"What are you looking at?" Jiang Cheng asked Fatty.

Fatty was walking when he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and looked in the direction they had come from. His expression was strange. After a moment, he whispered, "Did...did you guys feel anything?"

"No," Huai Yi said.

His words made everyone tense.

Jiang Cheng carefully examined their surroundings but found nothing strange. He urged, "Let's get out of here first."

Led by Jiang Cheng, they quickly found the sculpture classroom.

It was at the end of the second-floor corridor, just around the corner, not far from the restroom.

Two sculptures stood in front of the sculpture classroom door.

The sculpture on the left was a woman with her head slightly raised and her right arm held high, supporting a bird.

Jiang Cheng guessed that the sculpture symbolized peace, and the bird was a dove of peace.

The sculpture on the right was a man, his muscles bulging, giving a strong sense of power.

His head was slightly lowered, staring at his hands, which tightly gripped a hammer. One end of the hammer was blunt, and the other was sharp, giving it a realistic texture.

Wang Qi examined both sculptures but didn't seem to find anything strange.

"Look here," Shen Mengyun suddenly said, pointing to the door.

Unlike the decorations in the art hall, the sculpture classroom door looked old.

It was a dark wooden door, a double door, and when touched, it felt rough with many dents, as if hard objects had frequently bumped against it.

The doorknob area also had scrape marks.

Pushing the door open, an indescribable smell wafted out, like something that had been left for a long time and had gone moldy.

Fatty knew nothing about sculpture. He thought the sculpture classroom would be fancy, but it wasn't much cleaner than the construction site where he worked.

The floor wasn't tiled; it was just a simple, dark cement floor. There were several small, square tables with unfinished sculptures on them.

Buckets, spray bottles, large sheets of plastic, and some materials used for sculpting were scattered on the floor.

On the other side, against the wall, were many finished sculptures.

Because of the dim light, they were shadowy. Some finished sculptures were wrapped in clear plastic, which looked eerie at first glance.

They looked like corpses wrapped up after being murdered.

Jiang Cheng walked to the area near the back of the door, where there were several bamboo baskets that looked at least seven or eight years old based on their wear and tear.

They were genuine antiques.

Jiang Cheng reached into a basket and took out a tool shaped like a sickle.

But it wasn't as sharp as a sickle, and the front end wasn't bladed, but it was much thicker.

Jiang Cheng swung it around a few times but didn't seem to grasp the essence of the tool. After thinking for a moment, he turned and called Fatty over.

Fatty stood there, watching the doctor holding the sickle with a serious expression, circling him.

He would stop from time to time and gesture with it near the back of his head.

After about a minute, Jiang Cheng finally smiled with satisfaction.

Seeing Jiang Cheng, everyone else went to choose a weapon that suited them.

Huai Yi chose a metal nail, about 10 centimeters long, with a sharp tip.

Wang Qi took an iron hook with a curved end, similar to the ones they used to hook corpses in the medical building.

Shen Mengyun had a leg injury, so she only took a blunt knife for self-defense.

Then everyone looked at Fatty, who was almost buried in the basket. After a long time, he finally pulled something out from the bottom.

Everyone was surprised to see that it was a very brutal-looking iron hammer.

The handle was wrapped with layers of hemp rope, and there seemed to be bloodstains on it.

"Brother Fugui..." Huai Yi swallowed and suggested, "Are...are you sure you want to take that? Won't it be too heavy?"

Fatty casually swung it around. "I think it's okay. It makes me feel more secure."

After a moment, he stopped, looked at the hammer in his hand, and his eyes became strange, as if searching his memory. He whispered, "And I don't know why, but when I see this hammer, I feel...I feel very close to it."

If anyone else had said that, Huai Yi would have thought they were crazy, but Brother Fugui was a formal member of the Scarlet Team. He could understand if he felt close to ghosts, let alone a hammer.

"Maybe...it's not the hammer you feel close to, but the person who used the hammer." Looking towards the voice, it was Wang Qi who spoke.

"Bang!"

Just as he finished speaking, they heard the sound of something falling to the ground and breaking outside.

It was a bit far from them, but it sounded like a sculpture had fallen and shattered on the ground.

"It's probably near the sculpture hall," Shen Mengyun said after thinking for a moment.

"Let's go and see," Wang Qi responded first.

Jiang Cheng was the last to leave. He lingered by the door for a while and saw two pieces of gray-white clothing hanging on the back of the door, similar in color to the sculptures, like work clothes.

They were dirty, and the entire garment was stained gray-white with stuff.

Jiang Cheng casually took one down, folded it up, and used it to wrap the sickle.

Before they even reached the sculpture hall, they heard rustling sounds coming from that direction, but when they actually got to the door, the sounds disappeared.

"Knock."

"Knock, knock."

Following what Yuan Xiaoyi said, Jiang Cheng reached out and knocked twice on the door, then pushed it open slightly.

"Creak—"

The door hinge seemed to be rusted, and the grating sound was especially piercing in the silent night, setting an unsettling tone for this task.

The door was ajar.

Unlocked.

Looking inside, the sculpture hall was much larger.

It was quite spacious inside. They had learned from the map that the entire sculpture hall was fan-shaped.

It was divided into four areas, each displaying different types of sculptures.

Upon entering the sculpture hall, everyone felt a strange sensation.

Like the library and the abandoned playground, this place was also shrouded in gloom, as if a filter had been applied.

Although there were no lights, they could make out some details if they looked closely.

However, anything farther away was just a blurry outline.

The darkness around them was like a tide, threatening to engulf them.

They didn't dare to separate, huddling together and slowly walking inside, observing the nearby sculptures.

Whether it was due to the light or their imagination, Fatty stared at the motionless sculptures hidden in the shadows, suspecting that they could come to life at any moment and pounce on him with bared fangs and claws.

As he moved his gaze, he suddenly caught sight of something in the distance, and his pupils narrowed into slits.

"There!" he suddenly exclaimed, his eyes fixed on a corner in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, but the corner was empty. There was nothing there.

"What did you see?" Jiang Cheng asked in a low voice.

"There was...there was someone there just now, squatting in the corner, facing away from us, wearing a red outfit and...and..." Fatty stammered, his tongue refusing to obey him due to nervousness.

Jiang Cheng frowned. "And what?"

"And covered with a red cloth, just covering his head. The four corners of the red cloth hung down, like a bride getting married."