After seeing the masterpiece of alchemy, Sean felt a little melancholy for no reason.
It was as if I felt deep sympathy for a kind of loneliness that lasted for hundreds of years.
"I have to focus on the task." Sean shook his head slightly to keep himself focused and put the feeling behind him.
They entered the next exhibition hall.
When he turned on the light, Sean was struck by the sight painted by an object in front of him.
It was a huge oil painting.
The painter's brushstrokes are extremely fierce and agile, and he outlines a tragic scene.
A dozen people each held daggers and glared at a king wearing a laurel crown.
They scrambled to thrust their daggers into the back of the fallen king.
"The scene of Casal, the leader of the Republic of Wim, being assassinated by members of the Senate. The title of the painting is "A Murder"."
The bloody dagger is not the most eye-catching element in the painting.
It is unforgettable, and what must come to mind before falling asleep are the eyes of those assassins.
The artist seems to have deliberately made the whites of their eyes larger and the pupils smaller. The eyes are wide open due to hatred and fear. The dagger clenched in their hands is stabbing the king, and the "dagger" in their eyes is also the same.
The oil painting exhibition hall is basically full of original works by famous artists.
Sean knows that although "oil painting" is a painting, it is actually a three-dimensional work of art.
The paint applied by the painter may pile up into hills and hills on the painting to achieve a stunning visual effect when viewed from the front...
To make an eye pop, black and white paint may stand out from the painting like a real eyeball.
When admiring the original work, you can feel the painter's thick coating and stacking, and you can better understand the vitality and creativity of the artwork.
"Did you sense anything?" Every time he visited an exhibition hall, Sean would use his ectoplasm to check around.
Ivan's sensing ability is stronger, so Sean will ask him about his observations.
"Nothing unusual." Until now, the team has not found anything strange worth mentioning.
After walking out of the exhibition hall, Turan turned off the lights in the oil painting exhibition hall. Sean turned around and wanted to ask Ivan, but suddenly saw——
In the darkness, in the oil painting "A Murder", the eyes of the assassins holding daggers no longer stared at Casal on the ground, but stared at Ivan's back!
Sean was startled and pointed behind Ivan.
All three members of the team turned around cautiously.
Sean felt a little dizzy. When he looked again, he realized that it seemed to be his illusion - the assassins were clearly staring at Cassar.
Sean frowned, and while the curator took a few steps forward, he whispered: "Something's wrong, everyone, please be alert!"
After visiting one exhibition hall after another, Sean actually felt a little tired.
"How could this be? Since I became an explorer, my physical fitness has gotten better and better. Why am I tired just walking around like this?"
When passing by a window that had not been wiped for a long time and looked very dirty, Sean's peripheral vision once again saw a howling and twisted face on the window glass. When he looked at it, he found that it was just stains. optical illusion painting...
"What's wrong with me?" Sean frowned, "I have repeated misjudgments and hallucinations. Is it caused by nervousness?"
With this in mind, Sean started his routine decompression operation again - checking his weapons.
His ectoplasm first touched two pistols, M1920 and M1911A1, and then touched the holy light bullet.
He suddenly froze.
He clearly remembered that he brought two holy light bombs. At this moment, I checked my whole body, but only found one.
Did you make a mistake? Lost it on the way?
impossible! Sean stopped and started checking all the items.
The more I checked, the colder I felt.
There are only a dozen bullets left in the pistol, one Holy Silver Coin is missing, and the psychic smelling salts are almost used up.
"Someone stole something from me?!" Sean looked around nervously, causing both teammates to look at him.
He used the card vibration to immediately notify the other two people: Check the equipment!
As soon as he gave the order, Sean saw something wrong on the faces of Evan and Doug——
The equipment and items they carry are also reduced!
When was it reduced? You've been visiting all the way, but why don't you feel anything and the things on your body have become less?
The strange things made the three explorers' eyes appear with alertness and fear.
Not far in front of the corridor, Curator Turan noticed that the visitors were not following, stopped and turned around: "What's wrong?
"Are you tired? It's almost over."
The smile on his face had an indescribable and strange feeling.
During the visit, Sean kept doing one thing.
He retrieved and only glanced briefly at all the reports related to the Arkham National Museum before continuing to read.
At this time, he happened to see a piece of text.
This description almost allowed him to physically express the intense mental activity at this moment.
However, he took control.
In the Shengen space, Sean stared at a description:
"In order to uncover the mystery of Adams's death, when the missing case of the Explorer team occurred, the curator Gary Turan personally led the tour..."
When they first entered the museum, what Gary Turan said was still in Sean's ears: "...the tour guide who led them that day seemed to be seriously frightened, and he resigned soon after, and even left the museum. Cam..."
The person who guided "Old Hunter" Gustav Burns' team on the tour that day was the curator himself.
There wasn't a tour guide scared enough to run away from Arkham.
The person who saw the "strange things" on that "black grassland" was Gary Turan himself.
Ivan's "hidden insight" is correct. Gary Turan was not contaminated or parasitized by evil.
There is only one possibility - the curator who has led us to visit for so long has gone crazy.
Seeing Gary Turan in front of him with swaying hair and a smile that couldn't be described as weird, Sean almost took out his gun and shot.
However, in the face of strangeness, intuitive violence will only make the situation worse.
Sean tried to calm down and said with a smile: "Mr. Curator, we are a little tired and want to take a rest."
Gary Turan nodded mechanically: "Okay. Then we don't want to go anywhere, just stand here and take a rest."
His words were a little strange, causing Evan and Doug to look at each other with a frown.
"The curator has a problem. Don't act rashly." Sean quickly used the Explorer playing cards to secretly inform the team.
The feeling of uneasiness has reached its peak.
Besides the lack of equipment, there was something else that made Sean feel unnatural.
"Did we come to Arkham City as a three-man team?"
He looked at Evan and Doug beside him, and wondered: "Why didn't I bring Moonlight for this mission?
"Where did I separate from him?"
Can not remember. The memory is a blur.
Sean felt a tremor all over his body!
Everything is wrong!
Since the divine root strengthened his soul, Sean has been able to almost achieve photographic memory.
No more vague memories!
How could he forget where he separated from Moonlight? !
"The key guess is that my memory has been deleted."
Sean felt a little desperate: "If the opponent's ability is to delete memories... there is no way to fight against him!"
"If I forget that my enemy is my enemy, I will always be deceived and controlled!"
"There must be some way!"
"Thinking, I have to think..."
Suppressing his panic, Sean desperately thought about various possibilities.
Gary Turan stood with his hands and legs together, like a ridiculous tin soldier, looking directly at Sean and the three of them.
Suddenly, Sean had some inspiration: "If it were me, I would definitely do one thing!
"I should choose and believe in myself!"
His consciousness sneaked into the divine root space, and he silently chanted the call in his heart: "A note I wrote to myself!"
"The filing cabinet has the ability to ensure that information will not be tampered with or forgotten. If it were me, I would leave a note for myself if I found any clues about memory deletion!"
From the countless filing cabinets that stretched into the thick fog, there was a lonely sound of opening drawers.
A page flew to Sean's eyes like a stray white dove.
The words on the white paper can be seen to be my own handwriting, but the handwriting is very sloppy and confusing...
It felt like a cry of despair.
Sean read it and was shocked:
First time writing: "Key reasoning: Don't believe Gary Turan, his ability is to delete memories! I will let him choose to forget some things! The triggering mechanism is unknown!
"He is consuming us while leading us into the black room. We must find a way to escape. Once we reach the black room, we will be dead!
The second time he wrote: "The ammunition is running low. I realize that after the battle, the memory will be erased, and we will not remember that we encountered danger and started the battle! Damn it! According to my guess, almost every exhibition hall has There are evil existences, and we have experienced more than one battle!
The third time he wrote: "The guess I wrote the second time was right! The assassins in that painting walked out of the painting with daggers and attacked us!
"Damn, we should be a team of four! Moonlight must have come to Arkham City too! I don't know where he went!"
The fourth time he wrote: "After walking out of this hall, I will try to attack Gary Turan next. If this article is not added, it means that you cannot attack him. Attacking him will lead to forgetfulness!"
The fifth writing: "The attack attempt seems to have failed. I will try to induce him with words so that we can leave. If this is not appended, it means that it will lead to forgetfulness."
The sixth time I wrote: "Next, I will choose to run away and try not to be caught by him. If this line is not added, it means that I failed to escape and will be forgotten again."
The note ended.
Sean raised his head and saw Gary Turan looking at him with interest: "Have you rested?
"Now that you have rested, let's keep walking."
