Night fell as scheduled, and Xu Huo and Wei Da each stood in the left and right corridors watching the exhibition hall. Before the lights went out, Xu Huo turned on his cell phone and placed it next to a pillar, directly facing the position of the sculptures.
Under the light, the heads of the sculpture figures began to twist, shedding the broad drapes over them like shedding a shell, slipping out from the gap below. They supported their slender heads as they surveyed the entire library, then headed towards the spot where the new painting hung, casually waving their staff to shatter the phone. After the light source disappeared, they stood in front of the pillar, bent down and lowered their heads, moving their faces close to the painting frame to look at it for a full half minute. Suddenly, they became enraged, swept the painting to the ground with a swipe of their hand, and stomped on it forcefully until both the frame and the canvas were trampled to pieces.