Doug carried the still unconscious curator on his back.
Considering that everyone's spiritual power was at the bottom at this moment, for the sake of safety, Sean decided not to split up the team for the time being and act collectively.
Including Olivia, the five people walked towards the museum hall.
In the corridor approaching the museum hall, Sean heard a very faint but very familiar voice.
"Adam brand magical item vending machine..."
Sean's eyes lit up: "There is a magic vending machine here!"
Along the way, their spiritual energy recovery was very slow, which made people feel a little insecure.
With a vending machine, you can buy psychic smelling salts.
Following the sound from the speaker, Sean and the others found the magical vending machine located in the rest area.
"Ah! Smelling salts!" Moonlight almost hit the vending machine cabinet.
Sean was just about to insert the coin when he touched his pocket and realized that he had given the remaining 2 New Zealand dollars to the Naija Shard.
Turning to Moonlight with some embarrassment: "Do you have any change? You should put it first."
Moonlight looked at Sean blankly: "You know I never take anything out with me..."
"You don't bring any money either?"
Moonlight shook her head.
Sean had no choice but to turn to Doug.
Due to the failure of Miles's defense mission at the underground casino, Doug lost his trust and reward, and he was in a rather difficult period when he didn't even have food to eat.
The degenerate also shook his head.
Sean turned to Evan.
The clown hermit coughed a few times: "I just completed the moon wheel spiritual practice ceremony a while ago... and spent all the money."
Sean sighed in disbelief: Oh, it turns out that the explorers are all paupers...
Just when they were at a loss, the four explorers turned their attention to Curator Turan, who was still sleeping on Doug's back...
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A few minutes later, the four people who had inhaled the psychic smelling salts all let out a sigh of contentment.
Curator Turan stuffed his wallet back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and everyone expressed their gratitude to the curator for his "generosity".
The spiritual power was restored. Thanks to Naia's Divine Feather, Sean is basically immune to the forgotten magic in this museum.
"This strong team will maintain its strength..." Sean felt much more at ease now.
Switching to spiritual vision to look around, Sean suddenly discovered something special.
He saw a crimson, vague link connecting his soul to the heart in Olivia's chest.
"Is this some kind of contractual connection?" Sean thought to himself.
He tried to send a message to Olivia through the crimson bond: "Olivia?"
The alchemy girl turned her smart red eyes to look at Sean and blinked.
She didn't speak, but her voice sounded directly in Sean's heart: "What are your orders, Reader?"
"fine."
Sean thought to himself: "It should be the bond established when I activated her with the book club pendant."
"It looks like Olivia will always be there as my bodyguard."
The girl with exquisite structure has fighting ability that far exceeds that of human beings, as well as some quite extraordinary abilities...
Sean felt a little happy to suddenly gain a strong teammate.
There is an open-air garden next to the sitting area, through which you can reach Turan's bedroom.
After Sean pushed open the door to the room, everyone who entered the room was stunned.
In this room that Turan usually does not allow anyone to enter, the ceiling, walls and even the floor are covered with writing.
If you look carefully, you will see that they are all memos written by Turan for himself...
"...Its ability is to make people forget. If I go to the black exhibition hall every night and absorb the energy of forgetfulness, I can ensure that it will not harm others or accumulate power...
"I can't tell anyone. Telling others what happened here will lead to oblivion. I can't leave the museum. If I leave, no one will stop it! I can only rely on myself to ensure that it doesn't Will become stronger...
"As I absorb the energy of forgetfulness every day, my memory is slowly disappearing. I can only write these words down to ensure that I can see them when I wake up every day..."
"...The evil is still growing little by little. If any explorers come, I must guide them to solve the evil here..."
"...No matter what the price is, I will stop it!"
Sean read the dense memos in the room in disbelief and murmured: "Tulan has to bear the power of forgetfulness every night, and then use the memos in this room to remind himself of his mission... This is why he doesn't Reasons for being willing to leave the museum.
Ivan shook his head and sighed: "He is just an ordinary person who trembles in front of Xieyi, but he has carried it all by himself... In the past few years, it must be very uncomfortable to have no one talk about it..."
Gary Turan was alone, blocking the boundless darkness for the Arkham people.
Thinking of everything Turan had to bear, several explorers fell silent.
Moonlight saw something and walked to Tulan's bed.
There is a picture frame there, and there is a photo in the picture frame.
In the photo, Gary Turan is holding his wife, and standing in front of them are his children.
All four of them laughed happily.
Under the photo is a handwritten sentence written by Turan: "No matter what, I will never forget you. Monica, Ruth and Ricky."
Sean remembered that when he questioned Turan, the messy-haired curator's lips twitched and he was about to cry.
"I actually...I actually forgot a lot."
A mortal blocked the birth of a god...but his sacrifice was huge.
Doug laid Turan gently on the bed.
"Thank you for your hard work. Now, please have a good rest."
Turan's face softened at this time.
Although he fell asleep, he seemed to feel that the heavy burden on his shoulders had been lifted at this moment, and he could now enjoy peace and relaxation...
In order to ensure the safety of the curator, Sean arranged for Doug and Moonlight to guard Tulan's room, and he returned to the black exhibition hall with Olivia and Ivan.
He has one more thing to do - investigate the death of William Adams.
On the way to the black exhibition hall, Sean told Evan what he wanted to do:
"William Adams lost his face because he was sacrificed by a mysterious person.
"All souls who have encountered great misfortune will leave some information in the world..." Sean thought of those female workers who were speechless in the fire.
"However, the information Adams left behind is very weak and cannot be directly sensed. I need you to help me search..."
The two returned to the black exhibition hall.
The clown hermit, whose spiritual power has almost been completely restored, lifted up his robe, revealing his gloved hands.
He made a gesture like a flying bird, two runes on each palm lit up, and the spiritual power emitted instantly enveloped the entire black exhibition hall.
The "Cage of Retrospection" can be retraced and played back in an area. All the unwilling thoughts and strong emotions that have been erupted and left behind by all the resentful souls here...
The clown hermit's hands are like a projector emitting silver light, and the events that happened in this exhibition hall are quickly recalled like a black and white movie...
The old hunter Burns raised his gun, pointed it at Curator Turan who was choking Noel's neck, and pulled the trigger...
Curator Turan walked to the black meteorite. The meteorite burst out with a flash of light, and the curator's face became blank...
Someone sneaked into this place secretly, but was pierced by crystal thorns that appeared in the darkness, and was dragged into the shadows wailing.
Then, William Adams, who had deep eye sockets, a tall nose, and a mustache, led a man wearing a top hat and a tuxedo into the exhibition hall...
Sean's eyes widened: "That's it, please slow down and rewind!"
