"He caught up with Doug, who had run away for four minutes, in a minute.

"The distance between me and Doug is unknown, but nothing can hold Turan back...

"He should be able to find me in two minutes."

Now, Sean is about two minutes away from escaping from the museum.

He had a chance to rush out of the museum.

Sean frowned: "Intuitive thinking leads to intuitive action.

"In the previous escape plan, I must have escaped directly outside the museum.

"The results were obvious.

"If I had acted counter-intuitively, it might have been different."

Thinking like this, after passing through the window with the alchemy puppets displayed, he suddenly had some ideas.

"I have to hide." After a while, Sean found a small dark cabinet for storing sundries not far from the doll window.

The dark cabinet not only has a door, but also just enough for one person to hide.

Sean didn't think any more, hid in the dark cabinet, and closed the wooden door.

Due to the intense exercise, his heartbeat was pounding, and it felt like someone could hear his heartbeat even when they were standing outside the cabinet.

"Calm, I must be calm..." Sean closed his eyes, immersed in the darkness, and kept calming his intense emotions and heartbeat.

Slowly, the heartbeat slowed down.

He knew that the other party might have the ability to search for vital signs and spiritual substances.

So Sean slowed his breathing and condensed the psychic substance to its weakest state.

He imagined himself merging into the darkness of the cabinet, as if turned into air.

"I can't perceive me... I can't find me." Sean's head gradually became chaotic.

Da da da.

Gary Turan's footsteps were remembered in the empty exhibition hall.

"Sure enough..." Sean closed his eyes, still imagining himself as a piece of air, "It should have the ability to teleport."

In order to reduce the fluctuation of emotions and spiritual power, Sean quickly wrote the words "doubt can be teleported" on the memo note in the divine root space.

Da da da.

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor became more and more obvious.

Turan's footsteps were very strange - obviously very weak, but each step seemed to be a long way.

The sound got closer and closer, Sean stopped all activities, and the spiritual substance shrank like an apple.

He entered a state of ecstasy.

Da da da……

The strange footsteps gradually faded away.

"Didn't find me." Sean sighed.

"What should I do next?" The quest card's ability to ask for help is only 20 kilometers, and Sean couldn't contact the Quest Association.

He is alone now.

"The sheepdogs guarding the hall..." Sean remembered the people in the gray uniform of the divine court, "They shouldn't be in the same group as Turan... It's useless to rush over and tell them that Turan has a certain amount of power here. Authority, he can slander that we have been stimulated by evil, and he is talking nonsense... It is estimated that this should have happened in the previous escape.

"Also, Turan can also selectively erase their memories..."

Sean crawled, quietly thinking about all the possibilities.

He thought about it, and there was not much he could do:

"I can write down a note and throw it out of the museum at any chance. Whether it's Noel the boy outside the door or another passerby, pick it up and submit it to the people of the Explorers' Association...

"Tulan will not be able to continue to hide, he cannot delete everyone's memories..."

Thinking so, Sean took out the stencil book and pen he carried with him, ready to light the lighter.

click, squeak...

The cabinet door was opened.

Sean's heart trembled like a frightened beast.

Turan's big face with messy hair obscured all the scenery outside the dark cabinet.

Sean's courage surged up again, and the shadow of fear in his eyes was about to project...

Turan's eyes flashed like the flash of a camera, the shadows in Sean's eyes were replaced by white light, and his expression instantly became blank.

Turan pulled Sean out of the dark cabinet, and while patting the dust on Sean's body, he praised: "I know I won't run outside the museum this time.

"Under the condition of forgetting your previous actions, you actually made a different choice...the brain and determination are quite strong.

"It's no use running outside the museum, though.

"The moment you step out of the gate is also the moment that triggers forgetting."

At this moment, there was still a white light in Sean's eyes, his face was blank, and he obviously couldn't hear what Turan said.

The museum curator took Sean's arm, walked inside, and looked at the wooden Sean in confusion; "It's really strange - why do you find clues every time, and then either attack me or run away?

"Do you have any special means to remind your future self?"

Turan shook his head and smiled: "That's useless, anyway, it's almost time to reach the black exhibition hall. Although there are only three people left, it's still enough."

Sean walked step by step, like a puppet.

...

Returning to the place where he escaped, the white light in Sean's eyes gradually melted - he woke up.

In his memory, they had just finished visiting an exhibition hall, and they were getting closer and closer to the black exhibition hall.

He felt a little tired.

"Evan, did you find anything unusual?"

The clown hermit next to him shook his head: "Everything is normal."

"Okay, stay alert and don't relax."

After visiting the last exhibition hall, Curator Turan led the three of Sean into the final black exhibition hall.

The dome of the planetarium is a huge black sky. The black sky is dotted with shining stars.

Under the dreamlike starry sky, there are many collections.

When the three of Sean entered the door, they could see the black crystal meteorite.

It was placed in the most conspicuous position of the planetarium, and the insoluble black seemed to absorb all the light.

The dark spar under the starry sky...

An ominous feeling pervaded, and Sean felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped.

Turan suddenly seemed a little tired, holding his forehead: "I... I felt a little uncomfortable when I got here.

"You guys investigate here, I'll wait for you outside the exhibition hall.

"Sorry, gentlemen." Gary Turan nodded to Sean, Evan, and Doug respectively, and then walked out of the black exhibition hall.

The three of Sean walked to the black meteorite on alert.

The smooth surface of the black meteorite reflects the starlight slightly, and these bright lights make it look like a large piece of black ink that was flowing and suddenly solidified...

Evan squinted, he felt as if he could see through the dark surface of the meteorite, and could see a world that seemed to be hidden in it.

Sean looked away from the meteorite and began to look around—his psychic tentacles were also vigilantly checking everywhere~lightnovelpub.net~ However, he found that he was incapable of manipulating the psychic substance, as if his spiritual power was insufficient.

When he was still wondering why he felt this way, he suddenly found that the clown hermit stretched out a hand and touched the surface of the black meteorite.

Sean found a suspicious abnormality: "What did you find?"

Evan didn't speak, his expression seemed to freeze, he just stared at the black meteorite silently...

Suddenly, scuffles and curses came from behind them.

The three of them turned around suddenly, and found a thin figure outside the exhibition hall got into Turan's arms, kicking and kicking.

"What's wrong?" Sean frowned and walked out.

When he got closer, he realized that the thin figure who kicked Turan was the cigarette-selling child Noel they met outside the door.

Noel's hat had been knocked to the ground, he was caught by Turan, and a pair of slender arms also grabbed Turan's throat: "I was a little worried about you, so I followed up...

"He's a bad guy! Turan is a bad guy!" In Turan's control, Noel screamed wildly.

Turan is the bad guy? Sean suddenly became alert.

Gary Turan didn't seem to have expected such a change, his face flushed purple, and he grabbed Noel with a twisted face, as if to crush him: "Shut up!"

"Turan, stop!" Sean took out his revolver - Sean suspiciously found that the revolver became a little lighter. No, he doesn't have time to inspect the bomb nest for the time being.

Turan was crazy and didn't listen to Sean's warning. He grabbed Noel's throat with one hand and strangled the child to death.

In any case, Sean wants to stop the curator from doing what he does.

m1920 aimed at the curator's thigh, and the index finger holding the trigger had begun to exert force...