I’m stuck in an old, empty folklore gallery.
Look at the beautiful guide in front of you. “Crazed dog anchor is crazy! Run! Don’t go in there! I’m sorry.
A chill came up from my heel.
“What happened to my family, why did you let me run? I’m sorry.
I asked about the camera.
“When the woman picked up your ticket, a red rope appeared on her wrist! I’m sorry.
“She’s not a staff member! She’s a fucking exhibit! It’s a museum! I’m sorry.
One.
In the square at the front door of the Moghu Folklore Museum, there was a sculptor of books.
The stone sculptor has three lines in red:
[I. Folklore displayed at the premises is mostly superstitious. _Other Organiser
[II. All-person exhibits, including, but not limited to, paper-skinners, tree-laying babies, morners, son of ropes, yellow-skin films, etc., are covered with red ropes on their right wrists. Please identify them carefully as distinct from staff members. _Other Organiser
[III. In-house visits are in the form of immersional interactive performances, with no corresponding responsibility on the part of the Library in cases of fear, stress and physical discomfort. _Other Organiser
I don’t know.
I’ve got a live feed, and I’ve got a shot of the stone.
That’s right!
I didn’t even think of it myself. I’ve heard about this folk show, I’ve come to take my chances.
Look, look, just as these three rules go into the mirror, the screens on my live air are boiling.
“What the hell, there’s a museum like this! I’m sorry.
“How can I feel a little bit confused when the anchor is safe?”
“Don’t just shoot out there. Get in there. I’m sorry.
I’m not even happy on the screen.
My name is Liu Xiao Tin, and I’m only 22 years old, an amateur anchor.
It’s the anchor who just graduated from college and didn’t get a decent job and didn’t want to eat at home.
The airtime has been cold for months, and no direction has been found, and the airroom has been cold and clear.
Until the previous two weeks, when we went back to our grandparents’ graves, we had a live broadcast, where we saw some of my folks’ stories about my home, and the local folklore stories that my grandfather had told me a few hours ago.
Many of the screens leave messages saying that my voice is so gruesome, that there are few lights on the rural night of the live, that there is no field shadow, and there are few stars in the sky that speak of the old rural folklore, which makes people feel scared and want to continue listening.
And that’s why I somehow turned into a “psychiatric” anchor.
It’s spiritual, but it’s just that there’s a bunch of metropolises, folk stories, lying about money.
And as the heat passed, my radio booth quickly cooled down.
When I couldn’t keep the powder in my head, one night, a bullet burst into my eyelids:
“Is the anchor in the capital?” There’s an exhibition hall in the northern suburbs of the city. I’m sorry.
I stomped.
I’ve never heard of a folk show here.
I didn’t think I’d get an Internet search, but it’s not just a remote place, it’s a strange name.
It’s still open 24 hours!
It’s just that there’s so little on the Internet about this gallery, and I don’t know what’s weird about what the screen says, and I decided to take the live feed and take my chances.
A dead horse would be a living horse doctor.
It took more than 20 kilometres to get to the entrance of the museum from the city road.
One get off and I’m stupid.
The door was open, but it was dark, and there was no shadow except for a few street lights that were better than nothing and barely clear.
And look at the shapes and the outside walls, they’re all very old, don’t say they’re open 24 hours, which means I’ve been closed for two, three years.
I opened the radio booth, but I started saying hello to a friend of the audience who came in sporadically, while introducing the content of today’s live broadcast.
After entering through the gate, it was a small square, in the middle of which was the stone sculpture just described.
The stone sculptor is followed by an oceanic building, three layers in total, which looks like it’s big enough to know how deep it is. The doors are all locked and there’s no light in it.
At that point, I suddenly found on the other side of the door, in the corner of the square, there was a little room with a light on it.
“Someone”?
I’m a little restless in my heart.
But when I walked to the door of the cabin, I found out that, although there were lights, there was only one window, there were iron boxes and bills on the table.
Outside the house, there was a white, grey and rusty brand.
A guide to tickets at the Mokhu Folklore Museum.
[1. The Ticket Office serves as a self-service point and no staff member offers tickets. Do not buy from any staff member. If it is found that the documents of a companion are purchased in this way, you must immediately burn them and leave the premises from an underground emergency exit. _Other Organiser
[2. The exhibit will be open at 00:00-24:00, outside this time period. _Other Organiser
[3. The Library consists of four parts, with separate bills for the different exhibition halls. The specific prices are as follows:
Traditional (dead): $5
Traditional (non-human): $6
Western Museum: $8
Modern House (under construction): $3
Package: $21
[4. The Library supports only cash payments. Please place the cash in the iron box and tore the corresponding document from the ticket book. Please do not tear the ticket free of charge or enter without a ticket. _Other Organiser
[5. Please follow the instructions on the paper and enter from the appropriate entrance, and the player who buys the ticket is guided by the order of the dead – not human – Western – modern. _Other Organiser
[6. The collection is not subject to the purchase of tickets, and should be entered at the C1 entrance after receiving the ticket stub and should be on time with the administrator. _Other Organiser
[7. Enjoy your tour at the ticket office of the Mok-Kul Folklore. ] _Other Organiser
No tickets?
I looked my head inside, and there was nothing in the cabin but empty tables and chairs and metal boxes.
There were three or four banknotes in the box and two single coins. The paper book on the side of the iron box is divided into five gills, different colours, with the first four gills marked with the words $5, $6, $8, $3 respectively, and the last gilded black paper, which can’t read the word on the top, which is probably the so-called package.
Oh, shit, I didn’t bring any cash — when was it? Not even a two-dimensional code?
After looking down at the phone, it was discovered that the number of people in the live booth was rising at a high rate with the stoned carvings at the door, and that after reaching the ticket office, countless screens were fast-brushing, even more than when they were telling ghost stories at home that night.
Follow the momentum and not take off tonight?
So I said nothing, and I decided to play most of the games.
When I reached out, I tore one off the black ticket and turned around and said to the camera:
“Boys, I don’t want to run away, I can’t even clean a two-dimensional code. I’ll come in with a set of tickets, and I’ll bring cash for the tickets tomorrow, and I’ll give you a live feed! I’m sorry.
Say, turn the back of that black ticket.
“Please enter this note at the C1 entrance.”
I looked up, and soon I found the three small buildings marked A, B, C, and then I went to the C building, and I looked down at the screen.
And it turns out, I don’t know why, it’s covered up in the air. It’s full.
No, I’m just gonna get a ticket first, and then I can’t make up.
It is hard to make amends for small things that have shaped unpopular anchors, and I want to explain two sentences and suddenly find that their focus is not at all this.
“I told you not to buy tickets from staff.” Why didn’t you buy the four tickets on the desk? I’m sorry.
“There’s nothing white?”
“Don’t you see? The black ticket he handed to the anchor? I’m sorry.
“Don’t scare me, didn’t the anchor tear a ticket off the table? I’m sorry.
“What are you talking about? You can’t see the big guy sitting in front of the table without talking, handing out a ticket to Brother Tien, with his eyes so full of shit? I’m sorry.
“There’s something in this fucking place.
What are they talking about?
Who’s in the ticket office?
Didn’t I tear a ticket off the table?
The whole heart that I saw went down and went cold in the back of the position.
Then, the next curtain attracted more attention:
“Don’t you notice, when the anchor leaves, the man sits in the window and stares at it, and doesn’t say a word. Like a dead man, I’m getting a heart attack! I’m sorry.
I looked back.
In the small window of the ticket office, a man in white, flat, national face, staring at me like he’s been sitting there, never moving.
“Fuck! I’m sorry.
I came out of my mouth and I ran.
This is fucking scary. When did that guy show up?
But I ran two steps, and I suddenly reacted.
It’s not true. I should’ve asked him what happened here.
Even if I just didn’t pay to get the tickets, I’ll just do his sweep.
Think about it, I’m going back.
And far from it, the window at the ticket office was empty, and no one saw it, as if the man had just just scared myself.
Something’s wrong.
I’m busy watching the live booth.
This time there was a lot of agreement.
“I saw that man too! I’m sorry.
“It’s what the anchor did on purpose. I’m sorry.
“Leave it to me. Those runners were better than the little meat show! I’m sorry.
“Good living 6666. I’m sorry.
So they all saw the man?
I’m relieved that I didn’t see it alone.
Just as I looked at my head, suddenly, a sound came out behind me:
“Welcome back to Mokhu Folklore. Do you have a ticket? I’m sorry.
The sound of a sudden shock, which shocked me, turned back to the entrance of the C1 Museum and found a girl in a red and white uniform, with a long cape, with a shallow smile, like a staff member, looking at me.
“Oh, oh, yes!”
I can’t believe you’re still here!
I hastened to pay my ticket, and if nothing happened, I was surprised and happy.
I know what’s going on in the comment area.
It’s not gonna happen. It’s just a little down, and there’s an orgasm on the air.
“Wonderful girl, how dare you be here at this hour? I’m sorry.
“It’s not like the dog anchor arranged it earlier, is it? I’m sorry.
“It’s a bloodbath, anchor. Where is this place? I want to see it. I’m sorry.
As I watched the rapid human growth of the live broadcast, I handed over the tickets with a good feeling. The girl reached out, picked up the black bill, looked over, seemed a little confused, looked up at me and noded:
“Please enter through the C1 entrance. I’m sorry.
She said she gave me half a body and reached out to me to get in.
I walked in on purpose, and I said to her, “You’re here alone at night, aren’t you afraid? I’m sorry.
She didn’t expect me to talk to her, but her eyes opened up a little, “I’m not alone.” I’m sorry.
“Hey, is there any other staff here? I’m sorry.
“It’s all there. She smiled sweeter and sweeter, “Remember to go in and find the administrator.” I’m sorry.
“No problem, but I don’t know much about folklore. It would be great if you could introduce me to the tour. “I don’t care what she says, I wonder if I can trick her into doing this with me.
I’m sure he didn’t run away!
She was a little surprised, and she laughed, “No, if you want me to be with you, I’ll go and ask the leader. You go first, I’ll come later. I’m sorry.
“No problem! I’m sorry.
I was happy to walk into the door, and I went in, and I looked down at the screen, and I looked for the screen full of “666” and “host.”
But what I didn’t realize was that on the phone screen, it jumped into my eyes, it was a million–
Run! I’m sorry.
Run! I’m sorry.
“Crazed dog anchor is crazy! Run! I’m sorry.
Don’t go in there! I’m sorry.
A chill came up from my heel, but I still don’t know what happened.
“What happened to my family, why did you let me run? I’m sorry.
I asked about the camera.
“The answer to my question is countless.” I’m sorry.
“Doggy anchor is really horny! I’m sorry.
“Are you crazy?”
“Don’t you see, when the woman picked you up in her hand, a red rope appeared on her wrist? I’m sorry.
“She’s not a staff member! She’s a fucking exhibit! It’s a museum! I’m sorry.
Two.
I can almost hear my own heart beating in a dark palace.
All of a sudden, there’s a hush in the back.
I looked back and found the door closed. I tried to push with my hands, but I found that the doorline was not moving, as if it was locked.
The bullet screen on the phone is still being painted:
“It’s supposed to be a little old for the anchor, but don’t tell me it’s really in place. I’m starting to feel a little hairy on my arm. I’m sorry.
“It’s not really an exhibition hall, is it a new secret room escape or ghost house theme? I’m sorry.
“I saw the letter, and the anchor just talked to that thing, and I fucking hate Bong-bong for giving him two punches, and let him run. I’m sorry.
I swallowed spit.
Of course it’s not my job.
I didn’t even notice that girl’s hands were really red ropes.
It’s just a memory. Where did you see this C1 portal?
I scratched my head, but I couldn’t remember.
Anyway, I took a deep breath and got a lot of nerve. Anyway, so many people were watching me live.
And raised their heads, and their eyes gradually adapted to the darkness in the house, so I found a small brand on the wall on the right hand, in the darkness of the shadows.
I found out it was a copper sign:
“Exposition: Ghost Blower”
[Exploitation note: People light candles, ghost blowlights, red candles have sun, white lights have shadows. _Other Organiser
What the hell is all this?
While looking down at the screen, the viewers were soaring in the air that the screens were so thin that they were so thin that they were infected by this terrible atmosphere that they could no longer go blind.
When I thought they were afraid, I was bold enough to look around and find two small stands above the sign, a red candle with big arms on the left and a little white light on the right.
“How can we fix this, folks?”
I asked about the camera.
It’s not exactly black, but it’s dark, and it’s like there’s something in there.
And as I do, there’s a lot of bullets coming out:
“Is it written on the top, people light candles, ghosts blow lights, anchors light candles? I’m sorry.
“I don’t have a fire. I can’t be blind. I’ll wait here for a while. Maybe a little girl will come in later. I said to the bullet curtain.
“What’s wrong with you? Oh, my God. I’m sorry.
“You really think it’s a man. Run. I’m sorry.
“If there’s no light, try the white light on the side of the blow. I’m sorry.
You said something about me on the screen, and you started giving me ideas.
It’s just a bunch of bad ideas, but it’s only up to the audience masters to do it, and I’ll do what they say, shoot the walls, turn the candles around and blow the white lights.
Then, suddenly, a “wow” came up, and the whole house lit up.
Not the kind of bright incandescent light, but a piece of light, in the corners of the walls, which is as soft and dim as the white light before me.
I suddenly understood the meaning of immersion in the stone sculpture.
With this museum, you really want to be a ghost house.
But don’t tell me, it’s kind of fun to do this. It’s kind of like playing the secret room.
It’s just a little bad news.
People light candles, ghosts blow the lights.
Boo!
I threw up two salivas and lifted up the camera and the viewers were ready to watch the exhibition.
There was an open area, two glass cabinets in the middle, tall and large, and there were two separate paths to the left and to the right.
There’s a little wooden sign on the left front.
[Left: Traditional (dead), Traditional (unhuman]]
Former: Modern House
[Right: Administrator’s Office]
I’m a little weird.
If you follow this sign, I’m in the West Hall.
But I remember the previous regulation saying that it was the traditional house that was supposed to be visiting.
Did I get the wrong door or did I just miss the little girl?
Also, the administrator’s office looks familiar.
Keep your head down, before you can ask questions.
“Fuck, don’t go to the manager’s office. Run. Turn left! I’m sorry.
“Why?” I still don’t get it. “And why am I here? Shouldn’t I start with the show at the Heritage Hall? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, I’m surprised. I’m sorry.
“It’s a really bad show, it’s just when the anchor blew the light. I’m sorry.
“I remember the note from the ticket office saying that the C1 door was a collection that came in. I’m sorry.
The scene was discussed in silence, and suddenly a bullet was hanging up:
“Don’t ask. The dog anchor got the wrong ticket. It’s dangerous. I’m sorry.
“Ah?”
Soon, I was asked for the screen:
“What’s going on?”
What do you mean?
“Isn’t it a package? I’m sorry.
The top of the curtain was painted again soon:
“Who told you that the black ticket was a set, and it never came up like that, did you forget where the black ticket came from? I’m sorry.
“It’s from the staff. The old man in the white coat, sitting in the ticket office! I’m sorry.
“But they’re clear. There’s no one at the ticket office! I’m sorry.
“So the dog anchor should have burned the ticket and run, but he didn’t run, he paid the ticket and went in from C1. I’m sorry.
“What does human article 6 say?” The C1 mouth is not for the visitors, it’s for the exhibit, it’s for the exhibit, and the black one is for the exhibit, and when we get back from the C1 we need to find the so-called administrator to take the leave.”
“Go ahead, anchor. I always feel like you’re gonna be in here again, and soon you’ll be in there.”
“You’ve broken the rules. I’m sorry.
I don’t know if I’m scared by this screen, but there’s been a moment when there’s no one who can talk.
I’m getting cold and sweaty on my forehead, and the more I think he makes sense.
Turning to the right, a dark passage, without seeing what the end is, without knowing if it’s my psychological effect, there’s a monster called the “manager” who’s sitting there staring at me in the cold.
“Oh, my God. I’ll run. Let’s go to the traditional house first. I’m sorry.
Even if there is evil here, the Chinese don’t hurt the Chinese. I’m sorry.
As I was saying, I walked right to the left and didn’t even want to look at the exhibit in the front glass cabinet.
Soon, I walked into a corridor on the left, which was not long, but was bending around, with red carpets on the floor, and I noticed at once that the left wall at the entrance to the corridor was covered with a white-faced red signboard.
I need to know about the Mokhu Folklore.
[1. The White Tiger Hill Psychiatric Hospital is a cooperative pro bono organization, and the final interpretation of all wage entitlements is vested in the White Tiger Hill Psychiatric Hospital. All staff members are requested to keep their medications on time and to comply with inspections. _Other Organiser
[2. Work in the Library includes cleaning, management, storage, sheltering, destruction and does not include any work with visitors. Make sure you work for the collection. _Other Organiser
[3. No staff member is permitted to disguise or directly become a collection, and the violator is immediately brought back for disposal. _Other Organiser
[4. The collections of the various exhibition halls are of different colours, and the collections are not known about their colours. Please ensure that no answer is given to questions about colour categories, whether they are collections, staff or tourists. _Other Organiser
[5. The conductor is not your colleague and you need not follow any further instructions from the conductor. Unless the directive refers to the search for his son, please stay away and report to the hospital. _Other Organiser
[6. The Modern House has not yet been built and is not open to the public, and there will not and should not be any visitors in the Modern House, leaving out the help of the lost visitors in the Modern House. Tourists don’t get lost. The lost are no longer tourists. _Other Organiser
The red rope is fake. _Other Organiser
[8. Because of the special nature of the collections in the museum, there may be any scene or presence in the museum that is familiar to you, not to believe in the family, not in the pets in the restaurant, not in the food in the restaurant, and not to be afraid of the madness in the restaurant. The staff must be safe. Unless you’re not actually a staff member. _Other Organiser
[9. In any case, if another person is seen in the mirror, across the corridor, upstairs windows or in a far-off forest, remove the uniform immediately and seek help from the administrator. In the meantime, do not respond to any calls and turn back, otherwise your safety cannot be guaranteed. _Other Organiser
[10. No tickets are required for staff members to enter the premises. Please do not buy black papers from ticketers. If you see the conductor show up, there’s no need to be nervous, you’re not the target. _Other Organiser
[11. If you are not a staff member who is reading the Regulations and arrives from the C1 entrance, make sure that you do not have any dialogue and communication with any human beings in the premises and immediately turn right to the Modern House in search of a safe exit and leave. Now! Now!
[12. If there has been an exchange, please continue to visit the premises with pleasure. _Other Organiser
[13. The White Tiger Hill Psychiatric Hospital with Mokhu Folklore Museum Manager wishes you a good job and a good life. _Other Organiser
There are some weird regulations.
But according to this, I’m supposed to be able to keep going.
It’s just that there’s something dark about it.
Looking at the cell phone, there was a live conversation, and I wanted to see what they were talking about, but suddenly, a white light from a distance went off.
At the end of the darkness behind you, the direction of the administrator’s office appears to have given rise to some low footsteps.
Shit, there’s no real psycho in there.
The entire exhibition hall looks unusual, or is it part of some kind of mental institution, together with these inexplicable regulations and incomprehension.
I don’t care if you run!
I rushed into the hallway and walked in the direction of the traditional hall.
On both sides of the corridor are the same wooden doors as the two rows of offices, where the doors are closed, with different small brands, and strangely, not Chinese, but the symbols of the bends that I cannot read.
Looks like I’m really going through the wrong door. This place is more like a staff rest area than an exhibition area.
But strangely, if the exhibition hall was open 24 hours ago, shouldn’t there be any staff here right now?
From here to now, I haven’t seen a single person except that girl.
The more you want to panic, the faster you’re going down, the less the corridor is long, and soon I get to the end of an unlocked security door.
Open the door and look carefully, and I finally take a long breath.
Finally, we’re in the normal exhibition room.
There is a circle hall outside the door, which is somewhat strange, without any display of glass cabinets, with a single sign in the middle, with the words “Traditional Hall (unhuman)” written on it, and, in addition to this door, there are six or seven rooms, surrounded by a circle of the hall, and there is a corridor that does not know where to go.
Into the hall, I lifted my handler, walked two steps to the left, came to a door and found a little wooden card on it:
“Exhibition: Not Married”
♪ I’m sorry ♪
What’s this?
Why is this stuff still in the folklore?
When I went to college, I heard about men who didn’t marry, nurses, pedagogues, bankgirls, who were also known to be flight attendants or salesmen, and who, Mr. Lin, had deliberately made it up on the Internet, deliberately attracted the eyeballs and provoked occupational discrimination, and that would make it into folklore.
When I looked at the phone, I was sure that the screen had a line of questions.
Besides, there’s a lot of other things I need to see.
“I wonder what’s in it better than why it’s here. I’m sorry.
“It can’t be a nurse, a teacher and a white-collared girl. I’m sorry.
“What the hell is this? I’m excited. I’m sorry.
“Dog hostess, come in. I’m sorry.
I’m curious to know what kind of folklore these three marriages are, and what’s in them?
Squeak, I’m holding the live feed, pushing the door, walking in.
I’m surprised there’s no nurse, no kindergarten teacher, no flight attendant.
The first thing I saw was that there was a little puppet tiger on the stand.
Red and white cotton, with gold threads on its forehead, is so lively and flexible that it’s like a doll in the country when it comes to year-rounds.
And on the left side of the platform, a sheep was chained, with his head down and chewing slowly a grass on the ground.
Why are there sheep in this room?
As if I heard the door open, the sheep looked up at me, and if nothing happened, then turned around and turned their butts on me, like food, and turned their backs on me and they kept eating.
There’s a screen coming out of the studio:
“What is all this? I’m sorry.
“Why is there still a sheep in here? Is it really alive? I’m sorry.
“Doggy anchor, look what’s on the sign! I’m sorry.
Under the pavilion, there is indeed a metal sign with a few lines.
I found out it was the exhibit in this room:
“Exhibition: Not Married”
[Exhibition note: Old words do not marry, sheep and tigers are white eyes.] _Other Organiser
What does that mean?
I looked at the screen on my phone, and the screen looked at me, and everyone looked at me, and nobody understood what folklore was.
But after all, someone soon explained:
“I know I know that we have this in our hometown. I’m sorry.
“The sheep are character, saying they can’t marry a woman who doesn’t know what to say. I’m sorry.
“Tiger is a relative and allegedly a tiger’s Keff, and marrying home is a scourge. I’m sorry.
“As for the white eyes…”
“Doggy anchor, see if there’s anything else in the room? I’m sorry.
Something else?
No, that’s it.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I turned around and tried to get the whole room clear for the live audience, but just turned around and I felt my breath stopped and there was nothing in my head.
The door behind itself closed silently.
The right side of the door, when I pushed the door before, was blocked by the wall, when a woman in a big red dress, a phoenix crown, had her whole head covered in red head, was blind, his foot was on a pair of pairs of porcelain bowls, and his body was tightly covered, except for the two wrists that appeared, white and snow, which were like milk, and a little red rope on his right wrist.
I stood there and looked at her like that.
It took two seconds to scream.
“Shit, what the hell! I’m sorry.
As I screamed back, my legs almost softened to the bottom of that weed-eating sheep, and I screamed the sheep, and the screams of one sheep screeched in this small room, and it was even more harsh.
It was on the sheep, with one hand on the stand, and after a moment, I discovered that the woman was not moving at all, perhaps just a doll, and that it took a little while to come here, while she was balming at her chest and scolding, and greeting the designer of the museum.
“It’s absolutely fucking intentional to scare tourists…”
Turning to the mobile phone, it became clear that, as my screams retreated, numerous questions and veiled dirty words had been painted on the airrooms, apparently also in shock.
And when I was as scared as I was, suddenly, a screen appeared silently over the screen.
“Leader, you’ve got to look at the past. I’m sorry.
“This woman’s left hand was stuck in the black ticket you handed in when you first entered the door. I’m sorry.
3
My eyes slowly moved from the phone screen to the left hand of a woman.
I knew there wouldn’t be anything, but I was instinctively holding my breath, fearing that I might be a little bit more moving, to disturb something that I didn’t know was a ghost.
Indeed, in the heart of the woman’s left hand, there is a wrinkled black ticket, with only one horn.
The dark corner of the ballot was as if it were an invisible hand that grabbed my heart.
I opened my mouth and found out that my voice was not knowing whether it was nervous or afraid, and that it was dumb enough to speak, and that it just sounded like a cuckoo, as if it wasn’t my own voice in this dark little room, and it was weirder.
I had the guts to cry down on women:
“What is that? Are you human? I’m sorry.
The room was dead and there was no response.
“If you’re human, don’t scare me anymore. I have a heart attack, high blood pressure. There are tens of thousands of people on the air, with their eyes on them. I’ve been scared of you. I’ll sue you for bankruptcy.
I leaned on the side of the platform, blocking most of my body, running the train with my mouth full, and even the sheep on their feet were as impatient as they could hear them, raised their heads twice, and were a little dazzling.
But the woman still hasn’t moved.
Like it’s just a doll?
I’m so consoling, I look at my phone screen.
They’re already playing in the studio, and after the initial shock, they’re not there, and they’re screaming all over the screen, laughing at each other:
“It’s too much for the anchor.” I’m sorry.
“Smoke to death, no matter who’s a ghost. I’m sorry.
“I testified to the gallery, the dog anchor fell, it had nothing to do with the girl.” I’m sorry.
Let me see your face.
Bastards!
I was angry from my heart, and I was afraid, and I was squirting with the screen:
Say I’m a bitch. You guys come here and I’ll see who comes and who doesn’t! I’m sorry.
“If I have the guts, pay for it, get rid of the Four Kings, and whoever gives me the last two captains, I’m going to take that thing off right now. I’m sorry.
I didn’t know I was saying that.
Isn’t this 128 one?
There’s so much money in the studio.
Suddenly, it seemed like I had the courage to watch a captain’s account, even the dark room seemed less scary.
It’s more fun when you see it in the live booth.
“The captain is in place. Let’s go to the dog anchor. I’m sorry.
“You’ve made so much money, you can’t lighten up, and you can take down the black ticket in your hand. I’m sorry.
“No props, no props, no props.” She’s killing the anchor! I’m sorry.
I took a deep breath when I watched the curtain go up.
It’s just a doll.
I’m the first live video of a ghost in the world!
Just give me a history book.
Fight!
Without saying anything, I took up the camera, step by step, in front of the woman, with the words “Amitah Buddha” in my heart, stretching out my hand and tearing the red head off.
I almost thought he was alive.
And when the heart was shaken, it was about to throw a girl back, and suddenly it was not right.
As if … won’t move?
I was still in a position of retreating, holding my eyes and reaching out with care, touching her face, soft, cold and flexible, but obviously not human skin, but something like silicone.
And, no matter what I do, it’s not moving, it’s standing still, it’s not even changing.
Whoo-hoo!
I’ve had a breath, but I’m not human.
Thinking about it, looking up and down at this guy.
Well done, I must say.
I didn’t say anything, but I looked in silence at the bottom of the red dress, which was a beautiful face of frosting snow, with bright eyes and sarcasm, which was even more beautiful, even though I knew it was not a living man, but I couldn’t help it.
It’s still blowing up.
“Fuck, isn’t this really alive? Don’t take advantage of it! I’m sorry.
“It’s so beautiful. You know how to do it in this house. I can’t leave a bloody book. Just put it behind the door of a showroom? I’m sorry.
While I was brushing the curtains, I watched the dolls with my last love, and I was about to push out.
But, with a hard hand, the door was not moving.
“Huh? I’m sorry.
I tried to pull again, or I didn’t react, hold the door, push back and forth, but the door didn’t mean anything.
“What’s going on? Why are you stuck inside? I’m sorry.
I’m kind of confused, looking at my phone screen.
There was also talk in the air, and I got a bad idea, and after a moment, a special bullet came through:
Do you forget what this room exhibit is? I’m sorry.
Huh?
I look back and think about the Kopp who played the curtain.
“Right, sheep, tiger, four white eyes! The sheep and the tigers have it. What’s a four-eye? I’m sorry.
I quickly turned to the audience outside of the scene for help.
We should really get a guide from this Folklore Museum, and I’m lucky I’ve got a live room, or I’m afraid I’m already lost.
It was like responding to my call, and soon, the curtain god appeared again:
“Five faces, four eyes.” And if the eyes of a human being are small, and the upper and lower sides are not connected to the eyes, and the eyes are white, they shall be white. In his face, he said that he had a narrow heart and a bad look, but his eyes were clearly not white. I’m sorry.
Strange knowledge has increased.
As I thought in my heart, looking at the eyes of dolls, as the curtain says, the eyes are big and round and very beautiful, and they are completely contrary to the so-called white eyes.
“What should I do? I can’t paint her eyes in white. I’m sorry.
I’ve been whispering, and I’ve reached out and touched my doll’s eyes and wanted to touch them.
Who knows how my hands have just touched those eyes, and behold, the eyes of the dolls, they are drawn up and down.
Shit! I’m sorry.
And when We came out, and the lightning gathered their hands, and only the eye of the doll woke up, and the eyes in it turned into a pair of heavy pupils, four eyes down, staring at me dead.
It was a beautiful doll, and it was so ugly.
I was staring at those eyes and licking my dry, broken lips.
First the ghost blows the lights, then this one doesn’t marry, and now I’m finally learning what the sculptor at the entrance of the show says, “In-house visits are in the form of immersion.”
It’s a secret room, isn’t it?
Look at this. Don’t you think you’re going to have to put the doll’s eyes in the right white eye to let me out?
This is what a fucking sociopath designer did!
I endured discomfort, reached out my hand and touched my eyes again.
…and then it gets more exaggerated.
The pupils were turned into white eyes, and there was nothing black in them, as if they were blind, and the eye was hidden, and there were filamental tears.
Call again.
Finally, a small pair of eyes I turned out, and they were not connected to the eyes, up and down, which was the white face of the screen.
That should be all right.
I turned around and pulled the door.
The door was sewn.
And when I was looking forward to leaving, suddenly something seized my horn.
My heart sank, as if it had fallen into an ice hole, and the cold almost spread to me.
I didn’t even have the courage to turn back at this moment, and I just stuck there.
A little voice came out behind me.
“…take me away…”
“The tiger ate all my meat, the sheep were killing me…”
“This is all I have left and please take me away I am not a collection…”
“I want to go home…”
It was a moment when my hair was covered in cold hair, and I did not hesitate to pull the door and the whole human head ran out.
The power to hold my horn is even smaller than I thought, and even I have no feelings, and I have no imagined resistance and attacks, and I have already washed into the circle.
I couldn’t think in time. I relied on instincts to turn around, hold the door and close the door.
I saw the last act of the dark room at the door.
And the dolls are still standing there, as if they were clouds.
It was just her face, which was supposed to be the place of her eyes, at a time when there was only a hole in a fleshless black hole.
She reached out to me a little bit.
On her onion-like fine fingertips, two round eyes of flesh were slightly upwards and were right in my eyes.
Between the five fingers, blood drops down, silk drops, drops to the ground.
And so the eyes were spread out in the palm of their hands without sorrow, as though they were looking at me in despair, with a little prayer.
Then.
Boom!
I closed the door and couldn’t push it.
4
In the circle, the light is still, only my low breath.
I’m in place and still in my head is the last scene I saw before closing the door.
What’s that?
I was so excited, I looked back at the phone screen, and there seemed to be a sound in the airroom, but more people didn’t hear anything. The curtain began to talk, but there was no doubt that, in this dark environment, the camera in my hand did not capture the moment before the door was closed for less than a second.
They don’t know what I saw, I don’t know how to explain it to them.
Is it an illusion?
It is not surprising that I have spent so long in this weird exhibition room, and if I say I’m suspicious, I have a terrible fantasy in my head.
I shook my head and tried to break that scene out of my mind.
There is an increasing influx of people on the air.
An unceasing wave of bullet curtains prompted me to continue to take them to the next room.
And the more exulted they were than they were, the more panic in my heart.
This exhibit is really not right.
It’s not a ghost or a ghost, but it’s in this space, a strange feeling bound by twisted rules, and it’s growing.
I turned my head and looked at the rooms on the side.
“Exhibition: Tree Baby”
“Exhibition: a jar of grave.”
“Exhibition: A good son.”
I don’t know.
To be honest, I have been afraid to continue with the next exhibition, or even regret the reckless intrusion tonight. If I had a choice, I’d rather give up the top of the air and find an emergency escape exit from this weird place.
As I paused in front of several of the pavilions, the audience grew impatient:
“What happened to the anchor?”
“Why are you still standing there? I’m sorry.
“Doesn’t the anchor have a problem? I’m sorry.
“Go on next, I want to see what that tree-nown baby is. It’s scary. I’m sorry.
“Go, go, go, go, go…”
The only thing I can comfort myself with a series of pushes that keep me from riding the tiger is that tonight’s live broadcast will benefit more than I thought.
And behold, in a scaffolding scribbling, there was no sign of a governor.
I’m so shocked — it’s the first such valuable gift I’ve received for so long!
Before he had the time to bow, thanks to this big brother, he was able to brush the screen first:
“Counseller, can you take a look at that room with your son? I’m sorry.
“I miss my uncle. I’m sorry.
I didn’t understand what he meant.
But the governor has it all. Naturally, the Golden Master’s father says whatever he wants.
No big deal… no big deal if it’s still that kind of shit, I’ll run out and never look in the third room again!
I went to the door of the room where the exhibit was marked “The Good Son.”
Take a deep breath and I slowly pushed the door.
The room was dark, and there was nothing to see, except a faint wind coming out of the opposite direction, cold, and even some wet water.
No light?
I was careful not to close the door, while groping for a light on the wall.
But nothing.
I slowly got out of there, and then I looked at the screen, and it was kind of hard to explain:
“I’m not going in. I just went in and you saw it. It was dark. I’m sorry.
I haven’t finished yet, but someone’s done it.
“Of course it’s dark. You didn’t close the anchor! I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
I’m a little confused. This has nothing to do with closing.
“Behind you, behind you, so big a tourist, we all saw you standing there, what were you thinking? I’m sorry.
I looked back in the direction of what was said on the screen, and it was a mistake to find that behind the big “unhuman” black sign in the center of the circle was the red fly full.
I came up and I looked at it.
“Travel information for visitors to Moghu Folklore.”
I don’t know.
What’s a sneak?
I keep looking down in red.
[1. When you see this line of words, don’t show any expression, and don’t let anyone find you seeing them. It can’t see those words. _Other Organiser
It’s right behind you. _Other Organiser
[3. Don’t be afraid, it’s been watching you since you entered this gallery. It can’t hurt you. It just wants to be you. _Other Organiser
Remember, you’re not a collection, you’re not a staff member, you’re a tourist. Visitors are guests. They always have to go home. _Other Organiser
[5. Ticketers can be trusted. The staff are all crazy. Manager Shh, let’s not mention the administrator. _Other Organiser
[6. Next, please do as I say. _Other Organiser
[7. Find an exhibition hall to enter and visit immediately. Don’t be afraid of the collections. The collections are harmless. _Other Organiser
[8. Fear of the collection will make it impossible for you to enter any exhibition hall and thus lose your way into the never-ending gallery of the museum. _Other Organiser
Then you’ll become it. _Other Organiser
[10. All exits are fraudulent. The real exit, hidden in a disguised gallery. _Other Organiser
Eleven. Enter the gallery and find my next instruction. I’ll get you out of here. _Other Organiser
[12. Remember, come on, there’s not much time left for you. _Other Organiser
You’re slowly becoming it. _Other Organiser
I grew up with my mouth.
What is all this?
A familiar cold rises from behind me, and I try to control myself and do not turn back, but I can clearly feel it, and my stiff neck and shoulder have been crawling with a creep.
I feel like I’ve got my hands full of cold sweat.
They barely turned their eyes and looked at the air and found that all the viewers didn’t see the words, but they were dissatisfied:
“What’s wrong with the anchor?” I’m sorry.
“Go to the new room! I’m sorry.
“Tourists in three lines must know that you’re looking at six months. I’m sorry.
Three lines?
I was too busy rubbing my eyes and looking back.
It’s like I’m just hallucinating and disappearing.
There’s only three big white lines on the back of that black brand:
[1. All exhibition halls of the Library will have to be closed before they can be opened. When the exhibition hall is opened, the light will be activated automatically. _Other Organiser
[2. Wherever you feel scared, scared, nervous or trapped, blindfold your left hand, raise your right hand and wave three times. The staff will come to you immediately. _Other Organiser
[3. All interactive experiences and performances of the premises are scientific and technological, and there is no need for fear or panic. _Other Organiser
I don’t know what I’m looking at right now.
But I know that if I believe in the four big words of “technologies” on this thing, I’ll be a big, big, big-ass idiot.
I’m sure there’s definitely something wrong with this museum.
And the worse news is that in this problematic exhibit, we’re trapped with a bad guy blinded by money.
That bastard is me.
I don’t know.
I took a deep breath and at this point I calmed down.
Actually, there’s no choice.
Whether the red word I just saw was a technical product or a real ghost, I should do the same thing.
It’s to leave this circle and walk into the “hello son” showroom.
What’s real in this, what’s fake… wait till I get out or get out.
5
“Exhibition: A good son.”
[Exploitation: No filial son before coming to bed, no more than three. Water son, rope son, medicine son. _Other Organiser
Even though I was prepared to go to the progress hall and close the door for a moment, the picture that appeared in front of me grew up and stayed at the door.
The dizziness of the light, spilling over the empty room.
The room is large, more than ten times larger than the previous one, and is filled with wooden chairs, welllines, stone grinding, tillage, etc., which is common to rural people.
And besides that, there’s more, there’s people in this gallery.
Paperman.
An incalculable number of old people crucified in yellow paper fills every corner of the room.
They’re standing.
Sit.
Stay down.
Even lie down.
They wear different clothes, with different faces, with smiles, with tears, with hoofs, with jobs, as if life had been set for this moment in a yellow light.
And what’s even more weird is that this exhibition is not written on a brand, but is slowly ringing in my ear.
At first, it was a childish voice. Soon, old women’s voices will come back together, and then the loud man’s voice, the low old man’s voice… They sing together at such a low level that the whole room is buzzing, like numerous bodies singing an old song together.
They sing as if they’re still smiling.
“No filial son before he came to bed…”
“The best of three sons…”
“The son of water… the son of rope…”
“I’m not happy with the medicine…”
And lo! We knew at once what was meant by a good son.
When my eyes turned to the live studio, I found that the curtains were a lot quieter, and there were only some who did not understand, and what the hell was that about asking questions.
High on the lamp with a thick line.
There’s a bowl of porridge on the table by the door.
And the dry well in the corner, the well ropes are already dead, but the wellhead is just as good and can fall into one.
And three benevolent sons closer than their own, so that they sat before me.
I slipped my fingers unconsciously through the screens of the live broadcast, and found out that the older brother who had taken me to the governor’s office and said that he missed him only hit one after I entered the room.” And then there was no word.
I don’t know what happened to his uncle, but I might guess.
I already know how to get out of this showroom without a curtain.
I looked through that old man in the hall.
Some of them wear new garments and carry food bags, and they are rich, and they clearly do not need a good son.
Some ride their grandchildren around their necks with ice-cracked gums and some with their granddaughters and their companions, and they have sons and daughters, and they have no need for pious sons.
Others were wearing glasses, reading under the light, looking at the newspaper, dressed in the middle of the hill, and in the presence of an old cadre, they were taken care of early and well, without the need for the three “sons” to be filial.
I don’t know.
So, what kind of old man do you need to find these nice sons?
I walked through these living piles of paper, looking around and looking, and finally, at the corner of the bed, holding up an old man lying on the bed, with wrinkles over his face, with pain and confusion in his eyes.
Even though I knew that it was fake, but for a moment I felt as if I had been hit in the chest by a hammer.
What is the truth behind such a false look, that despair and grayness, that a few people have not seen, and that no one remembers, that is destroyed?
But I have no choice.
It’s just an exhibition. I keep telling myself that.
So I held him up.
The paper man’s body was light, as if it had no weight at all, and I held him by the side of the lamp.
It was not so hard to walk around with the line, but it hung the neck of the old man.
I let go and look up.
As soon as I let go, the old man’s body was hanging on the rope, the line was soared and the old man’s face changed.
And so We saw, in a blind light, the face of the paper man became iron at a moment, and so on it I saw clearly, and the mouth of the paper man drew a little smile.
Following the eyes of the paperer, I turned my head and looked in the direction he looked at, and in front of the lamp was an old couple who was walking with their grandchildren, and their faces were pale and beautiful.
In this moment, the old man’s face on the street light seemed to be as sweet as his smile.
It’s like he’s finally found his best friend and never abandoned his filial son.
I can’t stand to look up again.
At this point, I forgot what exhibition hall I was in, and what I was doing on the air and on the screen, and I was like being controlled by something, and I went to the second beggar in the corner, hugged him, and then gently put him in the well.
The sound of the water blossoms.
I turned around, and I found out I didn’t know when the old people around me would turn around and stare at me.
But in their eyes there is no hatred or fear, but in their eyes there is mercy and encouragement, as if I were a kind man with these two old men and found their true place of refuge.
And the third old man was in bed with me pouring porridge.
Like some wonderful ritual, after the three old men were taken away by their sons, the rest of the old men fell on the ground, softly and softly, as if they had drained all their fine spirits, and could no longer afford their paper-made, empty bodies.
The light faded, and I heard the sound of the door in the back room.
And specifically, this time, in front of me, in the direction of the front door, the sound of the twilight came out.
This gallery has two doors.
On the other side of the door, two wooden medals were left hanging by rope.
[ Trigger: Special exhibition hall]
[Tourists entering? _Other Organiser
Is that what the red word is, the next step I leave behind?
I didn’t hesitate to walk forward to this door, push the door and walk in.
Then, the next second, my feet were empty.
I fell down.
And at the last moment of the fall, I turned back in vain, and saw, on the back of two brands, two other words written in black and red.
The black words are:
“Exhibition: a jar of grave.”
And on the other red brand is the exact same twirling font I saw before:
– Hey, hey, hey. I’m sorry.
Six.
In the darkness, I felt my body falling without stopping.
There seems to be some whispering around, and I tried to listen to it with my ears up, but it stopped at a meaningless noise.
It’s like a few different voices are arguing, some sharp, some low, but I can’t hear a word of what they say, but I hear their arguments, and sometimes they’re laughter.
I feel like I’m being pulled far away, like I’m forgetting where I am and what I’m doing.
And as I was about to descend into this sea of chaos, suddenly some voices that had never heard of were pierced by thick walls, and now in my mind.
Dog anchor! I’m sorry.
It’s not going to happen! I’m sorry.
Shall I call the police? I’m sorry.
The anchor wakes up! I’m sorry.
Radio?
Right, I’m a anchor.
What was on the air today?
It’s like a story.
No, no, it’s a place…
What’s the folklore Moghu Folklore?
And?
The red rope on the wrists of the white-blooded four-white eyeballs, the numerous yellow-paper-stamped elderly, were generally turned around in my mind.
The last memory is on that wooden sign:
“Exhibition: a jar of grave.”
I remembered everything.
It was as if my mind had been ripped off by some rope, and my whole body had fallen like a piece of iron, as if it was going to float off the body’s soul, and it had been pulled down again, and it had been thrown back into my body with a whole body, with a bang, and it fell all over the grass.
I opened my eyes and I saw a party well.
The light of light, which is not bright enough, shines from above the well, and is even darker in the grave of the jar. I realized that I was in the room on top of it, and my foot emptied it, and fell down.
Son of a bitch, what show would make a grave that was empty?
I can’t help but be afraid of a moment of anger and pain. The grass is thick and soft, but it’s dizzling.
Under the dim lights, the light on the cell phone screen on the side of my foot seemed so gruesome that I sat up and picked it up and looked at the screen.
It’s not my illusion.
The voices I just heard in my head are really being painted on my screen.
I looked at the top of the phone and showed “24:01.”
It’s past 12?
I was so surprised that I remember coming in at 7 o’clock, that I felt like I had less than an hour.
No, I’ve been unconscious for a long time now.
Touch my head. I’ll say hi to the live audience so they don’t worry.
When they saw me wake up, it became clear that the atmosphere was happy.
But soon I found out that, according to the screen, I just fell down and fainted for a short while, probably not even five seconds, and woke up.
How come it’s so late?
I began to feel something familiar about me, and then I remembered, crawling down the grass, looking around.
I’ve never heard of it, but of course it’s hard not to reverse the curtain, and soon someone began to explain it to me on the air:
“As it is also the case in the countryside, if the family cannot afford an old man, dig a hole in the mountain, and then leave a small hole, like an empty jar. I’m sorry.
“The children of the family hanged the elderly with rope and then brought water and food, in which the elderly lived. I’m sorry.
“When the children stop feeding, the elderly die of hunger. I’m sorry.
“Then some time later, the sons and daughters came back and filled their seals, and this canal became a real grave.” I’m sorry.
After reading the explanation, I understand.
No wonder the special exhibition hall as a filial son was connected together, both of which were similar cruel folklore.
Such practices as the abandonment of old people in the desert mountains are not uncommon, such as the vagabond grave, the cuisine, or Japan’s Xinsan Festival, which have been similarly documented, as well as the frequency of old wars and low productivity and, in the case of disasters, the food of Iiko, not to mention the elderly.
I took a look at this canal and tried to find a way out of it.
Now that it’s a showroom, not a trap, and I’ve come all the way here to figure out some of the potential rules of the house — every one of them looks weird and scary, but there’s a way out, and it’s just a lot of grotesque and hard to imagine.
The grave of the jar is not large, about 10 squares around it, there is a weed in the middle, and there is a bowl of chopsticks, and there is nothing else, and the whole room is empty, and nothing can be seen except the faint lights of the well.
I’m going to hold my hands and continue to interact with the live booth while I try to see if there’s anything special in the room.
Suddenly, the curtain began to remind me.
“Leader, there’s something on the wall! I’m sorry.
When I was too busy following the instructions of the curtain, I came close to the wall and found that the whole room was not a traditional quadrilateral or a circle like a jar, but rather a distinctive octopus with a small hole on each of the eight walls, which seemed to be for air.
And this wall that I have in front of me, it’s a big yellow paper, and it’s written in white, and I’m close, and it’s fluorescent with my cell phone, so I can see the writing.
The Mo Lake Psychiatric Code.
The four words “psychological hospital” were cut off, and the five words “extreme halls” were written on the side, and the patient’s code was cut off, with the words “reception regulations”.
This place used to be a mental hospital?
I suddenly got a flash of light in my head, and I finally realized why I’ve never heard of this gallery, but I’ve been feeling a little familiar.
This place is really not a folklore gallery. “Mo Lake” is the name of our oldest mental institution when we were kids.
It’s just that the name is so old, it may have been 15 years ago, when the kids came together and they said, “Get you out of Mok!” “It means you’ve got a problem with your head and you’re going to a mental hospital.
Later, it appeared, according to the adults, that the hospital had been closed down and had been bought by some hospital in the city next door.
I didn’t think I’d come to this mental institution myself after all these years, and what the hell is this?
Remembering all the irregularities that I heard about this mental institution when I was a kid, I felt a little chilly.
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t stay here for another second.
On the other hand, I look down at the Collection Regulations.
[1. All collections in the premises are subject to the arrangements of the administrator, who shall have the right to destroy any collection that attempts to escape, self-harm or insubordination. _Other Organiser
[2. For purposes of identification, the collections of human beings in the premises are covered with red ropes on their right wrists in order to distinguish them from staff members. _Other Organiser
[2-1 Supplementary regulations: no staff members have been present since 2021.2.21. ] There is only a collection. The preceding article shall be abolished. Administrator announces. ♪ This one’s a little gray, in the middle of two, three stitches ♪
[3 and more than 10 items may open separate collections. Current collections:
Traditional (non-human): 20/21
Traditional (dead): 45/47
Western Gallery: 11/11
Modern House (forthcoming): 9/9)
[4. There are no ticketers in this house, and any collection is strictly forbidden to contact a ticket salesman. It is strictly forbidden for any collection to become a ticket salesman. _Other Organiser
[5. The premises are not open to the public but are for collection purposes only. There are no visitors to the premises, and if the newly arrived collection mistakenly considers itself to be a visitor, the rest of the collection is obliged to inform them. _Other Organiser
However, it appears that there was a second half of the regulation, but the paper was torn from the middle and left behind when it was attached to the wall.
In addition to the regulations, there are many crooked red characters in the blank part of yellow paper:
“2022.3.11, I see staff. I’m sorry.
“It’s true that there’s a staff member in the house. I’m sorry.
“Does the conductor seem different from the old days? I’m sorry.
“Beware of his son. I’m sorry.
“When will the Modern House be built?”
“Is the administrator still there?”
“Is there really an administrator in the museum? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I don’t know what this is about.
It’s already blown up.
“Damn it, the dog anchor isn’t going to be a collection! I’m sorry.
“What do you mean no tourists?” It’s no wonder I’m not mad at you at all…
“There was an eye down there. I’m sorry.
“The Mo Lake Psychiatric Hospital? I heard it when I was a kid! I mean, how does that name sound familiar? I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God, is this museum built by a mental institution? I’m sorry.
“It’s not necessarily a retrofit, it’s probably a mental institution now…”
I’ve watched the scenes get more and more, and I wonder if there’s news coming out, and there’s no backsliding on the air, and there’s so much going on, coming from 1w, 2w, when I first came in, and looking at a little bit of a 10w, 20w… and the whole live room seems to have turned into a live party to discuss the real face of this weird Moghu Folklore exhibition.
They’re talking on the screen, but I’m the only one who’s really stuck here, facing everything.
And behold, the curtain was brushed in waves, and suddenly We struck a cold in the shadows.
Wait.
There was just a curtain saying something.
– Eyes?
Where’s the eye?
I was bowing.
I can’t believe I don’t know when I’ve got an eye from outside. Up there, staring at me without blinking.
It’s not white eyes, there’s no blood, there’s no blood, there’s an ordinary eye, big, round, with a little childish look, and it’s very curious.
I did not let go of the slightest laxity, but was immediately full of vigilance.
What’s this?
Staff, collections, managers?
I lost my trust in everything in this house.
Whatever happens, it can drag me into an incomprehensible, inexhaustible abyss.
Besides, at such times and places, there’s suddenly a child party. It’s weird enough to look at me from the side of the jar outside.
And when I didn’t talk, suddenly, a child’s voice sounded:
“Are you lost? I’m sorry.
I was wrongly looking at that eye and the instincts noded.
“What house do you live in? I’m sorry.
The baby’s voice is again asking.
“I don’t live here. I’m a tourist. I’m sorry.
“Heigh-hee, no tourists. I’m sorry.
Listen, I’m talking to the wall, and I’m getting a cold air in the air, and I’m totally mad at this horrible environment.
I was busy putting up the camera so that they could see the eyes on the wall.
Eyes across the hole blinked and blinked, like thinking about something.
After a while, he suddenly said:
“Well, I’ll open the door and let you out. Find your way home. I’m sorry.
I’m happy, I’ve got a breath.
No matter who the child is, at least be a reasonable person.
Just let me out of here.
Soon, a wall on my left hand stunned, and then moved slowly and slowly, with a dark door open.
I went out through the dark door with my cell phone.
Outside the door was a concourse, but unlike before, it was a much bigger room, which appeared to be empty, surrounded by all kinds of pavilions and doors, with only one corridor facing the other, without knowing where to go.
In the middle of the hall, the sign is the “Traditional Hall of Death”.
It’s no longer an inhuman place?
I blinked and reacted, so it seemed that the dead house was just below the non-human building, so I came out of this door when I fell from the pit of the canister.
I looked around, but I didn’t find the kid who let me out, and I wanted to thank him, and by the way, it seemed like I was on my own.
Think about it, I’ll close the door and find out where the exit is.
But suddenly, I saw the rest of it, as if something was wrong.
Keep my head down, I looked at it very carefully, and then again, which confirms that there are no holes in this door.
But it’s not. There’s holes in the eight walls of the canister. I’ve counted them. This dark door was one of the walls.
I was busy looking at both sides, but I found the whole house flat outside, without any sign of an air hole.
Strange.
I went back and walked back into the jar.
That eye was still there, no, not so much there, but seven holes that were not there, and three or four of them were there.
“What is it? What are you looking for? I’m sorry.
The baby’s voice is ringing again.
My face was blue, and I didn’t say anything, and I ran out of the door, and then I closed it.
Outside the door, on the walls of the cabin, it remained as smooth as ever.
Damn it, I should have thought of it…
That little hole, there’s no one out there. It’s those eyes, they’re all on the wall!
The eight walls of this canal are full of children’s eyes!
As if I had discovered a secret, and as soon as I seized the door, suddenly the light was dim and the whole gallery was as though it had been a shock.
Then the door around the circle opened, slowly, silently, one by one.
My pupils shrunk.
And in the live room, the screen was also painted wildly.
What the hell happened? I’m sorry.
“What’s going on?”
“Don’t rush. Look at the time. What time do you have? I’m sorry.
What time is it?
I looked at the top right corner at 24:07.
Twelve o’clock.
– Wrong.
– Wrong.
– No! No!
A rule at the door of the ticket office, flashing through my mind.
The opening hours of this exhibition…
Fuck, run!
I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I ran across the only corridor.
Soon, my figure disappeared in a darkness at the end of the corridor.
7
When I found out there was something wrong in this corridor, it was five minutes after I ran like a fly without head.
Even the screens of the live air are starting to shock me from being with me, and gradually becoming astounding to me.
“Where did you learn this body? I’m sorry.
“Cow, can you run while screaming for five minutes without rest? I’m sorry.
“The human being and the human body cannot be put together, and the anchor is in a state of great fear…”
I look at the laughter in the screen and I look more and more blue.
And they’ve seen it like a ghost house on the screen, and I’ve been scared to jump up and down, and I’ve had a lot of fun, and the more anxious I get, the more they think I’m doing my job, the more happy.
I’m the only one who knows that there may be no ghosts in this haunted house, but there may be something a hundred times worse than ghosts.
Those voices never got out of my back.
I can hear them, just like they can smell me.
I don’t know.
Ten minutes later, I breathed and leaned against the walls of the corridor, like a salted fish that had been thrown ashore, and my eyes became desolate.
For a fat house that’s been lying in a dormitory for a long time, and that’s where it’s going to be a live home after graduation, this 10-minute long run almost cost me half my life.
Even worse, I seem to have run for nothing.
I should’ve thought of that. How could there be a corridor for me to get out of here?
On the corner of the wall there was a small copper sign.
“Exposition: Ghosts against Wall”
[Exposition presentation: If you are stuck in this corridor, please speak out to the staff immediately and I will be there immediately. _Other Organiser
I don’t know.
According to the curtain, this was the seventh time that I had passed by the sign, and they had already found something wrong, but I had been running and yelling at it, and I had come up with a few reminders, and I had quickly lost it in the waves of the curtains, so that I had not found this secret until now, when I had softened my legs and collapsed on the wall.
– This corridor is not exactly the way out.
It’s just a special showroom.
A showroom to show “Ghost against Wall.”
I can’t believe this shit.
God knows what I’m calling?
Tired and afraid I leaned against the wall as if my legs were filled with lead, and a heart almost fell into the ice.
It’s too late for me to escape.
I don’t know what the time rule is, but it’s clear that the “24:17” is not a reasonable time point.
It is not even in the “0:00-24:00” hours of the exhibition.
I can clearly feel the movement in the museum.
At this “time point” outside of business hours, all the collections became free.
I can’t imagine the scene of a hundred-ghost nightingale in this house, but I can’t believe it’s time. This collection can’t go out like the others.
The noise resonates in my ears, as if something was looking for me, and it smelled me and wanted to stay here with me.
I’m not talking anymore. I’m not talking anymore.
I put my cell phone around and I watched silently the still-discussed scene of the live broadcast.
And in contrast to my fatigue and fear, there was a high level of excitement in the air.
Because they saw it with their own eyes. Ghosts against walls.
They did not see the white-eyed flesh-and-blood dolls, nor did they see the dead of the parchment of their son, nor did they fall down on the graveyards, nor did they hear the whispers of those eyes. The ghost-throwing of this room, which I will never be able to walk out of, was the first thing that they could not understand tonight.
More and more captains, governors and even governors have painted it on the screen, and they have asked me not to sit down and let me go, and they want to see if ghosts can’t get out.
This evening, the gifts and gifts that I have reaped are the income that my family has worked hard for a year, perhaps to earn.
But what is the price?
I held the wall and I was standing up.
I’m an anchor. I don’t have a choice.
As long as I’m still in front of the camera, I have to follow every order of the audience.
I’m going to keep moving.
One step, two steps, three steps… In this wall-fighting corridor, I gradually forget how long I have gone.
Whenever I can’t hold back and try to stop, the curtain always brushes up gifts and rewards, as if they were carrots hanging in front of donkeys, and as if they were the whips that were so relentless that I had to move on.
Walking like this, every step I take is like an end in itself, makes me a little more human.
Even at the beginning, the sound of saying that it was a much longer corridor had been completely silenced, because the length of that corridor might have exceeded 5,000 metres by the time I walked.
I don’t know.
At last, it was not known how long before a small door appeared at the end of the distance.
Wow, the whole studio is boiling.
I can’t believe I walked out of this fucking wall!
I was running and crawling in front of that door.
There’s still a little sign on the door.
[Special exhibit: Question rice]
[Exploitation note: Ghosts against walls, please God. _Other Organiser
I waited and opened the door.
Unlike the previous room, the door was a soft light, with a pottery pottery at the centre, full of rice with white flowers. There are two chopsticks, three fragrances, lying on the side.
This time, I know what this is, without a curtain.
Ask Mi-Chai to pass on a thousand-year-old gift from God.
I walked in front of the rice pot, reached out my hand, gently squished a rice.
The grain of rice is thin, the crystal is clenched, as if it were running water, and it’s coming down between my fingers.
The scene is even more emotional:
“Damn it, it’s a lie. You’re not gonna be blocked in the air! I’m sorry.
“Come on, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a ghost fight. I’m sorry.
“Let him please, let him please!”
“It’s a bit of a bad place to ask Mi-jin what to ask. I’m sorry.
The growing sense of anxiety keeps my heart pounding.
Some strange instinct tells me that you can’t ask, and once you do, things will never come back.
But I suddenly seemed to realize.
– These things have happened since the moment I walked in.
I put my phone on the stand, I was facing me, and then I pulled back two.
The camera is facing my face, my body. And for the first time since tonight, I’ve been on the air so completely.
I watched the viewers on the radio and waved at them laughing.
But they’re like they’ve seen the worst thing:
“What are all these things on your hands, your neck, your head?” I’m sorry.
Fuck! Fuck! Why is the anchor being held by a black wire? I’m sorry.
Not hanging, holding! Watch behind the anchor! Something’s in the dark! I’m sorry.
What black line?
What are they talking about?
And I bowed my head blindly and suddenly found a place which I had never noticed on the way, and on the wrists of my two hands were indeed bound to two thick black lines.
The black pen went straight up, like from the ceiling.
I looked up, and I saw the last scene.
I wonder when the ceiling of the grounds is crawling with a dark monster that is crawling, with black hairs, half of the swamp mud. It’s so big, almost ten times as big as mine. My hands, my feet, my neck, my black line, it’s falling down from its body, and it’s as if it’s infinity, not just on the ceiling, but in the darkness behind me.
I’m just a puppet with a human face.
When I realized that, I found out that my hands and feet began to move on their own.
Under the black line, I reached out, picked up chopsticks, gently stuck over the rice basin.
Two chopsticks straight, as if they were burnt.
Then I took up the fragrance fire and bowed.
And lo! the fragrance of the head was ablaze, and then a Mars was lit up, and there was no fire, and there was smoke.
It was clear that the airtime was out of control, and the scenes of a crazy influx were almost stuck to the entire cell phone screen.
I looked at these “audience masters” who drove me all the way, and suddenly said something.
The tone of the traditional Northeast is vague, and the sound of my mouth is getting sharper and heavy, and in the end it’s as if three, four, five and six different people were singing together in my body.
The smoke is increasing, and almost the entire room is becoming cloudy.
And as soon as Our voice reached its highest, behold, a sound and the door opened.
This little room, it’s a two-way street.
The other door, right behind this table, is right against the door when I came in.
At that point, the door was opened, and one person stood at the door, with no confidence in me.
Liu Xiaoxian.
I still have a scent in my hand, smile a little, look at him.
And he looked at me like he looked at each other in the mirror.
“Who are you?” His voice was shaking, his fingers were on me, and his voice was dumb and he said, “Why is my phone on your hand? I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer him.
I’m getting tighter and tighter, and I feel like I’m melting.
And at this moment, I realized that my body was “going” to a cell phone on the platform, and that it was so tightly wrapped in the air that it was embedded in the body.
And as if the light had returned, suddenly I understood everything.
I was deceived.
We were all fooled.
From the moment I stepped in, I was made up by this monster behind me.
I’m not really Liu Xiao Tin.
But it’s too late.
A flower in front of my eyes, some kind of cold metallic taste, stuffed in my head.
9
Darkness creeps in darkness.
There is no light in the exhibition hall and there is no light in the exhibition hall.
The only thing we need here is rules.
The conductor has the rules for the conductor.
There are staff rules.
Tourists have tourist rules.
There are rules for the collection.
I… have my rules.
I took back the black line that had fallen on my body, and the collection was finished, and that material was not important.
The only thing that upsets me is that this evening, almost at the door, I lost my job.
The damn ticket salesman… with the same face as his father, he’s so damn bad that he’s always trying to mess up my collection.
No father loves me as much as he loves me.
I don’t like him.
I went up to the Death House, passed the non-humans, then headed west, and then I went back to the hall of the Modern House.
The sign in the hall is still standing.
But I don’t need to see it.
Ha ha ha.
Who’s in their house and needs a map.
And We groaned low and dumb, and with eight of my mouths and seventy hands, We crawled silently into the dark side of the right.
Although there were some accidents, I’m in a good mood now.
After such a long delay, the last collection was finally assembled to open an exhibition.
Who doesn’t like to show off their most valuable collections for their friends?
The end of the darkness is a large, comfy bedroom.
I pushed in.
It’s been an interesting night. It’s been a long time.
Mok Lake has become so boring lately.
Just after all the staff… turned into collections…
At this moment, the door of the exhibit was closed silently.
Moonlight was taken from the window.
On the second floor, in the room of the Modern House, a familiar figure sits on the stage.
He was wearing a familiar T-shirt, with a familiar bird’s nest, with a face that nobody knew.
To be precise, that can no longer be called a face.
From the forehead to the top of the lip, most of the pieces were supposed to be where Liu Xiaotien’s face was, at a time when it was embedded in a quadrilateral phone, where the screen was still blinking, where countless bullet screens were running, but the top right corner was always marked with 99.9 w.
As if no one could escape from the live room.
It’s like getting out of Lake Moe without an exhibition.
And at the bottom of that face, the only mouth that still has some human flesh and blood, at a time when it’s on a low ground.
If you listen carefully, as if you can still hear him, he keeps repeating:
“…run…
“…run…
“…the administrator has gone mad long ago…”
The end–
Record number: YXA1MKQ46fL6PEDNDIDDG
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
