Jaro Wojček, the caretaker of the Prague museum for 22 years, finally returned to his post today after a week of psychological counseling and exorcism.

A week ago, this brave man had a terrible night...

The black and white hat, the jointed limbs kicking around under the hat, the black and white strange man grinning at himself in the bull's-eye lights...

Those damned memories kept him up at night, but fortunately, after hypnotherapy and exorcism, he was finally able to face what happened that night: it was a grotesque hallucination caused by years of accumulated work pressure.

Everyone has moments of vulnerability. Jarrow sighed sadly, feeling sorry for himself. Looks like it's time to think about retirement. He walked melancholy through the empty hall during the lunch break, and then, a burst of golden light flashed in front of him, a group of masked people led a woman with blue flames all over her body, and a pale man with a foul smell The man suddenly appeared in front of him.

And that pale guy was obviously the strange guest who smiled at him that night.

Seeing this scene, Yarrow blinked, then turned around suddenly, and said loudly while shaking his head: "Yaruo, Yarrow, I just said that I am too anxious to go to work today!

"Have you seen hallucinations again?" He laughed and shook his head, striding out, "You still have to rest for a few days! Mmm! You still have to rest for a few days!"

The heels of his legs were a little weak, and he felt dizzy. Regardless of the various noises coming from behind, he leaned on the wall and walked quickly—it was time to get off work!

Although it is not difficult for Xiao En to use his divine power to shuttle in New Testament City, it is very difficult to travel thousands of kilometers in other places, and it requires an amazing amount of spiritual power, let alone transfer So many people. Therefore, he could only use the last touchstone.

According to Arthur's previous description, Sean quickly found the deadly fake in the alchemy exhibition hall...

Watching Xiao En break the glass and about to take out the copper oil lamp, Moonlight, who knew the cause, showed doubts: "Isn't this a fake? I don't understand..."

"Although the world is big, Schrodinger has to find a place to put the oil lamp. The 'fakes' on display are not fakes—this is Schrodinger's strategy." Sean carefully held out the patina stained with patina. "First of all, what Alicia and Wright got that night was actually the real thing, but Schrödinger set a trap inside.

"Then, after the trap is activated, everyone who knows the story will think that the tarnished copper oil lamp must be a fake. Because it is very risky to trap with the real one, not to mention that after the trap is completed, it has no trace. Defensively exhibited!

"Everyone knows that the people of Schrödinger and Daedalus are not fools, so what is on display must not be genuine. It will be excluded from any hypothesis."

A bewildered expression appeared on Moonlight's face.

"This is the effect Schrodinger wanted to achieve. The magic lamp is 'hidden' in a blatant manner, appearing in the most unlikely places."

Even in the world of logical deduction, which takes a lot of brain power, this is not included in Sean's sixteen hypotheses.

Because, a person who will hide his real body in a stinky brain room and wait for failure will never dare to throw the real thing in a museum showcase.

If the chess players can't see through Schrödinger's disguise of playing tricks as a bad chess player, even if they want to break their heads, they will never think that he will put the magic lamp where the enemy can easily get it.

If it weren't for Sean, Alicia would have lost completely this time.

Of course, until confirmed, all this is just a hypothesis. And if you want to know whether you have seen through Schroedinger's scheme, or if you think highly of him, you only need to...

In the dimly lit exhibition hall, Sean closed his eyes, and threw a wisp of psychic substance into it along the lamp opening.

In the darkness, he heard a wave of applause. The applause continued for a long time, and Sean opened his eyes.

This is a black and white world, like walking into an old movie. In a spacious ballroom, guests in fine costumes are applauding around him. They all had the same curved smiles on their faces, and the unanimous enthusiasm seemed a bit rigid...

A black-haired man with a greasy head stood in front of him, clapping his hands vigorously, with tears in his eyes.

"You got it right!" Ding Alai's voice sounded like a gramophone recording, "You beat that Austrian!"

He is the lamp god. I got it right. Sean exhaled.

The applause gradually went out with the lights, and the guests dispersed in the dark. Ding Alai was still illuminated by the spotlight: "Is everything that happened now true? Can it finally end? Can I leave?"

Sean realized that some legends were actually looking forward to their own end.

Everything that was supposed to happen, should have happened long ago. Forcibly staying will only lead to one tragedy after another.

"Yeah, but there is still one more step." Sean said, "I will return the source quality, and then you can leave."

The last lamp **** opened his nose slightly, apparently unable to restrain his true feelings: "I have been away from home for more than a thousand years... What has my hometown become for more than a thousand years?"

Before Sean could answer, he raised a hand, which was trembling slightly: "No, don't tell me...I'll go and see with my own eyes!"

"I'm going home! I'm not in the story anymore..."

Who would have thought that the real ending of the "Aladdin" story would not be "live happily ever after". I'm almost crazy...

Perhaps, the ending of the fairy tale is not necessarily beautiful, and the story always ends abruptly at the point of "living happily and happily forever", just to take care of the feelings of the people who read the story.

Fortunately, however, this story seems to have a satisfying ending.

"I'm no longer the person in the story..." The man in the suit covered his face, tears streaming down the black and white stage.

In a moment of emotional need for someone to go home, Sean steps back from the magic lamp.

Too many people are coveting the Touchstone, and more than that—can't wait any longer!

Sean put the magic lamp on the ground, and Moonlight and Ivan helped Wright sit up.

Wright was still too weak to speak, and only stared straight at Sean. There was so much emotion in those eyes, and endless gratitude.

This young ancient man is now surrounded by his father's utensils and portraits, as if he has returned to yesterday's time. Before long, he would no longer be the proud creation of his father, no longer lingering in the world. Passing can be sweet too.

The ritual of returning the divine power is very simple, as long as the basic guidance is performed, the original object will flow into the low-lying area like water. After Xiao En used spiritual power to guide, golden light lit up in the exhibition hall, and a bridge of dawn was built between Wright and the magic lamp.

With the return of the source of divine power, the world inside the lamp changed from black and white to colorful. The patina on the oil lamp also gradually receded, revealing a warm golden color...

At the same time as the source quality was returned, the voyage that had been put on hold for a long time began directly.

In front of Ding Alai, there appeared a road filled with wind and sand, a road extending from the vast desert...

There used to be camel bells and business travelers on that road~lightnovelpub.net~ There were ascetic and devout people, and there were also people who were forced to leave their homes.

After thousands of years, the wanderer finally set foot on the way home. Fortunately, even though time has changed the landscape along the way, the white clouds and blue sky on the road are still the same as it was thousands of years ago...

It's time to go home. He took off his fine clothes, put on the patched commoner clothes, and turned into a sallow figure, walking into the wind and sand...

Amidst the splendor of the dawn, the most vigilant candle holders are still the first to react.

The copper-bone umbrella burst open suddenly, and a phantom green frenzy rushed against the umbrella surface, triggering a howl of phantom pain.

Sean and the others turned their heads in horror.

They saw the boundless and rich dream green pervading the empty exhibition hall. Two figures came step by step from the green seabed. Behind the two figures, Kluvitan's giant head rose from the sea level...

Horrible trumpets sounded from the dreams of all.

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