“After breaking free, it took him one minute to catch up with Doug, who had been running away for four minutes.
"The distance between me and Doug is unknown, but nothing can hold back Turan...
"He should be able to find me in two minutes."
Now, Sean is about two minutes away from escaping the museum.
He had a chance to break out of the museum.
Sean frowned: "Intuitive thinking will lead to intuitive actions.
“In my previous escape plan, I must have escaped directly outside the museum.
“The results are clear.
“If I had acted counterintuitively, maybe there would have been a different outcome.”
With this thought in mind, Sean suddenly had some ideas as he passed by the display window with the alchemy dolls.
"I have to hide." After a while, Sean found a small dark cabinet not far from the doll display window to store miscellaneous items.
The secret cabinet not only has a door, but also has enough room for one person to hide.
Sean didn't think any more, hid in the dark cabinet and closed the wooden door.
Due to the intense exercise, his heartbeat was pounding, and it felt like others could hear his violent heartbeat even if they were standing outside the closet.
"Calm down, I must be calm..." Sean closed his eyes, immersed in the darkness, and kept calming his intense emotions and heartbeat.
Slowly, the heartbeat slowed down.
He knew that the other party might have the ability to search for vital signs and spiritual essence.
So Sean slowed down his breathing and gathered the spiritual essence into its weakest state.
He imagined himself melting into the darkness of the cabinet, as if becoming air.
"If you can't sense me... you can't find me." Sean's head gradually became chaotic.
Da da da.
The sound of Gary Turan’s footsteps echoed in the empty exhibition hall.
"Sure enough..." Sean closed his eyes, still imagining that he was a piece of air, "She should have the ability to teleport."
In order to reduce the fluctuations in emotions and spiritual power, Sean quickly wrote the words "suspicious teleportation" on the memo note in the Shengen space.
Da da da.
The sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor became more and more obvious.
Turan's footsteps were very strange - they were obviously very faint, but each step seemed to go very far.
The sound got closer and closer, Sean stopped all activities, and his ectoplasm shrank like an apple.
He entered a state of selflessness.
Da da da……
The strange footsteps gradually faded away.
"I wasn't found." Sean sighed.
"What should we do next?" The Questor card's ability to call for help is only 20 kilometers away, and Sean cannot contact the Questor Association.
He is now alone.
"Those sheepdogs guarding the hall..." Sean thought of the people from the divine court in gray uniforms. "They should not be the same as Turan... It is probably useless to rush over and tell them. Turan has a certain power here. Authority, he can slander us as being stimulated by evil and talking nonsense... I guess this is what happened in the previous escape.
"Moreover, Turan can also selectively erase their memories..."
Sean lay on his hands and knees, quietly thinking about all the possibilities.
After much thought, he realized there was not much he could do:
"I can write a note and throw it out of the museum when I find an opportunity. Whether it is the boy Noel outside the door or other passers-by, if they pick it up and submit it to the people of the Explorers Association...
"Tulan will no longer be able to hide it. He cannot delete everyone's memories..."
With this in mind, Sean took out the shorthand notebook and pen he carried with him and prepared to light the lighter.
Click, squeak...
The door of the secret cabinet was opened.
Sean's heart trembled suddenly like a frightened beast.
Turan's big face with messy hair blocked all the scenery outside the dark cabinet.
Sean's courage surged again, and the shadow of fear in his eyes was about to be projected...
Turan's eyes flashed like the flash of a camera. The shadows in Sean's eyes were replaced by white light, and his expression instantly became blank.
Turan pulled Sean out of the dark cabinet, patted the dust on Sean's body, and praised: "This time I knew better than to run outside the museum.
"You actually made a different choice after forgetting your previous actions... You have a very strong brain and determination.
“But there’s no point running outside the museum.
"The moment you step out of the door is also the moment that triggers forgetfulness."
At this moment, Sean still had a white light in his eyes, and his face was blank. It was obvious that he couldn't hear Turan's words.
The director of the museum took Sean's arm and walked inside, looking at the stunned Sean with some confusion; "It's really strange - why do you find clues every time and then either attack me or run away?
"Do you have any special means to remind your future self?"
Turan shook his head and smiled: "That's useless. We're almost at the black exhibition hall anyway. Although there are only three people left, it's still enough."
Sean walked step by step, like a puppet on strings.
…
Returning to the place where he escaped, the white light in Sean's eyes gradually disappeared - he woke up.
In his memory, they had just visited an exhibition hall and were getting closer to the black exhibition hall.
He felt a little tired.
"Evan, did you notice anything unusual?"
The clown hermit next to him shook his head: "Everything is normal."
"Okay, stay alert and don't let up."
After visiting the last exhibition hall, Curator Turan led Sean and the three of them into the final black exhibition hall.
The dome of the planetarium is a huge black sky. The black sky is dotted with shining stars.
Under the dreamlike starry sky, there are many collections.
When Sean and the three of them entered the door, they could see the black crystal meteorite.
It is placed in the most conspicuous position of the planetarium, and the irreversible black seems to absorb all the light.
The dark crystal stone under the starry sky...
An ominous feeling filled the air, and Sean felt that the temperature around him seemed to have dropped.
Turan suddenly looked a little tired and held his forehead: "I...I felt a little uncomfortable as soon as I got here.
"You guys can investigate here, I'll wait for you outside the exhibition hall.
"Sorry, gentlemen." Gary Turan nodded to Sean, Ivan and Doug respectively, and then walked out of the black exhibition hall.
Sean and the other three walked to the black meteorite cautiously.
The smooth surface of the black meteorite slightly reflects starlight. These bright lights make it look like a large piece of black ink that was originally flowing and suddenly solidified...
Ivan squinted his eyes, and he felt as if he could see through the dark surface of the meteorite, and could see that there seemed to be a world hidden in it.
Sean's eyes left the meteorite and began to look around - his ectoplasmic tentacles were also checking everywhere on alert.
However, he found that he was a little unable to control the spiritual matter, as if he lacked spiritual power.
When he was still wondering why he felt this way, he suddenly found that the clown hermit stretched out a hand and touched the surface of the black meteorite.
Sean noticed something strange: "What did you find?"
Ivan didn't speak, his expression seemed frozen, he just stared at the black meteorite silently...
Suddenly, there were sounds of scuffles and curses behind them.
The three of them suddenly turned around and found a thin figure outside the exhibition hall getting into Tulan's arms and kicking him.
"What's wrong?" Sean frowned and walked out.
As he got closer, he discovered that the thin figure who kicked and hit Turan was the cigarette seller Noel they met outside the door.
Noel's hat had been knocked to the ground, and he was caught by Turan. A pair of slender arms also strangled Turan's throat: "I was a little worried about you, so I followed...
"He's a bad guy! Turan is a bad guy!" Under Turan's control, Noel screamed crazily.
Turan is a bad guy? Sean suddenly became alert.
Gary Turan seemed not to have expected such a change. His face turned purple, and he grabbed Noel with a distorted expression, as if he wanted to crush him: "Shut up!"
"Tulan, stop!" Sean took out his revolver - Sean found suspiciously that the revolver had become a little lighter. No, he didn't have time to check the bomb nest at the moment.
Turan was so crazy that he didn't listen to Sean's warning. He grabbed Noel's throat with one hand and tried to strangle the child to death.
No matter what, Sean must stop what the curator is doing.
The M1920 was aimed at the curator's thigh, and the index finger on the trigger had begun to exert force...
