"Mr. Kennedy, there is also a precious collection in this planetarium..." William Adams wore a black vest and a shirt with bulging sleeves, which made him look elegant.

He led a... a man in a tuxedo with a blurry face into the black exhibition hall.

Sean, who was watching from the side, frowned: "Why is his face blurred?"

The clown hermit looked at it for a while and said, "It's still caused by the ability to forget - this space has forgotten what the man looks like."

"This exotic meteorite was found on the outskirts of Arkham City..." William Adams recounted enthusiastically, "It's amazing that the locals can't tell the exact time it landed on their farm - it just It's like it suddenly appeared there."

Kennedy circled behind Adams, the sword hidden in the cane penetrated Adams' chest from the back, and blood spattered on the black meteorite...

"Sure enough, it is some kind of sacrificial ceremony..." Sean frowned, "He should be a **** of oblivion who specializes in studying ancient books, so he knows the requirements and steps of this ritual, and he can get it without killing the fragments. Naia's Divine Feather..."

William Adams clings to the black meteorite painfully, and turns his head to look at Kennedy with disbelief. The blood stained on the meteorite is absorbed little by little.

Kennedy squatted on the ground and covered William Adams' face with his palms, muttering something softly.

Before long, William Adams' face disappeared into a layer of skin without orifices.

Kennedy's face gradually became clearer, and it was the poor guide's face that appeared.

Sean frowned: "Although I know the process of Kennedy's sacrifice of Adams to obtain Naia's Divine Feather, but... this information does not allow me to continue to track down Arya's whereabouts..."

Just as he was thinking angrily, Sean suddenly discovered something strange.

Kennedy, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly turned his head and said something in the direction of the door.

"Is there anyone else at the scene?" Sean was instantly refreshed, took two steps forward, almost broke into the cage of retrospect, and said to Evan, "Can you change an angle? I want to see the standing Who is at the door!"

The clown hermit kept his palms open like a bird, and moved his palms slowly, aiming towards the door.

They saw a little boy in a vest standing at the door, it was the little boy disguised as Naia - Noel!

"It turns out that the disguise of the fragments of Naia has a prototype!" Sean's eyes widened, "On the night of the sacrifice ceremony, the fragments of Naia met Noel, so he imitated Noel's appearance to deceive!

"So, who is this real Noel?! Where is he?!"

Suddenly, a flash of lightning burst out from the fog in Sean's mind.

Arya, Little Witch Anne, Noel...

Not just Aaliyah, Kennedy has been looking for talented young people?

He didn't take Annie Brandt, showing that he wasn't taking all young people with special talents unconditionally.

"Judas Ring has been looking for young people who have some kind of special commonality!" Sean's eyes kept flashing, "If Kennedy's search is not over yet, I can catch him as long as I find someone he might shoot at!"

That's it! Sean clenched his fist tightly.

Before, Sean was only looking for Alia Dickinson's whereabouts, unaware that it was a serial case.

The trip to the museum allowed Sean to see through the most crucial point.

Sean could feel that he was one step away from catching Kennedy and saving Arya.

"However, what is the standard for them to kidnap children?"

Sean thought so, trying to recall Noel's appearance in his mind, and then began to search the "Arkham Gazette".

It's unlikely that Noel's prototype will appear in the newspapers, and Sean's doing it is just a casual experiment.

Unexpectedly, the sound of a drawer opening was actually heard in the "jungle" of the filing cabinet, and a newspaper flew in front of Sean...

"Arkham Pride - Twelve-Year-Old Singing Prodigy, Neil Gate"

"... Neil Gait has been trying to show his voice since he was babbling. Today, he sings with a deep emotion that a twelve-year-old boy doesn't experience..."

Arya's poetic genius, Neil Gait's singing genius...

The children they kidnapped have a common feature of extraordinary artistic talent!

Sean, who got the new inspiration, couldn't help his heart beat faster. Olivia, who was on the side, noticed Sean's emotions, put his hands folded in front of him, and looked at Sean curiously.

"It's alright." Sean patted Ivan on the shoulder.

The three returned to Curator Turan's bedroom. At this point, Gary Turan had woken up.

"Thank you... thank you." He was still a little weak, and the eyes behind the gold glasses were full of gratitude.

"You're welcome, Mr. Curator." Sean said sincerely, "You are the guardian who sacrificed a lot.

"If it wasn't for you, what happened here could have been a disaster for the entire city."

Turan gave a wry smile: "I didn't think about it that much - I just wanted to protect my family."

He turned his face and looked at the photo on the bedside table: "I can finally go home..."

"I have a question, Your Excellency Curator." Evan looked at Turan, "From amnesia to realizing that I am amnesia, it takes opportunities and clues to be able to realize it. How do you ensure that after absorbing amnesia energy, you can ensure that Do you remember your mission?"

Gary Turan looked at the questioning explorer.

At this moment, in his field of vision, there is a line of words that was burned by the strong light and permanently left on the retina: You have lost your memory, please check the tattoo.

No matter how much he has forgotten since the amnesia, he can see the information tattooed on his body through the reminder that is always in his field of vision, so he can go to his room and understand everything again.

He didn't want to stress his sacrifice too much, just smiled faintly: "I have my own methods. But those are not important anymore."

The curator stood up and walked slowly towards Olivia.

Since he was a tour guide when he was young, he would pay homage to the beautiful girl in front of him every day, and sometimes even tell her his thoughts...

I didn't expect that there would be such a day when this silent listener actually came to life.

Gary Turan stopped when he was still a step away from Olivia, as if he didn't dare to step into a real dream: "I didn't expect..." His eyes were full of admiration, disbelief, and reunion with an old friend. Joy, "I didn't expect you to actually be able to come back to life..."

Olivia Wind Chime performed an old lady etiquette: "Your Excellency the Curator.

"Thank you for visiting and talking to me every day."

Everyone turned to look at Olivia in surprise.

Turan's eyes widened: "You... when you were in the showcase, did you feel it?"

"Half awake." Olivia said lightly, "Through a long time, I have been waiting for my mission..." She looked at Sean, "Now, I finally waited.

"Your Excellency the curator, from now on, I will serve as the reader's candle holder."

With a relieved, genial smile on Turan's face: "Okay, okay. As long as you don't sit alone in loneliness, that's the best."

Before Olivia's wind chimes were awakened, they were still registered in the museum's collection. Therefore, the issue of her belonging is more sensitive. Sean asked, "Your Excellency the curator, can I take Olivia out of here?"

Gary Turan's eyes flashed with a solemn light: "Can you treat her like a human, respect her, and let her fulfill her mission?"

Sean nodded.

Turan smiled: "In fact, I don't need to ask such a question, I can also feel that you are the best home for wind chimes..."

"Maybe this is fate."

Turan sighed: "It would be best to let her go with you - I don't want her to continue to be locked up in some museum, or to be taken apart by the authorities for study...

"There has been such a big change in the museum that I'm going to submit a long report.

"In the report, I will describe it as follows: The fragments of Naia tried to inspire the evil things in the museum, and the alchemy doll was also affected, and was involved in the gate of the otherworld, whose whereabouts are unknown.

Sean nodded gratefully.

"However, I can't keep this secret alone..." Gary Turan looked at Evan and the others.

Moonlight was the quickest to answer: "Guys, I don't want Olivia to be treated like property again - Unknown Sea and I will definitely take good care of her."

Evan said: "I have no opinion. The Unknown Sea is a very powerful explorer, and he has stronger wings, which is a good thing for the entire exploration industry. Keeping a secret is a better choice~lightnovelpub.net~Doug Shrugged: "I remember that the quest remuneration stated that the team bounty was $800 and the mysterious legacy gained during the quest - from a regulatory point of view, the captain also had every reason to take her out of here. "The degenerates seem to appreciate the mighty Sean very much." Of course, I'll be tight-lipped, too, considering the possible repercussions later. "

Perhaps it was to sympathize with the loneliness she experienced, and everyone present hoped that she could leave this place.

Gary Turan nodded happily: "That's great..." He looked at Olivia with smiling eyes, "The outside world is very exciting... You must go out and see."

Olivia saluted again: "Thank you for your accomplishment. I will."

She has no expression, but Sean can feel that she has her own emotions.

And at this moment, there was some small joy and excitement in her heart.

"Oh, my God..." Turan suddenly held his head exaggeratedly and said half-jokingly, "What's going on with this atmosphere? How does it feel like it's at my daughter's wedding?"

Hearing Turan's metaphor, Olivia turned sideways and turned to the direction of no one - although her expression did not change, she seemed a little shy, and her voice deliberately clarified coldly: "It's not that kind of relationship. Bing, Bingzhu Man is the guardian of the reader."

Turan smiled even more happily, thinking of his daughter: "My Ruth has grown up too, and in a few years, she will be the age of marriage..."

With the demise of the fragments of Naia, those precious memories of Turan slowly returned to his mind.

"Thank God, everything is still in time! I can still attend her future wedding, lead her in the church, and slowly walk towards my own happiness..." Turan clenched his hands, grateful for what happened now...