Doug carried the curator, who was still in a coma, on his back.

Considering that everyone's spiritual power has bottomed out at this moment, for the sake of safety, Sean decided not to split the team for the time being and act collectively.

Including Olivia, the five walked towards the museum hall.

In the hallway near the museum hall, Sean heard a faint but very familiar voice.

"Adam brand magic item vending machine..."

Sean's eyes lit up: "There is a magic vending machine here!"

The way they walked, the recovery of spiritual power was very slow, which made people feel a little insecure.

Psionic smelling salts can be purchased with a vending machine.

Following the sound of the speaker, Sean and the others found the magic vending machine in the rest area.

"Ah! Smelling salts!" The moonlight almost fell on the vending machine cabinet.

Just as Sean was about to put in a coin, he touched his pocket and realized that he had given all the remaining $2 to Naia Shard.

A little embarrassed, he turned to the moonlight: "Do you have any change? You put it first."

Moonlight looked at Sean blankly: "You know I never go out with anything..."

"Don't bring the money?"

Moonlight shook his head.

Sean had to turn to Doug on the side.

Due to the failure of Miles to defend the underground casino, Doug has lost his trust and compensation, and he is in a difficult time without even having a meal.

The degenerate also shook his head.

Sean turned to Evan.

The clown hermit coughed a few times: "I just completed the moon wheel spiritual ritual a while ago... I spent all the money."

Sean sighed in disbelief: Oh, it turns out that the explorers are all paupers...

When they were at a loss, the four explorers turned their attention to Curator Turan, who was still sleeping on Doug's back...

...

After a few minutes, the four who inhaled the psychic smelling salt let out a satisfied sigh.

Curator Turan tucked his purse back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and everyone thanked the curator for his "generousness."

Spirituality recovered. Because of Naia's divine feathers, Sean is basically immune to the forgotten magic in this museum.

"This strong team will maintain its strength..." Sean felt much more at ease at this time.

Switching to Spirit Vision to look around, Sean suddenly found something special.

He saw a crimson, vague bond connecting his soul to the location of the heart on Olivia's chest.

"Is this, some kind of contractual connection?" Sean thought to himself.

He tried to convey a message to Olivia through the crimson bond: "Olivia?"

The alchemist girl turned her smart red eyes to look at Sean and blinked.

She didn't speak, and her voice sounded directly in Sean's heart: "What's your order, reader?"

"fine."

Sean thought to himself: "It should have been the bond I made when I activated her with the book club pendant."

"It seems that Olivia will always be my bodyguard."

Seiko-structured girls have fighting abilities far beyond human beings, as well as some rather extraordinary abilities...

Suddenly gaining a strong teammate makes Sean feel a little happy.

There is an open-air garden next to the lounge area, through which you can reach Turan's bedroom.

After Sean pushed open the room door, everyone who entered the room was stunned.

In this room where Turan usually does not allow anyone to enter, the ceiling, walls and even the floor are full of writing.

If you look closely, it's all a memo written by Turan for herself...

"...its ability is to make people forgetful. If I go to the black exhibition hall every night and absorb the energy of forgetting once, I can ensure that it does not harm others or accumulate power...

"I can't tell anyone, just telling someone what happened here will trigger oblivion. I can't leave the museum, and if I do, no one can stop it! It's up to me to make sure it doesn't. will become stronger...

"My memory is slowly fading as I absorb the energy of forgetting every day, and I can only write these words down to make sure that I can see when I wake up every day..."

"...The evil is still growing little by little. If there are explorers coming, I must guide them to solve the evil here..."

"...No matter how much it costs, I must stop it!"

Shaun read the dense memos in the room in disbelief, muttering: "Turan suffers from the power of oblivion every night and then uses the memos in this room to remind himself of his mission...that's why he doesn't Reason for being willing to leave the museum.

Evan shook his head and sighed: "He is just an ordinary person who will shiver in front of evil spirits, but he has carried it all alone... In the past few years, it must be hard to feel unspoken..."

Gary Turan was alone, blocking the endless darkness for the Arkham people.

Imagining everything that Turan carried, several explorers fell into silence.

Moonlight saw something and walked to Turan's bed.

There's a frame there, and there's a photo in the frame.

In the photo, Gary Turan holds his wife in his arms, and in front of them are his sons and daughters.

All four laughed happily.

Underneath the photo was a handwritten sentence from Turan: "No matter what, I will never forget you. Monica, Ruth and Ricky."

Sean remembered how the curator with ragged hair twitched and wanted to cry when he questioned Turan.

"I actually... I actually forgot a lot."

A mortal stopped a **** from coming into the world... but his sacrifice was huge.

Doug placed Turan gently on the bed.

"Thank you for your hard work. Now, please rest well."

Turan's face softened at this time.

Although he fell asleep, he seemed to feel that at this moment, the heavy responsibility on his shoulders had been lifted, and he could enjoy calmness and relaxation to the fullest...

In order to ensure the safety of the curator, Sean arranged for Doug and Moonlight to stay in Turan's room, and brought Olivia and Evan back to the black exhibition hall~lightnovelpub.net~ He still has one more thing to do- Investigating the death of William Adams.

On the way to the black exhibition hall, Sean told him what he wanted Ivan to do:

"William Adams lost his face because he was sacrificed by a mysterious person.

"All souls who have suffered great misfortune will leave some information in the world..." Sean thought of those female workers who were speechless in the fire.

"However, the information left by Adams is very weak and cannot be directly perceived. I need you to help me search..."

The two returned to the black exhibition hall.

The clown hermit, whose spiritual power had almost completely recovered, lifted his robe to reveal his gloved hands.

He made a gesture like a bird, and two runes lit up in each of his palms, and the radiated spiritual power instantly enveloped the entire black exhibition hall.

The "Cage of Retrospect" can be traced back and played in an area, the unwillingness and strong emotions that all the resentful souls here have erupted and left behind...

The clown hermit's hands are like a projector that emits silver light. What happened in this exhibition hall is like a black-and-white movie.

The old hunter Burns raised his gun, pointed at Curator Turan, who was strangling Noel's neck, and pulled the trigger...

Curator Turan walked to the black meteorite, the meteorite burst into a flash, and the curator's face became dazed...

Someone sneaked into this place, only to be pierced by the crystal thorns that appeared in the dark, and was dragged into the shadows by a wailing.

Then, William Adams, with deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge, and a mustache, led a man in a top hat and a tuxedo into the exhibition hall...

Sean's eyes widened: "This is the paragraph, please slow down and rewind!"