After a few breaths, everyone arrived at the Museum of Living Things.
As before, the museum smells of death.
It's like a ruin after the war, without any fluctuation of life.
It was obviously the first time for Ms. Wang to see such a scene, and her body was instinctively frightened. She gently grabbed Wang Wu's sleeve and hugged the child tightly.
Although Wang Wu was a little scared, he was a modern person after all. He had seen a lot and had watched a lot of movies. After a while, he became normal.
Only Xiao Ming, like a jumping monkey, started to touch around before Cheng Ye could introduce him.
Cheng Ye originally wanted to explain things to Wang Wu and the others, but when he saw this, he had to remind Xiao Ming: "Although you are a guest, you may also become an exhibit."
One sentence.
Xiao Ming was quiet.
He stood there: "Exhibits? What do you mean?"
Cheng Ye took his time: "As you can see, the entire museum of dead objects is a lifeless alien space. It only repeats one thing every day, which is to collect the people who enter as its own exhibits."
Xiao Ming's dark eyes revealed ecstasy: "Is it so interesting?"
Cheng Ye choked.
Yes, he forgot, this Xiao Ming is not a normal person.
Saying such things doesn't scare him at all, it only excites him.
How could it not be exciting to dance on the tip of a knife?
Cheng Ye froze for a while and continued: "In short, don't move."
"If you want to die, you can wait until I settle Brother Wang, and don't drag everyone down."
Every sentence contained a hidden warning.
Xiao Ming said nothing or moved any more.
I don’t know if he listened or not.
But Cheng Ye knew that, judging from his excitement since learning that the Museum of Dead Things had become a prop, he had wanted to come here for a long time.
After saying that, Cheng Ye stopped caring about Xiao Ming, took Wang Wu and others to his bedroom, and said seriously: "This is my place to rest. There is no other room in the museum where I can rest. I can only wrong your family of three to live here. .”
The museum does have other staff dormitories, but if you have to cross five exhibition halls and pass through heavy darkness, you are always worried that something unexpected will happen, so it is better to live in the headquarters with peace of mind.
Wang Wu looked at the bedroom, which was not too small. It had all the furniture and equipment, and he was very satisfied: "I haven't lived in such a modern room for a long time. Don't worry, I won't cause any trouble to you."
"What's the trouble?" Cheng Ye sighed.
If there wasn't a better way, he wouldn't want the person he admired to take such a risk.
After all, the Museum of Dead Things feels like there are still many doubtful things in it, and even if he is the curator, he can't explain them clearly.
Just like the king of a country, he doesn't know where a death happened in a corner, or there is a small village that ignores laws and morals and covers the sky with one hand.
This was the feeling the Museum of Dead Things gave him.
Risks and benefits coexist.
After all, it is a rule-based prop, and it cannot be understood clearly in just one sentence.
"Dad, Mom, it's so cold." Wang Yu, Wang Wu's son, suddenly said this, staring timidly at the beautiful ceramic floor, trembling slightly.
cold?
Cheng Ye raised his eyebrows.
Perhaps it was the cold environment that made the children feel uncomfortable.
After all, children are still much more perceptive than adults.
The adults are rough-skinned and thick-skinned. After a lot of experience, they seem to be numb.
Although Ms. Wang was a little panicked, she still comforted the child: "It's okay, it's okay, mom and dad are here."
[In view of the general environment,
Wang Wuze laughed deliberately, took the child from Wang's hand, and said, "A man, didn't you once say that you would go to the battlefield to kill the enemy and bring glory to the country?"
"No
It's just a change of environment, so what's there to be afraid of? "
Wang Wu's words were extremely igniting, and the child's black and white eyes actually ignited with fearless courage.
"I'm not afraid, I'm just a little cold!"
he retorted loudly.
Such a rebuttal made the coldness in the air dissipate a lot.
Everyone laughed in unison.
Cheng Ye once again told what should be paid attention to in the Museum of Dead Things. Wang Wu memorized everything, and he decided to take everyone to visit the Museum of Dead Things.
After all, this is where they will live in the future, so it would be better to get familiar with the environment.
Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst.
Xiao Ming couldn't hold himself back for a long time. Hearing that he could visit the museum, he couldn't help but get excited and wanted to quickly open a door and go out.
At this moment, Cheng Ye seemed to be deliberately going against Xiao Ming: "Wait a minute."
Xiao Ming's expression was slightly distorted, but he still stopped obediently.
Cheng Ye called Wei Sheng'an.
Wei Sheng'an is indeed an expert at picking up calls in seconds. The call was picked up almost instantly.
"We are all in the Museum of Dead Things now. Would you like to come in and take a walk together?"
Wei Sheng'an didn't seem to be very interested and replied lazily: "I won't go."
With this time, he might as well catch up on some sleep.
Cheng Ye already knew Wei Sheng'an's character very well, so he hung up the phone without trying to persuade her a second time.
Wang Yu was very curious about all this. He raised his head and asked Wang Wu: "Dad, what is that?"
Wang Wu touched the child's head: "It's a phone, something that can make calls even across the mountains."
Confusion appeared in the child's eyes.
Yes, after all, in his dynasty, there was no such thing as a telephone.
In addition, conditions do not allow it, and time travelers cannot bring this modern technology over.
And there was Wang who had something strange in her eyes like a child.
She is a typical virtuous wife and mother who never leaves the house.
The understanding of the travelers is also reflected in the few words among neighbors.
Now that I have seen such a magical thing, it is like opening the door to a new world.
Originally she was a little worried about entering here, but now she was only determined.
Life is so short.
It’s better to see something new.
What's more, there is someone you love by your side.
Thinking of this, Wang's eyes softened and she looked at Wang Wu next to her.
It was always like this, as if as long as Wang Wu was next to her, she wouldn't be afraid if the sky fell.
He will definitely hold on to this world.
Xiao Ming was already impatient with waiting. He urged: "Let's go, let's talk while walking."
Ever since he saw the Museum of Dead Things on the screen, he had been very curious about the inside.
I really want to go there myself and experience the tourist experience.
If Cheng Ye hadn't given him the leaflets, he really wanted to be a tourist.
Cheng Ye looked at Xiao Ming's anxious look and smiled: "Okay, let's go now."
He opened the curator's permissions and looked at the order in which he visited the museum last time.
Although guests do not need to follow most of the rules, it is still a good habit to develop.
It's like the clock on the wall was suddenly removed, but I still can't help but look up when I look at the time.
There are some small habits that you can’t just pay attention to.
The inertia of the body can sometimes have a huge impact.
Like——
Cheng Ye looked at the gentle Chu Yue standing by.
Just like the special feeling he had for her.
We met again, even though they had different appearances, we still heard the hot heartbeat.
Yes, the system cannot resist the tacit understanding and instinct.
Cheng Ye smiled, walked to Chu Yue, and held Chu Yue's hand in front of everyone.
He didn't know what the system had done, but judging from Chu Yue's initiative to kiss him, falling in love would not affect anything.
Then, talk openly.
The game is willing to watch...
Then just watch.
