Treacherous Collector

Chapter 2 The Ghost Story Museum

Lu You opened the door of the taxi, stepped in, and sat down on the back seat, panting, and said to the driver, "No. 180, Fushou Road."

The driver spoke with a Northeast accent, pulled down his sunglasses, and showed a surprised expression: "Brother, what are you doing at that evil place where you clap your hands at night?"

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

The fatigue of the journey made Lu You, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, just want to sleep for a while with his pillow on the car window.

But the driver brother obviously didn't think so.

"Where do you live, old friend? Let me tell you, my brother, there are unfinished buildings around Fushou Road. No one has lived in them for a long time. There was a serious car accident on that road. During the holidays, there are always family members going to Cross Road. Burning paper and lighting incense is very bad luck!"

The veins on Lu You's temples were throbbing, but he didn't reply.

But the driver brother is still rambling.

Lu You slightly opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes to look at the driver's face in the rearview mirror.

The tiredness subsided slightly, and Lu You became more interested. It stands to reason that he is extremely interested in the rumors in the market. If Fushou Road is so famous, it is impossible for him not to have heard of it.The driver must know something.

"Master, do you know where I am going?"

"No. 180? I heard that it's a small museum. It has some weird things in it, women's high heels, paintings of neuropathy, everything. Well, it's all kinds of strange things. I wanted to go and see it before, but I haven't been there yet. I didn’t go to see the work that ran over there.”

"Have you met the boss there?"

"Then you are really asking the right person. As a fellow villager, I went to the area to solicit customers. I picked up a couple at the intersection of Fushou Road and Provincial Highway 307. They claimed to be collectors and opened a private exhibition hall nearby. You said that the private exhibition halls near here are only their No. 180 one."

"and then?"

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

"Hey, that's really weird. How can someone run there in the middle of the night. What's even more strange is at the back. After the couple arrived, they told my fellow townsman that they had no money and paid the bill with a piece of jade. My fellow townsman is in this kind of place. I was scared at first, and the couple's pale complexion was really scary, so I didn't pursue the taxi fare of tens of dollars, and ran away quickly after collecting jade."

"After that, he seemed to be in a daze. He kept yelling at everything and couldn't be frightened. He didn't recover until his family found out and sold the jade. I told these things."

Lu You rubbed his throbbing temples. This was the first time he heard any information about his parents other than greeting cards.

"It's here, brother, get out of the car, 35 yuan."

Lu You took out the money and handed it to the driver, and opened the car door. What came into view was a dilapidated independent building. Faded Baroque sculptures walked hideously on the doorposts. The dark rotten moss and vines gave life to these sculptures. It was as if they were poised to strike at any moment.

The glass window of the rusty iron door was covered with dust, the taxi drove away, and a gust of cold wind was blown up; the street lights were dim, Lu You bravely walked to the gate, took out a tissue and wiped the window, it was pitch black inside, and there was nothing to see not see.

He took out the key from his bag, and slowly inserted it into the keyhole. It was an old-fashioned padlock, which seemed to be rusted, and the turning process was laborious.

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

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

The display case was empty, and there was nothing of value.

With the help of the flashlight, Lu You found the switch and opened it.All the lights in the exhibition hall were turned on, which was extremely dazzling.

"Fuck, no one has used it for 800 years and the power has not been cut off?" Lu You, who was shaken, complained.

The interior decoration of the exhibition hall is different from the exterior, and there is no baroque boldness and nobility.The elegant and low-key Rococo style is combined with the weirdness of the Gothic style to create a sense of dream that is out of reality.

The overall color tone is mainly beige and brown, with brownish red embellishments; a large number of strange wooden carvings are used as decoration.The dome is made of colorless transparent glass, giving people a solemn feeling.

It is clear that the former owners here seem to have favored European art from the 16th to the 18th centuries.

With a muffled "bang", Lu You's eyes went dark and he passed out.

"Old man Lu, you murdered me!"

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

(End of this chapter)