"Crying and laughing sometimes?" Ivan asked with a frown, "Who is he?"
Noel shook his head: "I don't know, it sounded like a man's voice. I wanted to listen carefully, but there was a strange roar coming from the museum - adults say that strange things happen in the museum at night. I I felt very scared and ran away..."
"What about other than that?" Sean narrowed his eyes and continued to ask.
Noel thought about it for a while and shook his big head: "Nothing else."
Sean took out the remaining 1 New Zealand dollar coin and handed it to Noel.
Noel waved his hand repeatedly, and Sean nodded: "Take it, this is the reward for providing information.
"But don't give this money to your father, he will definitely use it to buy wine - you go buy some delicious food and eat it yourself."
Noel was quite moved and bowed vigorously: "Thank you, sir!"
When he stood up again, the four mysterious people had walked into the mist and left.
"What a kind person..." Noel wiped his eyes and felt like crying.
He suddenly felt that the world became a little better.
While walking towards the museum gate, Sean whispered to all the team members: "According to my previous experience, the staff inside the museum are not trustworthy, and they may have been deceived by evil things.
"Whether it's the director or the tour guide, I believe there must be someone among the museum's employees who wants to murder us..."
It's not because Sean has delusions of persecution - his previous experiences really prevent him from having enough trust in the people involved in the incident.
"However, if we don't trust others at all, the mission will not progress.
“So the focus is on identifying lies and threats.
“We must face the people we meet during the mission with a skeptical eye and a testing mentality, and then selectively believe.
"Ivan, you have the ability of 'hidden insight', so you have to check everyone you meet and inform the results by shaking the Seeker playing cards."
"Understood." The clown hermit nodded, very appreciative of Sean's stability - he also smelled that the captain had suffered a lot of big losses, "Secretly observe, and then tell the teammates privately, this is what I did in the previous mission. Something that is often done.”
"Not bad." Sean nodded, feeling that his teammates this time were extremely reliable, "Not only Ivan, but all of us must inform us in time if we find something strange.
“Second, even if it passes Ivan’s inspection, it cannot be completely trusted.
"As the mission progresses, we must watch for those who appear trustworthy and pay attention to the vibration of the playing cards in our pockets."
"clear."
After the explanation, as soon as the four of them entered the revolving door of the museum, two people came to greet them.
The man walking in front had unkempt curly hair as lush as spring grass. He was not tall and wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked a little tired, but his face was full of enthusiasm, and there was a hint of peace of mind and relief in his expression. .
"Curator Gary Turan." In Sean's mind, there was a photo of the curator with messy hair on a page of "Arkham Gazette".
Walking behind Gary Turan was a middle-aged man wearing a gray suit, with a hooked nose, a gray beard on his face, and a proud look on his face. The enthusiasm on his face was in sharp contrast to Gary Turan's. .
"Finally!" Gary Turan said excitedly, "After such a long time, finally a explorer has come!"
The curator introduced himself and the people around him: "This is Mr. West from the Arkham Cultural Bureau..."
Gary Turan and West didn't notice that the clown hermit closed his eyes. His eyes sparkled for a while in his eyelids.
In his eyes, the soulful contents of the two Arkham men were fully revealed.
There are no traces of contamination or control. Except for the curator's worry and melancholy, the rest of the state is within the normal category.
"Both people are safe. The curator is in a bad mood." Ivan informed the team members of the observation results by shaking the playing cards at the same time.
West seemed to resist contact with the explorers, so he detoured a little and said goodbye to Gary Turan: "Tulan, remember what I said, you don't have to live here every day - next year, the collection here will definitely be moved. If you go to the New Testament Museum, you don’t have to work so hard..."
Gary Turan nodded repeatedly, his messy hair blowing in the wind: "I understand, I'm just used to it. Before moving, please let me stay the same."
Seeing that the curator couldn't speak, West shook his head and walked out of the museum door.
"His Excellency, Director Gary Turan." Sean nodded slightly, introduced his teammates, and then asked directly, "Are you staying in this museum at night?"
Gary Turan laughed: "There is a small bedroom here. I was working overtime for the cultural festival, so I stayed there temporarily for a month. Later, for convenience, I simply moved in..."
"Didn't some weird things happen in this museum?" Whether it was the tour guide losing his face, a team of explorers disappearing, or Noel's laughter and tears, everything sounded so weird and dangerous. "How dare you live here?"
"My grandmother once told me a truth," Curator Turan looked very cheerful and optimistic. "The more you are afraid, the more terrible things will happen; the more fearless you are, the more terrible things will go away from you... …
"Besides, this museum..." Turan looked up at the ceiling and chandeliers of the museum with a smile in his eyes, "It has feelings for me."
The museum is about to be demolished... Sean probably understands why Turan is depressed.
"Of course, there is another reason..." Turan looked at several security guards in gray uniforms standing in the museum hall who had been patrolling and on guard.
There is embroidery on their smart uniforms, and the embroidered pattern is a dog running under a diamond frame - the special ability team managed by the Discipline, the "Shepherd Dogs". .
Museums everywhere are protected by the divine court to prevent their collections from being coveted by evil or astray explorers.
However, their ability can only protect, and they are no match for the experts in this field - the explorers - in solving unknown problems.
The front hall of the museum is very large, and the decoration is modeled after the Leon Museum, which is elegant and atmospheric.
Unfortunately, it seems that it has been neglected. Many utensils and items are covered with dust, and the overall look is a bit deserted and withered.
"Where is your family?" Moonlight asked curiously.
"They're all at home..." Curator Turan didn't seem to want to talk about this topic anymore. He turned around and guided Sean and others inside, saying at the same time: "I know you are here for the poor guy from before..." The curator paused. After a moment, "Here comes William Adams. He's a good young man who didn't deserve something terrible like that."
"Oh, and..." he shook his finger, "and the disappearance of the explorer Mr. Gustav..."
"Where did they disappear?" asked the Clown Hermit in a low voice.
"The black exhibition hall at the back of the museum..." Director Turan's expression became more serious, "It is also called the planetarium. Because it has a star curtain that simulates the night sky, we call it the black exhibition hall.
"The tour guide who led them that day seemed to have been severely frightened. He left his job not long after and even left Arkham..."
"What happened that day?" Perhaps out of consideration of eliminating risks, the clown hermit was very interested in the disappearance of the explorer.
Curator Turan turned around and said slowly: "There is a black crystal meteorite in the black exhibition hall.
"Later I heard from the tour guide that the black crystal meteorite seemed to have a huge attraction for those explorers. They insisted on taking a look at the exhibition hall. As a result, not long after entering, some terrible things happened... "
"What's up?"
"Yes, I saw a piece of... black grassland in the exhibition hall..." Turan shook his head repeatedly, as if he felt ridiculous, "Then the tour guide saw something in the black grassland, and he fainted from fright. When he woke up, , several explorers disappeared.
"In addition," Turan emphasized, "William Adams also died in that exhibition hall..."
"After the Explorer team disappeared, people from the Explorer Association conducted various explorations and studies on the black meteorite, but found nothing strange. They just collected some samples and left.
"The investigation has produced no results. I have written several times but have not received any reply."
Although the investigation of the black meteorite has been inconclusive, there is no doubt that there must be something strange in it.
"Maybe it involves the belief in that faceless, nameless, formless existence." Sean thought.
