"Cry and laugh for a while?" Ivan asked with a frown, "Who is he?"

Noel shook his head: "I don't know, it sounds like a man's voice. I want to listen carefully, but there is a strange roar in the museum - adults say that strange things will happen in the museum at night, I I was scared and ran away..."

"Other than that?" Sean squinted and continued to ask.

Noel thought for a while, then shook his head: "There's nothing else."

Sean took out the only remaining $1 coin and handed it to Noel.

Noel waved his hands again and again, Sean nodded and said, "Take it, this is the reward for providing information.

"However, don't give the money to your father, he will definitely use it to buy wine - go buy some delicious food and eat it yourself."

Noel was quite moved and bowed hard: "Thank you, sir!"

When he straightened up again, the four mysterious people had already walked into the fog and left.

"What a kind person..." Noel wiped his eyes, feeling like he wanted to cry.

He suddenly felt that the world had become a little better.

While walking to the gate of the museum, Sean whispered to all the team members: "According to my previous experience, the staff inside the museum are not credible, they may have been confused by evil things.

"Whether it's the curator or the tour guide, I believe that there must be some people in the museum's staff who want to murder us..."

It's not because Sean has persecution delusions - his previous experience has really prevented him from having enough trust in the people involved in the incident.

"However, if we don't trust others at all, the mission can't progress.

"So the point is to discern between lies and threats.

"We have to face the people we meet in the mission with a skeptical eye and a test mentality, and then choose to believe.

"Evan, you have the ability of 'hidden insight', so you must check all the people you meet, and tell the result by shaking the explorer's playing cards."

"Understood." The clown hermit nodded, admiring Sean's steadiness - he also sensed that the captain had suffered a lot of losses, "Sneak observation, and then privately inform teammates, this is my previous mission. something you do often."

"That's right." Sean nodded, feeling that this time his teammates were very reliable, "Not only Evan, but all of us who find something strange must inform us in time.

"Secondly, even if it passes Evan's inspection, it cannot be completely trusted.

"As the mission progresses, we must pay attention to those who appear to be trustworthy, to the vibrations of playing cards in our pockets."

"clear."

After the explanation, as soon as the four of Sean entered the revolving door of the museum, two people greeted them.

Walking in front, his unkempt curly hair is as lush as spring grass. He is not tall and wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looks a little tired, but his face does not hide his enthusiasm, and there are traces of reassurance and relief in his expression. .

"Curator Gary Turan." In Sean's mind, a page of "Arkham Gazette" had a photo of the curator with tousled hair.

Walking behind Gary Turan was a proud middle-aged man in a gray suit, with an aquiline nose and a gray beard on the outline of his face. The enthusiasm on his face contrasted sharply with that of Gary Turan. .

"Finally!" Gary Turan said excitedly, "After so long, a explorer has finally come!"

The curator introduced himself and the people around him: "This is His Excellency West from the Arkham Cultural Bureau..."

Gary Turan and West did not notice, the clown hermit closed his eyes. His eyes flashed in his eyelids for a while.

In his eyes, the soul content of the two Arkham people was fully presented.

There is no trace of contamination and control. Except for the curator's worry and melancholy, the rest of the state is normal.

"The two are safe. The curator is in a bad mood." By shaking the players' playing cards at the same time, Ivan informed the results of the observation.

West seemed to be very resistant to contacting the explorers, bypassed a little, and said goodbye to Gary Turan: "Turan, remember what I said, you don't have to live here every day - next year, the collection here will definitely be transferred. You don't have to work so hard to get to the New Testament Museum..."

Gary Turan nodded again and again, his hair blown like the wind: "I understand, I'm just used to it. Before moving, let me stay the same."

Seeing that the curator could not move, West shook his head and walked out of the gate of the museum.

"His Excellency Curator Gary Turan." Sean nodded slightly, introduced his teammates, and then asked directly, "Do you live in this museum at night?"

Gary Turan laughed: "There is a small bedroom here. I worked overtime for the cultural festival, so I stayed for a month. Later, for convenience, I just stayed..."

"Hasn't something weird happened to this museum?" Whether it's the loss of the tour guide's face, the disappearance of a team of explorers, or the cries and laughter that Noel said, everything sounds so weird and dangerous. "How dare you live here?"

"My grandmother told me a truth," Curator Turan looked very cheerful and optimistic, "the more you are afraid, the more terrible things will happen; the more you are not afraid, the more terrible things will stay away from you... …

"Also, this museum..." Turan looked up at the ceiling and chandeliers of the museum with a smile in his eyes, "I have feelings for me."

The museum is about to be demolished... Sean probably understands why Turan is down.

"Of course, there is another reason..." Turan looked at the guards in gray uniforms who had been patrolling and guarding in the hall of the museum.

Embroidered on their capable uniforms are the dogs running under the lozenge—the special ability team run by the discipline, "sheepdogs." .

Museums around the world are protected by the divine court to prevent their collections from being coveted by eccentric or stray explorers.

However, their ability can only be protection, and in solving unknown problems, they are no better than experts in this field-explorers.

The front hall of the museum is very large, and the decoration is also modeled after the Leon Museum, which is elegant in the atmosphere.

It's a pity that it seems to be neglected, many utensils and items have fallen ashes, and the overall look is a bit deserted.

"What about your family?" Moonlight asked curiously.

"It's all at home..." Curator Turan didn't seem to want to talk more about this topic, he turned around, and guided Sean and the others to go inside, while saying, "I know you're here for the poor..." Curator paused After a moment, "William Adams is here. He's a good lad, and shouldn't have suffered such a terrible thing.

"Oh, and..." He shook his finger, "and the disappearance of Mr. Gustav, the explorer..."

"Where did they disappear?" The clown hermit asked in a low voice~lightnovelpub.net~ In the black exhibition hall in the farthest corner of the museum..." Curator Turan's expression became serious, "It is also called a planetarium, because There is a star screen that simulates the night sky, so we call it the black showroom.

"The tour guide who led them there that day seemed to be seriously frightened, and he resigned not long after, and even left Arkham..."

"What happened that day?" Perhaps out of the consideration of eliminating risks, the clown hermit is very interested in the disappearance of the explorer.

Curator Turan turned his head and said slowly: "In the black exhibition hall, there is a black crystal meteorite.

"Later I heard from the tour guide that the black crystal meteorite seemed to have a huge appeal to those explorers. They insisted that they must enter the hall to have a look. As a result, some terrible things happened not long after entering... "

"what's up?"

"Yes, I saw a... black grassland in the exhibition hall..." Turan shook his head again and again, as if he felt absurd, "Then the guide saw something in the black grassland, and he fainted from fright, and when he woke up , several explorers are gone.

"Besides," Turan emphasized, "William Adams also died in that gallery..."

"After the quest team disappeared, people from the Quest Association conducted various explorations and studies on the black meteorite, but found nothing strange, just collected some samples and left.

"The investigation was inconclusive. I wrote several times and didn't hear back."

Although the investigation of the black meteorite was inconclusive, there is no doubt that there must be something strange in it.

"Maybe it involves the belief in that faceless, nameless, invisible existence." Sean thought.