"Mr. Kennedy, there is also a precious collection in this planetarium..." William Adams was wearing a black vest and a shirt with bulging sleeves that made him look elegant.
He led a...faceless man in a tuxedo into the black exhibition hall.
Sean, who was standing aside and watching, frowned: "Why is his face blurry?"
The clown hermit looked at it for a while and said: "It's still caused by the ability to forget - this space has forgotten the appearance of that man."
"This heterogeneous meteorite was found outside the city of Arkham..." William Adams recounted passionately. "What's so amazing is that the local residents couldn't tell the exact time it landed on their farm - it just It’s like he suddenly appeared there.”
Kennedy walked around behind Adams, and the sharp sword hidden in the cane penetrated Adams' chest from the back, and blood spattered on the black meteorite...
"Sure enough, it is some kind of sacrificial ritual..." Sean frowned, "He should have the Forgotten God who specializes in ancient books, so he knows the requirements and steps of this ritual. He can obtain it without killing the fragments. Naiya’s Divine Feather…”
William Adams clung to the black meteorite in pain, and turned back to look at Kennedy with disbelief. His blood was stained on the meteorite and was absorbed bit by bit.
Kennedy knelt on the ground, covered William Adams' face with his palms, and muttered something softly.
Soon after, William Adams' face disappeared and turned into a layer of skin without holes.
Kennedy's face gradually became clearer, and what appeared was the face of the poor tour guide.
Sean frowned: "Although I know the process of Kennedy sacrificing Adams to obtain the Naiya Divine Feather, but... this little information does not allow me to continue to trace the whereabouts of Aaliyah..."
Just as he was thinking with some annoyance, Sean suddenly discovered something strange.
Kennedy, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly turned around and said something in the direction of the door.
"Is there anyone else at the scene?" Sean suddenly became energetic. He took two steps forward and almost broke into the retrospective cage. He said to Ivan, "Can you change the angle? I want to see where you stand. Who is at the door!"
The Clown Hermit kept his palms open like flying birds, and slowly moved his palms towards the door.
They saw a little boy wearing a vest standing at the door. It was the little boy Naia was disguised as—Noel!
"It turns out that the disguise of the Naia Shard has a prototype!" Sean's eyes widened. "On the night of the sacrifice ceremony, the Naia Shard met Noel, so he imitated Noel's appearance to deceive!
"So, who is this real Noel?! Where is he?!"
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning burst out from the fog in Sean's mind.
Arya, Little Witch Annie, Noel...
Not just Aaliyah, Kennedy has been looking for talented young people?
He did not take away Anne Brant, which shows that he did not take away all young people with special talents unconditionally.
"Judas Ring has been looking for young people who have some special characteristics in common!" Sean's eyes kept flashing. "If Kennedy's search is not over yet, I can catch him as long as I find someone he may attack!"
That's it! Sean clenched his fists tightly.
Before, Sean was only focused on searching for the whereabouts of Aaliyah Dickinson and did not realize that this was a serial case.
The trip to the museum allowed Sean to see through the most crucial point.
Sean could feel that he was only one step away from catching Kennedy and rescuing Aaliyah.
"But what are their criteria for kidnapping children?"
Sean thought this way, trying to recall Noel's appearance in his mind, and then began to search "Arkham Gazette".
It's unlikely that Noel's prototype would ever appear in a newspaper, and Sean did it as a throwaway attempt.
Unexpectedly, there was actually the sound of a drawer opening in the "Jungle" of the filing cabinet, and a newspaper flew in front of Sean...
"The Pride of Arkham - Twelve-year-old singing prodigy, Neil Gate"
"...Neil Gate has been trying to showcase his singing voice since he was a toddler. Today, his singing voice is full of depth of emotion that is not possible for a twelve-year-old boy..."
Arya’s poetic genius, Neil Gait’s singing talent…
The common feature of the children they kidnapped is that they have extraordinary artistic talent!
Sean, who had gained new inspiration, couldn't help but his heart beat faster. Olivia on the side noticed Sean's emotions, folded her hands in front of her, and looked at Sean curiously.
"That's it." Sean patted Ivan on the shoulder.
The three returned to Curator Turan's bedroom. At this time, Gary Turan had woken up.
"Thank you... thank you." He was still a little weak, and his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were full of gratitude.
"You're welcome, Mr. Curator." Sean said sincerely, "You are the guardian who made a huge sacrifice.
"If it weren't for you, what happens here could cause disaster for the entire city."
Turan smiled bitterly: "I didn't think too much - I just wanted to protect my family."
He turned around and looked at the photo on the bedside table: "I can finally go home..."
"I have a question, Mr. Curator." Ivan looked at Turan, "From amnesia to realizing that you have amnesia, you need opportunities and clues to achieve it. How did you ensure that after absorbing the energy of amnesia? Did you remember the mission yourself?"
Gary Turan looked at the explorer who asked questions.
At this moment, in his field of vision, there was a line of words burned by the strong light and permanently left on his retina: You have lost your memory, please check the tattoo.
No matter how much he forgets after the amnesia occurs, he can see the information tattooed on his body through the reminders that always exist in his field of vision, and then go to his room and understand everything again.
He didn't want to emphasize his sacrifice too much, he just smiled lightly: "I have my own methods. But those are not important anymore."
The curator stood up and walked slowly towards Olivia.
He has been a tour guide since he was young. He would pay homage to the beautiful girl in front of him every day, and sometimes even tell her his thoughts...
Unexpectedly, one day, this silent listener would actually come to life.
Gary Turan stopped when he was one step away from Olivia, as if he didn't dare to step into a real dream: "I didn't expect..." His eyes were full of appreciation, disbelief, and the desire to reunite with an old friend. Joy, "I didn't expect you to actually come back to life..."
Olivia Fengchime performed an ancient lady's etiquette: "Your Excellency, Curator.
“Thank you for coming to see me and talking to me every day.”
Everyone turned to look at Olivia in surprise.
Turan's eyes were especially wide open: "You...you had feelings when you were in the showcase?"
"Half asleep and half awake." Olivia said lightly, "Through a long time, I have been waiting for my mission..." She looked at Sean, "Now, I finally waited.
"Your Excellency, Curator, from now on, I will serve as the candle bearer for readers."
Turan had a gratified and warm smile on his face: "Okay, okay. As long as you don't sit alone alone anymore, that's the best."
Before Olivia Wind Chime woke up, it was still a collection item registered in the museum's inventory. Therefore, the issue of her ownership is relatively sensitive. Sean asked: "Your Excellency, Curator, can I take Olivia out of here?"
Gary Turan's eyes flashed with solemnity: "Can you treat her like a human being, respect her, and let her fulfill her mission well?"
Sean nodded.
Turan smiled: "Actually, I don't need to ask such a question, I can feel that you are the best home for the wind chime..."
"Maybe this is fate."
Turan took a long breath and said: "It is best for her to leave with you - I don't want her to continue to be locked up in a museum, or to be taken apart by the authorities for research...
“There has been such a big change at the museum that I will be submitting a long report.
"I will describe this in the report: Naia's fragments tried to inspire evil things in the museum. The alchemy doll was also affected and was involved in the alien gate, and its whereabouts are unknown.
Sean nodded gratefully.
"However, I cannot keep this secret alone..." Gary Turan looked at Ivan and others.
Moonlight was the quickest to answer: "Guys, I don't want Olivia to be treated as property anymore - Unknown Sea and I will definitely take good care of her."
Ivan said: "I have no objection. The Unknown Sea is a very powerful explorer. He has stronger wings, which is a good thing for the entire exploration industry. Keeping secrets is a better choice."
Doug shrugged: "I remember it was stated in the mission reward that the team's bounty is 800 New Zealand dollars and the mysterious inheritance obtained during the exploration process - from the perspective of rules and regulations, the captain has every reason to take her away from here. "The degenerate seemed to appreciate the powerful Sean very much, "Of course, considering the possible impact later, I will also keep it secret."
Perhaps out of pity for the loneliness she experienced, everyone present wanted her to leave this place.
Gary Turan nodded happily: "That's great..." He looked at Olivia with a smile, "The world outside is very exciting... You must go out and see it."
Olivia bowed again: "Thank you for your help. I will do it."
She had no expression, but Sean could feel that she had her own emotions.
At this moment, there was some small joy and excitement in her heart.
"Oh, my God..." Turan suddenly held his head in an exaggerated manner and said half-jokingly, "What's going on with this atmosphere? Why does it feel like you're at my daughter's wedding?"
Hearing Turan's metaphor, Olivia turned sideways and turned towards the direction where no one was. Although her expression didn't change much, she seemed a little shy. Her voice was deliberately cold and she clarified: "It's not that kind of relationship. Bing, Bingzhu Man is the guardian of those who read.”
Turan smiled even more happily, thinking of his daughter: "My Ruth has grown up, and she will be of marriageable age in a few years..."
With the demise of the fragments of Naia, Turan's precious memories slowly returned to his mind.
"Thank God, it's not too late! I can still attend her future wedding, lead her in the church, and slowly walk towards my own happiness..." Turan clasped his hands, grateful for everything that happened now...
