Not everyone has the guts to spend the night in a museum. However, for Jaro Wojciek, who has been working hard for 22 years, staying overnight here has become a common thing.

Due to the many rare treasures on display, some events did happen in the museum that cannot be made public. However, as an ordinary person, Yarrow survived the incident with his prudence and vigilance every time, and it is precisely because of this that he believes that he has completely conquered this place inhabited by many secrets. The museum at night is no longer repeated.

Tonight, after eating supper in the office and drinking some wine, it was time for another patrol. So he picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth, fastened the belt that he loosened before standing up, lit the bull's-eye lamp, and walked out of the office door.

He is used to patrolling counterclockwise, looking at the first floor after seeing the second floor, and today he also intends to follow the old habit—conservative is good, there is no need to change the tradition.

Walking through the huge exhibition hall with a lamp, he came to the Medieval Pavilion, where some medieval armor was displayed. He once let the interns patrol at night, because the armor standing in the dark was really scary, the young man patrolled here and refused to leave.

Recalling the expression of the practitioners back then, Ya Luo chuckled, stroked his beard, and walked towards the row of armor. When the bull's-eye lantern illuminated the rusted armor, Jarrow frowned—what was that?

After seeing it clearly, he walked over aggressively, with a little anger, he took off the half-black, half-white, strange-looking hat from the noble knight's head.

Which boring tourist trick is this again? !

These people don't know how to maintain basic respect for history and cultural relics! Yarrow's good mood, enhanced by roast quail and wine, was suddenly destroyed by this strange hat.

He didn't want to patrol with this strange thing, and he didn't want to go back too far to put it back in the office, so he put it on the table outside the Medieval Pavilion and continued to patrol.

By the time he walked to the Opera Wax Museum, Jarraud's lungs were about to explode. He saw that the gorgeous headdress of the lovely "Miss Sissy" was taken off, and replaced by a black and white wide-brimmed hat!

Gripping the wooden stick on his belt tightly, Jarrow strode over and took off the hat.

Walking out of the wax museum, Jarraud suddenly realized one thing: after visiting three museums, he found two hats. Didn't that boring tourist perform this prank in almost every museum?

Thinking of this, the administrator narrowed his eyes and began to walk back. He intends to take back the previous hat as well, he wants to see how many hats that guy put in the museum!

When he returned to the entrance of the Medieval Pavilion, Jarraud's neck stretched forward involuntarily—the light illuminated the empty table. The previous hat was gone.

Jaro swallowed his saliva, raised the hat in his hand and looked at it...

Someone is hiding in the pavilion?

Trying to scare me with this low-level prank?

Jaro Wojček sneered. He thought for a while, put his hat back on the table, turned around and pretended to continue his patrol. After walking not far, he confirmed that there was no one behind him, he screwed up the lampshade, pretended that he had gone far, hid behind a huge vase, and peeked at the hat—

If the guy's intention is to play tricks, then he will definitely show up to get the hat, as long as he shows up...

Jarrow's eyes, staring at the hat, grew bigger and bigger. The full moon outside the window sprinkled silver dust on the hat, and he saw more than a dozen slender legs protruding from the brim of the hat. The black and white of the legs depended on which side they were on, as if there was a black and white spider hidden in the hat!

The hat came to the ground along the legs of the table, crawling towards the distance at an eerie speed.

In order not to scream, Ya Luo raised his hand to cover his mouth. Feeling a pat on his numb shoulder, he turned his head subconsciously and saw a black and white smiling face.

"What did you see, so scared?" Edshu grinned grimly.

"Did you see this little guy?" The **** of mischief raised his black and white hat, and pointed the inside of the hat to the administrator. A dozen spider legs kicked in the air, making a scalp-numbing sound of crackling. When Jarrow saw the scene under the hat, his face instantly turned pale, matching the moonlight on the ground.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't yell anymore, he could only direct his messy body to turn around and run away.

After running a few steps, he was stopped by the black and white strange man. A black hand stretched out, palm down, a pocket watch pendulum: "Sleep, sleep... forget everything you just saw..."

The terrified Yarrow was obviously not hypnotized, his legs trembled violently, and cold sweat dripped from his chin.

Ed Shu pursed his lips in embarrassment, took off his hat, threw the pocket watch back, and then took out a huge wooden stick from the hat. The wooden stick hit the administrator's head, and Jarraud fell down and fainted.

"It's still easy to use..." Edshu smiled with satisfaction, and put the wooden stick back into the hat.

After seeing Wright doing all this in the shadows, Alicia came out.

Wright's appearance reappeared, and his face was a little tired: "This guy may know that I am leaving, so he made a particularly fierce noise..."

After moving the administrator back to the office, the two came to the alchemy hall.

The ground here is paved with malachite green marble, inlaid with intricate patterns of gold threads, solidifying the most primitive alchemy motto "Jade Record" on the ground.

The Prague Museum has the alchemy hall with the most complete collection in the entire European continent, which can be called a history of alchemy of artifacts.

The alchemy hall is divided into three small halls, corresponding to the top alchemy masters that have ever appeared in Europe - "Three Masters of Alchemy".

Carefully avoiding the Latin strokes on the ground with his toes, Wright led Alicia towards the rightmost hall. In the process, Alicia caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. That figure was bathed in the moonlight, reminding her of the beautiful scene she had seen in Ocean City—

At this moment, the person bathing in the moonlight is a short-haired Seiko girl. However, that is not the real "Moon Rose", but a model restored by later generations based on Da Vinci's manuscript. Many historians believe that the legendary Moon Rose does not actually exist due to the unimaginable technology of realizing the manuscripts.

And those legends that are serious are just a deification of the founder of precision alchemy...

What they didn't know was... the perfect figure with silver hair and red eyes flashed in front of the female chess player. What they don't know is that she is not only real, but also too beautiful to describe in words.

Believe what you see, and even have some confidence in the miracles you have never seen... Such an unsteady heart is probably the best way to experience this world.

The two finally walked into the exhibition hall belonging to "Dawn Warlock"~lightnovelpub.net~Looking at the glassware, crucibles and ancient objects placed in the window, Wright felt as if he had passed through a century. into his father's workshop.

Seeing things and thinking about others, Wright fell into a long silence.

Perhaps, among all human beings, he is the only one who understands a truth: every existence actually needs rest, and an endless life is a kind of torture.

They searched in this small hall, and finally, with the help of the faint moonlight, they saw that thing.

It was one of the antiquities studied by Neilman Flamel, but people didn't understand its significance, so it was just placed in a corner showcase and was easily overlooked.

It looked unremarkable, its copper surface already mottled green.

What looked like a teapot was actually an Arabian oil lamp. Only the Alicias know what it means—

That's where all the touchstones in the world come from.