Curator Turan stopped and stood in front of the museum map.
As can be seen from the map, the overall layout of the museum is a circle. The middle of the circle is divided into many different exhibition areas.
The curator pointed to the innermost "planetarium": "This is the black exhibition hall.
“After two horrific incidents in quick succession, I shut it down.
"Since nothing strange was detected in the black meteorite, the investigation results could not connect it with the two strange events. Due to the cumbersome procedures, no one moved it away... However, Holy Father, I will not Dare you display it again.
"To be honest, just because of these things, I rarely pass by the corridor near the exhibition hall..."
There are certain risks in having the curator accompany you for inspection. However, there are also risks for the team to investigate alone.
Sean weighed it a little and said: "We are not familiar with this place, so I would like to ask you to take us to see it."
"No problem." Curator Turan nodded simply, "With you here, I won't be so afraid."
"Before we go, we need to discuss one more thing. Please wait a moment." He walked away from the curator.
Sean asked the clown hermit directly: "Evan, I want to ask your opinion - is it necessary to check other exhibition areas and collections?"
Sean could feel that the Clown Hermit was someone who could serve as an adviser.
The clown hermit was lost in thought. After a while, Ivan raised his eyes: "I understand what you mean. Sometimes, just like a magic show, the answer to the mystery is not in the obvious place.
"All the cases and clues point to the black meteorite in the black exhibition hall. Maybe this is a deception. The real evil element is actually something else...
"So you thought you'd want to check out the other exhibits."
Sean nodded: "I tend to look around."
Ivan also nodded: "Second the suggestion. We can ask the curator to show us around - and get to know him by the way."
Turning back to Turan, Sean said: "Mr. Turan, in addition to going to the planetarium to investigate, we would like to visit your museum on the way there."
The eyes under the golden glasses brightened: "This is what I thought too - I just wanted to invite you to take a look."
"Then I'll excuse you."
Curator Turan walked in front and led the team to start the tour; Sean suddenly noticed that a wailing face seemed to appear on the wall in the peripheral vision.
Turning around suddenly, I saw that it was just a pattern on the wood paneling that looked like a human face.
Sean shook his head slightly and followed Curator Turan forward.
On the wood paneling, a wailing face formed by the grain of the wood is frozen in place.
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In order to save electricity, the lights in the exhibition hall were turned off, and Turan didn't turn on the switch until he walked in.
Doug was visibly disgusted by what was on display in the first exhibition hall.
Curator Turan walked in front and pointed to a glass window in the middle of the exhibition hall. In the glass window were three erected sarcophagi, containing three mummies.
Although these three mummies resemble humanoids, if you look closely, you can find that they are different from modern humans in many ways.
Their heads are narrow and pointed, as if they are deformed; their brows and cheekbones are particularly protruding; their joints are very thick, and their arms are much longer than humans, which makes their arms particularly conspicuous. The mummies on the left and right have their hands crossed on their chests, while the mummy in the middle has its arms hanging down.
Even if there is no moisture in their bodies, their muscle lines can still be seen through the antiseptic bandages wrapped around them.
"The mummies made by the degenerates." Turan looked at the creations of the degenerates tens of thousands of years ago with fascination, and introduced, "This is the earliest artificial embalmed corpse discovered by humans.
"The ancient degenerates are also called Nians. The anthropological community has several conjectures about the relationship between Nians and humans. "Some scholars believe that they are a special group that suddenly experienced degeneration.
"Some people think that they are completely different from humans, but they just lost to modern humans in the evolutionary competition.
"Some people think that they are an intermediate stage in the evolution from apes to humans, and there are just a few remaining groups...
“There is endless debate among academic circles and there is no final conclusion.
"The bloodline of degenerates has continued to this day and has been mixed with humans, so some people can..."
"We all know this and don't need to explain it too much." Doug, who was standing a little further away, interrupted the curator's narration roughly.
Because he was too immersed in the introduction of the exhibits, Gary Turan did not observe a single explorer and seemed very uncomfortable in this exhibition hall.
Quite a few people have an instinctive fear of degenerates. Turan nodded in understanding, said something else casually, and after a while, took the four of them to the next exhibition hall.
When leaving, Sean had a strange feeling - he felt like he didn't notice anything important.
Click.
The curator turned off the light, and when Sean turned around for the last time, he saw three mummies in the window, keeping the same movements, with their hands folded on their chests, seemingly falling asleep again in the darkness.
Walking through the corridors, Gary Turan led the four people in and out of each exhibition hall.
Sean discovered that the exhibition halls of the museum seemed to be arranged in chronological order.
The further you go inside, the closer the collection on display becomes to modern times.
Entering the next exhibition hall, Curator Turan turned on the lights, and Sean saw that the windows here were filled with man-made things.
There are many products of alchemy and watchmakers from the 16th century.
"This exhibition hall displays some man-made masterpieces from the 16th century." Curator Turan was walking, rubbing his hands with excitement. "This exhibition hall contains another of our treasures...
With a mysterious smile, the curator said: "You can see it in a moment."
The combination of alchemy and watchmaking technology, coupled with the emergence of the famous master craftsman Leonardo da Vinci, made the 16th century known as the "golden age of alchemy."
With the help of the power of alchemy, humans have created many incredible and ingenious things.
Sean and others saw a huge mechanical clock, depicting a castle with a Swan Lake.
As time goes by, the sun rises and the moon sets, swans cruise, nobles dance, knights parade past, etc. will appear on the castle.
An exquisite ball made of gold, with more than a dozen layers of spheres nested layer by layer, each layer can rotate freely, and the core is a smooth and bright ruby.
Although the mechanical lion designed and manufactured by Dal Finch has been damaged and the restoration technology has been lost, the lion made of iron is resting, giving people an invisible shock...
Sean has gradually learned that "alchemy" still works in some hidden corners. For example, the steel giant "Holy Infant Sanctuary" he saw before is the product of the combination of modern industry and ancient alchemy.
"The Daedalus Foundation seems to have mastered some alchemical techniques and creations..." Sean always felt that he would have interactions with this mysterious organization in the future.
"Finally..." Gary Turan turned on the light with a separate switch, and after it lit up in an independent display cabinet, the four of them, Sean, stopped in shock...
Under the light, a short-haired, slender girl sat with her legs crossed, looking calm and elegant.
Surprisingly, the girl's body is made of metal parts.
The slender arms, the smooth and delicate calves... are all made of hand-forged parts.
The dark gold metal material is engraved with smooth and complicated patterns and hollows, flowing through every inch of her body. The exposed delicate gears and dusty crystals make her look like a work of art.
She has been sitting like this with her legs crossed for hundreds of years, vivid and lifelike, more like a ballet dancer resting between dances than a doll.
"The Alchemy Doll designed and manufactured by Dal Vinci..." Although he has seen it countless times, the curator's eyes still sparkled slightly - no one would not be shocked and moved by this ultimate man-made masterpiece.
In the dark gold carving pattern on the "skin" of the left shoulder, a small poem is written in smooth and gorgeous fonts: When the breeze plays the wind chimes, the golden rose will bloom. Under the ticking moon, the candle holder will eventually wake up.
"Wind Chime, Golden Rose...are they code names or names?" Sean secretly asked.
Moonlight's eyes were fascinated, and he couldn't help but begin to imagine in his mind the scene of an alchemy doll dancing alone under the moon.
The clown hermit's eyes were also admiring every detail: "Dal Vinci was a member of a secret society. I heard that all his design drawings and manuscripts were preserved by that society. Unfortunately, from public knowledge, it was found that There is no information about that association..."
The Clown Hermit seems to be very interested in Dal Vinci.
Sean's eyes fell on the long neck of the Alchemy Doll - there was a strange-shaped hole there. I don't know what it was used for, but Sean always felt that it looked familiar...
"This is our treasure... It's a pity that it can't be moved anymore." The director's eyes were full of love.
“Technicians were afraid of damaging her structure, so they didn’t dare to take it apart and inspect it.
"...Next time if you want to see her, you have to go to the New Testament Museum." Turan suddenly looked a little sad.
When leaving this exhibition hall, Sean, who had been on guard with ectoplasm, suddenly vaguely sensed something on the alchemy doll...
The feeling is hard to describe.
It's like in the night when time is drifting and stacking like snowflakes, you can vaguely see a flickering light of fire in the distance...
It seems to be there but not there, revealing the meaning of waiting alone.
The lights in the exhibition hall dimmed.
The moonlight cannot shine here, and the girl is still alone, sitting alone in the endless dark years.
