someone run over there in the middle of the night. What's even more strange is that in the back, after the couple arrived, they told my fellow villager that they had no money and used a piece of jade to settle the account, my fellow villager was already afraid in this kind of place, and the couple's pale face was really terrible, so they didn't pursue the fare of dozens of yuan, and quickly ran away after collecting the jade. ”

"After that, he seemed to be stunned, and he couldn't stop screaming at everything, and he couldn't be frightened a little until his family found out and sold the piece of jade, and he got better, and he met me some time ago and told me about these things."

Lu You rubbed his temples throbbing suddenly, this was the first time he had heard a suspected message about his parents other than a greeting card.

"It's here, brother, get out of the car, thirty-five dollars."

Lu You took out the money and handed it to the driver, pushed the car door, and saw a dilapidated independent building, faded baroque carvings roaming hideously on the doorposts, dark decayed moss and vines giving life to these carvings, as if they were ready to pounce at any moment.

The windows of the rusty iron doors were covered with dust, and the taxi drove away, a cold wind rolled up; The street lamp was dim, Lu You boldly walked to the door, took out a tissue and wiped the window, it was pitch black inside, and he couldn't see anything.

He pulled the key out of his bag and slowly inserted it into the keyhole, an old-fashioned padlock that seemed to be rusty and laborious to turn.

"Squeak~" The iron door made a sharp sound, and Lu You turned on the flashlight and shone into the room.

The display cabinets are neatly arranged in the exhibition hall, and the left side of the iron door is against the wall is a bar, and you can vaguely see the three big characters pasted on the ticket office next to the bar.

The showcases were empty, and there was nothing of value.

Lu You borrowed the light of the flashlight to find the electric switch and pull it open. All the lights in the pavilion were lit up, and it was extremely dazzling.

"Damn, no one has used it for 800 years and there hasn't been a power outage?" Lu You, who was shaken, complained.

The interior of the pavilion is different from the exterior, and there is no baroque grandeur and extravagance. The combination of Rococo elegance and low-key Gothic eeries creates a sense of a dreamlike detachment from reality.

The overall tone is mainly beige and brown, with brown and red accents; A large number of wooden eerie carvings are used as decoration. The dome is colorless and transparent glass, giving it a solemn feel.

It is clear that the owners of this place once seemed to have a preference for European art from the 16th to the 18th centuries.

With a muffled "bang", Lu You's eyes turned black and he fainted.

"Old man Lu, you assassinate me!"

This was Lu You's last thought before he passed out.