Curator Turan stopped and stood in front of the map of the museum.

As can be seen from the map, the overall layout of the museum is a circle. The middle of the circle is divided into many different exhibition areas.

The curator pointed to the innermost "planetary hall": "This is the black exhibition hall.

"I shut it down after two horrible incidents in a row.

"Because the black meteorite has not detected anything strange, the investigation results have no way to link it with the two strange events. Due to the cumbersome procedures, no one has moved it away... But, Holy Father, am I? Dare to show it again.

"To be honest, it's because of these things that I don't go through the corridors near that exhibition hall very often..."

Let the curator accompany the inspection, there is a certain risk. However, it is also risky for the team to investigate alone.

Sean weighed it a little and said, "We're not familiar with this place, so please show us."

"No problem." Curator Turan simply nodded, "With you here, I'm not that scared anymore."

"Before we go, we need to discuss one more thing, please wait a moment." Leave the curator for a distance.

Sean asked the clown hermit directly: "Evan, ask your opinion - is it necessary to check other exhibition areas and collections?"

Sean can feel that the clown hermit is a figure who can serve as an advisor.

The clown hermit was lost in thought. After a while, Evan raised his eyes: "I understand what you mean, sometimes, like a magic show, the answer to the evil mystery is not obvious.

"All the cases and clues point to the black meteorite in the black exhibition hall, maybe this is a trick, the real evil element is actually something else...

"So you thought to look at the other sections."

Sean nodded. "I tend to look around."

Ivan also nodded: "Second. Let the curator show us a tour -- and get to know him by the way."

Turning back to Turan, Sean said, "Mr. Turan, in addition to going to the planetarium to investigate, we want to visit your museum on the way."

The eyes lit up under the golden glasses: "That's what I thought too - I just wanted to invite you to take a look."

"Excuse me then."

Curator Turan walked in front and led the team to start the tour; Sean suddenly noticed that a mourning face appeared on the wall in the corner of his vision.

Suddenly looking at it, only to find that it is just a pattern on the wooden panel that looks like a human face.

Sean shook his head slightly and followed Curator Turan forward.

On the wood paneling, the wailing face formed by the wood texture froze.

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In order to save electricity, the lights in the exhibition hall were all turned off, and Turan only turned on the switch before walking in.

Doug was clearly disgusted when he saw what was on display in the first showroom.

Curator Turan walked in front and pointed to a glass window in the middle of the exhibition hall. In the glass window, there were three erected sarcophagi containing three mummified corpses.

Although these three mummified corpses look like humanoids, if you look closely, you can find that they have many differences from modern humans.

Their skulls are narrow and slender, like a deformity; the brow and cheekbones are particularly protruding; the joints are very thick, and their arms are much longer than those of humans, which makes their arms stand out. The mummies on the left and right have their hands crossed on their chests, and the mummy in the middle has their arms drooping.

Even if the body is dehydrated, the lines of their muscles can still be seen through the wrapped anti-corrosion bandages.

"The mummified corpse made by the degenerates." Turan was fascinated by the creation of the degenerates tens of thousands of years ago, and introduced, "This is the earliest artificial embalmed corpse discovered by humans.

"Ancient degenerates are also known as Neans, and anthropologists have several conjectures about the relationship between Neans and humans." Some scholars believe that they are a special group that suddenly appeared degenerate.

"Some people think that they and humans are completely two groups, but they lost out to modern humans in the evolutionary competition.

"Some people think they are an intermediate stage in the evolution of apes to humans, but there are only a few remaining groups...

"The academic community is arguing, and there is no conclusion.

"The bloodline of the degenerates has also continued to the present, and it has been mixed with humans, so some people can..."

"We all know this, and we don't need to explain too much." Doug, who stood a little further away, interrupted the curator's remarks rudely.

Too invested in the presentation of the exhibits, Gary Turan didn't observe a single explorer and seemed very uncomfortable in this room.

Quite a few people have an instinctive fear of degenerates. Turan nodded in understanding, and said something else at random. After a while, he took the four to the next exhibition hall.

When leaving, Sean had a strange feeling - he didn't seem to notice anything important.

click.

The curator turned off the light, and Sean turned his last glance and saw the three mummified corpses in the window, maintaining the same movement, crossing his hands on his chest, and seemed to fall asleep again in the darkness.

Passing through sections of corridors, Gary Turan led the four people in and out of the exhibition halls.

Sean discovered that the museum's galleries appear to be arranged in chronological order.

The further you go inside, the more modern the collection is on display.

Entering the next exhibition hall, Curator Turan turned on the light, and Sean saw that the display windows here were filled with man-made things.

There is no shortage of 16th-century alchemy and watchmakers.

"This exhibition hall displays some masterpieces of man-made objects in the 16th century." Curator Turan rubbed his hands excitedly as he walked, "This exhibition hall has another treasure of our town hall...

With a mysterious smile, the curator said, "You will see each other in a while."

The combination of alchemy and watch technology, coupled with the appearance of the famous master craftsman Dar Finch, the 16th century is known as the "Golden Age of Alchemy".

With the power of alchemy, humans have created many incredible things.

Sean and others saw a huge organ clock, depicting a castle with a swan lake.

With the passage of time, there will be scenes of the rising and falling of the sun, the cruising of swans, the dance of nobles, the passing of knights and so on.

An exquisite ball made of gold, with more than ten layers of spheres nested in layers, each layer can be rotated freely, and the core is a smooth and bright ruby.

Although the mechanism lion designed and manufactured by Dar Finch has been damaged and the restoration technology has been lost, the lion made of iron is resting, giving people an invisible shock...

Sean has gradually learned that "alchemy" is still working in some hidden corners. For example, the steel giant "Sanctuary of the Holy Infant" he saw before is the product of the combination of modern industry and ancient alchemy.

"The Daedalus Foundation seems to have mastered some alchemical techniques and creations..." Sean always felt that he would have an intersection with this mysterious organization in the future.

"Finally..." Gary Turan turned on the light with a separate switch, and after it turned on in a separate display cabinet, the four of Sean stopped in shock...

Under the light, a slender girl with short hair was sitting with her legs in her arms, looking calm and elegant.

Amazingly, the girl's body is made of metal parts.

The slender arms, the smooth and delicate calves... all consist of hand-forged parts.

The dark golden metal material is engraved with smooth and complex patterns and hollows. Every inch of her skin flows on her body. The exposed delicate gears and dusty crystals make her look like a work of art.

She just sat with her legs folded for hundreds of years, alive, more like a ballet dancer resting between dances than a puppet.

"The alchemy doll designed and manufactured by Dar Finch..." Although he has seen it countless times~lightnovelpub.net~ the curator's eyes are still slightly shining - no one will not be for this man-made masterpiece. Shocked and moved.

In the dark gold carving pattern on the "skin" of the left shoulder, a small poem is written in smooth and gorgeous fonts: When the breeze plays the wind chimes, the golden roses will bloom. Under the ticking moon, Bingzhuren will finally wake up.

"Wind chimes, golden roses... is it a code name or a name?" Sean secretly asked.

Moonlight's eyes were fascinated, and he couldn't help but imagine in his mind the scene of the alchemy doll dancing alone under the moon.

The clown hermit's eyes are also admiring every detail: "Dal Finch is a member of a certain secret society. It is said that all his design drawings and manuscripts are kept by that society. Unfortunately, from public knowledge, it is found that I can't find any information about that association..."

The Joker Hermit seems to be very interested in Dale Finch.

Sean's eyes fell on the slender neck of the alchemy puppet - there was a hole with a strange shape, I don't know what it was for, but Sean always felt a little familiar...

"This is the treasure of our town hall... It's a pity that I can't move." The curator's eyes were full of love.

"The technicians were afraid of damaging her structure, so they didn't dare to take it apart for inspection.

"...The next time you want to see her, you have to go to the New Testament Museum." Turan suddenly sighed.

When leaving this exhibition hall, Sean, who had been on guard with spiritual essence, suddenly sensed something vaguely on the alchemy doll...

That feeling is hard to describe.

It's like in the night where time is swaying and accumulating like snowflakes, I can vaguely see a little firelight shaking in the distance...

It seems like there is nothing, revealing the meaning of waiting alone.

The lights in the showroom dimmed.

The moonlight cannot shine here, and the girl is still alone, sitting alone in the endless dark years.