Pretend to like for 30 days!

As if to cooperate with the thrilling secret operation of the Night Museum, when I woke up, the sky was gloomy and covered with dark clouds.

Jiang Zhao's heart was as gloomy as the sky, and he wanted to quit.

After Ji Chen washed up, he felt refreshed, and sat at the desk beside him leisurely playing with his mobile phone, raising his head from time to time to urge Jiang Zhao.

"It's been half an hour since you packed up, if you delay we'll be late."

"I..." Jiang Zhao was stuffing Yunnan Baiyao into his bag, "My knee seems to be hurting a bit."

"Come on, who skipped shopping for clothes yesterday and said he wasn't tired after shopping?" Ji Chen looked at him with a funny face.

"..."

Five minutes later, Ji Chen forcefully pulled Jiang Zhao out of the dormitory.

The two of them took a taxi and quickly arrived at the gate of the Xinggong Museum. There were already many people standing there waiting in the third and fifth classes of high school.

Liu Yi deliberately dressed up today, wearing a bright yellow hoodie, looking very eye-catching.

"Brother Chen, classmate Jiang Zhao." He pulled Fu Hao over and greeted him with a smile, "Are you here so late today?"

"Yeah." Ji Chen responded, "What time do you want to go in?"

"Immediately, there are still 10 minutes. After Xie Yu arrives, he will be able to enter after roll call." Fu Hao said.

Jiang Zhao looked left and right, looked around, and said in a worried tone: "This museum looks... so big."

"Isn't it? It's a big scenic spot in our city. The place where the emperor lived during his tour must be magnificent." Liu Yi pointed to the red wall and high tiles of the palace. Those maids who walk at night."

Ji Chen looked up at the dark clouds in the sky: "Today's weather forecast seems to say that there will be thunderstorms."

"..." Jiang Zhao's face turned pale.

A muffled laugh came from beside him, and he turned his head, only to see Ji Chen looking at him intently, the corner of his mouth couldn't hide the upward arc.

"What are you afraid of?" His tone was a bit drawn out, "Are you afraid even with so many people around?"

"I'm still afraid of such inexplicable things, isn't there anything in this world that you are afraid of?" Jiang Zhao was not convinced, staring into his eyes and asking back.

Ji Chen frowned and thought for a few seconds: "Not really."

...Okay, then you are awesome.Jiang Zhao pursed his lips and snorted softly.

After Xie Yu and several class leaders arrived by car, they simply divided the students into groups. When the names of Jiang Zhao and Ji Chen were read, Xie Yu took out a hotel room card.

"Here, here are your hotel room cards. You two don't need to go back to the hotel with your classmates."

"Ah? Why?" Jiang Zhao looked at the room card and refused to accept it.

Xie Yu explained patiently: "The two of you are going to participate in the competition tomorrow morning, and you must leave early. The class teacher specifically told me to give you the room card in advance, so which of you two will get this card?"

"Give it to me." Ji Chen took the room card, "He's easy to lose."

"Yes." Xie Yu nodded, and continued to hold the list to group. After 5 minutes, all the arrangements were announced.

"Okay! Class three and five, let's go!" The sports committee got a small red flag out of nowhere, waved it in the air, and stepped on the door of the palace museum first.

The ancient palace design not only pays attention to the rules, but also pays attention to the unity of man and nature.Walking into the gate, you will see a front yard with a wide view. The winding corridors on both sides lead to the back garden. Upstairs in the center is the main hall where the emperor works. Now it has been transformed into a cultural relics exhibition hall. For visitors to the exhibition.

Jiang Zhao and Ji Chen were at the back of the class team, and they couldn't hear what the commentator at the head of the team was saying when they walked into the exhibition hall, so the two simply looked around casually, and stopped to study some beautiful antiques when they passed by .

Walking to a showcase, there was a finger-length, thicker non-porous needle on the white silk cloth. This needle was rusty and stained with blood, which instantly attracted Jiang Zhao's attention.

He leaned on the glass, observed carefully, and was very curious: "What is this needle used for? It doesn't look like it is used for sewing clothes."

Ji Chen followed his gaze and said calmly: "This needle is the execution tool in the palace."

"Execution? How can this be used?" Ji Chen blinked blankly, and involuntarily imagined a certain grid that he had seen in his mind.

"..." Ji Chen looked at his expression, "Anyway, it's definitely not what you think, and I don't know how to use it."

"What about this?" Jiang Zhao asked, pointing to a medium-sized metal scissors, "This size is not like household scissors, and it is too small for cutting flowers and leaves."

"This is also a tool for torture. Didn't you see the blood on the blade?" Ji Chen narrowed his eyes.

"Oh." Jiang Zhao nodded, and asked again, "How do you know so much about torture tools?"

Ji Chen pointed to the explanatory board next to it: "It's written in such big characters that you can choose not to see it."

Jiang Zhao blushed, followed the team silently, and stopped talking.

After browsing half of the exhibition hall, almost half of the cultural relics were stained with blood, or torture tools that were so rusted that no blood could be seen. Jiang Zhao was terrified and even a little disgusted.

"There are too many tormenting things in this palace, it's a bit perverted."

The classmate who was walking in front of the two heard Jiang Zhao's words, turned his head and comforted him, "It's okay, the next exhibition hall will become normal."

The narrator led the team through a tearful explanation, and finally led the fifth team to the second exhibition hall.

The second exhibition hall is obviously more in line with the viewing needs of the public than the previous exhibition hall. It mainly contains some common cultural relics such as books and paintings, vases, bowls and chopsticks. Occasionally, when encountering well-preserved pens, inks, papers and inkstones, Ji Chen will stop and take a look at them slowly. .

On the wall on one side of the exhibition hall hangs a dilapidated ink painting, which seems to be a portrait of a young man, but there are only two simple strokes on the facial features, but there are more brushes on the snow-white robe and gray ink ribbon. With three or two strokes, the elegant posture of the man in the portrait is revealed.

The narrator led the team to stop in front of the painting, and said mysteriously: "Students, the instruments of torture we have seen just now, as well as some daily necessities, are all the property of this man. It is also him who has been working since he was 20 years old. I have been living in this palace, and then died of depression."

"Ah... who is this person?" A girl exclaimed, "Looking at this portrait, it seems to be very good-looking."

"This man used to be the most favored prince. Everyone, look at the lower left corner of this painting." The commentator read out the small characters, "The year is Kuichou Xiayue, and I will give it to His Highness the Third Highness."

"Those instruments of torture also belong to the Third Highness?" A boy asked, "Does he like to torture others?"

"No, Your Highness is tortured by these instruments of torture every day in the palace." The commentator sighed, "Because he made a big mistake."

"What is such a serious mistake?" Jiang Zhao frowned and asked curiously at the end of the line.

The narrator continued: "This prince, he fell in love with his teacher, and was finally discovered by the emperor, so he was imprisoned in this palace. This was a huge royal scandal at the time. he died..."

Everyone sighed and sighed, some for the poor prince, some lamented the misery of the husband's life, and some shed tears for the immortal love that transcended the world.

At this moment, Jiang Zhao quietly said at the end of the line: "If you are a father, you mess up and lose your son carelessly..."

Hearing this, the classmate in front turned his head and gave him a strange look.The veins on Ji Chen's forehead popped up, he rubbed the root of the mountain, and explained helplessly: "Don't talk to him, he has a problem with his brain circuit."

The narrator continued to take the class team on a tour. For a whole afternoon, the palace was basically visited all over.

After finding out the layout of the museum, the class committee took the whole class to a nearby restaurant for dinner, and then the students went back to the hotel for a rest.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the third and fifth classes of senior high school came to the gate of Xinggong Museum again.

Among them were Ji Chen and Jiang Zhao.

"Liu Yi is a bastard." Jiang Zhao gritted his teeth, "I hate him!!"

After dinner, Liu Yi suggested that a few people go for a walk by the river, which is called "Xiaxiaoshi". Before Ji Chen and Jiang Zhao could return to the hotel, they were dragged directly to the river beach by Liu Yi, and they walked for two hours. .

Seeing that the meeting time was approaching, Liu Yi dragged Jiang Zhao and Ji Chen over again.

"Play something exciting, what are you afraid of." Liu Yi patted Jiang Zhao's shoulder, "If it's really not possible, there is Brother Chen."

As the class gradually gathered, Xie Yu took out a simple handwritten topographic map: "We applied to the staff of the museum to set up a few tents in the square in front of the exhibition hall, and everyone took a rest there after the exploration activities. "

Speaking of this, he looked up at Jiang Zhao and the others and said, "If you haven't had time to go back to the hotel to put your backpacks, you can go there first, and some students will take turns guarding your valuables there."

Then he simply divided the classmates into groups. Jiang Zhao and Ji Chen were assigned to a simple hut called Fuliu Pavilion. The teammates were Liu Yi and Fu Hao, plus four courageous girls.

The eight people put down their backpacks at the base camp, and then walked along the dark corridor in the palace to Fuliu Pavilion.

Jiang Zhao has been closely following Ji Chen, looking up at the dark clouds all over the sky: "I can't even see the moon today, and it's too dark, I should use a flashlight to light up horror games, we really don't want to use a light ?”

There was dead silence in the corner of the palace, and Jiang Zhao's words echoed on the path, echoing ethereally.

The gloomy little wind climbed up his neck along his back, and cold sweat broke out instantly.

The four girls followed not far behind the leading boys, the sky was too dark, they only saw Jiang Zhao and Ji Chen walking very close, their backs straight and their steps calm.

If you move a little closer, you will find that Jiang Zhao is holding Ji Chen's wrist tightly, and the arms of the two are overlapping.

Fuliu Pavilion was dilapidated, and the interior layout was extremely simple. Liu Yi boldly opened the door and quickly waved for seven people to come in.

During the day, when the narrator brought everyone here for a visit, he just stayed in the lobby for a few minutes and did not continue to walk in. This time there was plenty of time, and everyone took out their mobile phones and turned on their flashlights to study carefully.

"So this is where he lives..." Fu Hao complained in a low voice, "It's a bit miserable, it doesn't look like a place where a prince lives."

Ji Chen walked to the bookshelf, held up his mobile phone and looked at the design structure, while Jiang Zhao was like a human-shaped pendant, neither talking nor making trouble, sticking to Ji Chen's arm, occasionally helping him polish it.

"..." Ji Chen's expression was hidden in the darkness, and his voice was smiling, "Help me push this bookshelf, there seems to be something behind it."

"What's interesting." Jiang Zhao protested in a low voice, holding on to Ji Chen's arm but unwilling to let go.

He also never admitted that he was afraid.

The other people were seriously discussing the prince's life story not far away, but no one paid attention here.Ji Chen leaned close to Jiang Zhao's ear, and said in a low voice, "Push the bookshelf for me, it seems...something has moved behind it."

Fuck? ? ! ! !

Jiang Zhao's heart was beating wildly, his breathing became a little short, and his voice trembled imperceptibly: "If you dare to lie to me, just wait for me."

"Well, I won't lie to you." Ji Chen's warm breath sprayed against his ear, "I really saw something move."

"Well... I won't go." Jiang Zhao held the shelf in front of Ji Chen with both hands, "I want you to go."

"Okay." Ji Chen turned off the phone's light, and walked over to the other end of the bookshelf in the dark.

Liu Yi searched for a long time, but found nothing new. He turned around and saw Jiang Zhao and Ji Chen were trying to move a bookshelf, so they moved over curiously.

"Brother Chen, something seemed to move behind that bookshelf just now."

Jiang Zhao glared at him: "Shut up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard an extremely weak and small cry from behind the bookshelf.

Jiang Zhao's hand shook slightly, and then something round and round at the top of the bookshelf whirled around twice, and hit his forehead in a dark mass.

"Be careful."

With sharp eyesight, Ji Chen stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Zhao to hide to the side. The hard object on the bookshelf hit Ji Chen's calf, made a muffled sound, and fell to the ground again.

There was a crisp sound of broken porcelain in the room.

"What are you doing? There is also a cultural relic here?"

Everyone was frightened at once, this thing is worth a lot of money, and ordinary families can't afford to lose their property.

Jiang Zhao was hugged in Ji Chen's arms, and the refreshing and clean smell of saponins lingered in his nose. The boy on top of his head was a little short of breath, but he didn't make a sound when he was hit.

"Are you okay...?" Jiang Zhao asked softly.

Ji Chen buried his head on Jiang Zhao's neck, and a muffled voice came out: "It's all right."

"Let me see your legs." Jiang Zhao patted Ji Chen on the back, signaling him to let go of himself first.

The author has something to say: Jiang Zhao is really getting more and more milky in front of Ji Chen... orz