Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game

The hot sun made the group of employees sweating.

Among them are the employees of the museum who are confirming the collections that should be transferred, and the employees of the insurance company are confirming the value of the collections-in this situation, insurance is still useful?

He Shujun was very skeptical—there were people from the moving company carefully placing the collection.

He Shujun and Ding Yi hid aside to observe.

Suddenly, Ding Yi pointed to one of them: "Look at that museum employee... that's the one, who looks like he's about to lose his temper."

He Shujun heard the reputation, and quickly found the person Ding Yi mentioned among a group of people.

That was so striking.

In summer, although the hot weather is indeed annoying, but like that guy, being irritable enough to show an expression of wanting to kill is really a bit too much.

He frowned, his face was gloomy, and he stood there with his hips akimbo, neither talking nor moving, just staring at the others with a pair of condensed eyes, as if he was supervising work.

But to say he's focused on work, that's not it either. He just stood there, as if distracted, thinking about other things, not paying attention to his sweaty colleagues at all.

Looking from a distance, He Shujun found that his right hand would touch his left hand fingers from time to time.

And the others seem to be afraid of him, maybe because of his identity, or maybe because of his temper, so they always silently avoid his direction and try not to conflict with him.

He Shujun couldn't help sighing, "Wow, this person looks like he's about to explode."

"He was worrying about something." Ding Yi said affirmatively, "That's why he didn't participate in the work."

"What you said makes sense. We can ask him." He Shujun said, and she pointed to the small door here again, "This entrance is also an accidental discovery. If you want to come to the museum for the next round of nightmares, you can go through this one." Short cut."

Ding Yi nodded.

The two taskers were about to leave to find the man with the irritable expression.

But at this moment, an old and tired voice suddenly came from behind them: "Ma'am, how do you feel now?"

It's the old curator!

He Shujun and Ding Yi looked at each other, then resolutely gave up the plan to find the man, but turned around to deal with the old curator.

He Shujun smiled and said, "I feel better. The doctor is really a good person."

"Indeed, indeed." The old curator nodded again and again, "He is a good employee and has always done his duty. Although there are no customers now, he still goes to work and works hard. This is a really good employee."

He Shujun smiled dryly.

The old curator asked again: "Since there is no health problem, do you two want to continue visiting the city hall now?"

He Shujun didn't want to go, so she quickly changed the subject: "We were wandering around on the first floor, and then we saw these people moving things." She pointed to the person at the small door, "They are here What are you doing?"

Hearing this, the old curator also looked at the people who were working over there.

He was silent for a moment, and then tried to show a smile: "We are... transferring the collection. They will transfer the museum's collection to a safe place."

He Shujun asked sharply: "But, I don't think you are very willing?"

"Will it?" The old curator murmured, "How could I be willing? Those old guys have stayed in this museum all their lives. Originally, they should have stayed here forever. When I die, they will still be here." it's here.

"But...the world has changed."

He Shujun was overwhelmed by the sadness overflowing from the old curator.

The old curator said: "I don't want to let them go, but I must let them go. This place is not safe. I just try to hold on..."

His old eyes seemed to be cloudy, but they also seemed to be clear, "Someone may tell you that I am already crazy."

He Shujun was stunned, not knowing what to say for a while.

Ding Yi shook his head lightly.

But the old curator didn't care about their reactions, he stared at a certain painting that was being loaded onto the truck.

He said: "That painting was the year Cangcheng was built, and someone painted rapeseed flowers blooming outside the city. Now young people think it's dirty, but at that time, rapeseed flowers were such a useful and beautiful crop..."

The two missionaries listened quietly.

They didn't know, at this moment, did they want to solve this nightmare, so they patiently listened to the old curator's rambling words, or was it just because of the old curator's words?

Everything seems to be indistinguishable.

They just listen.

The old curator said: "I know the history and allusions of everything in this museum. Everything is connected with the blood of this city and reflects each other with the residents of this city.

"We should remember. Even if most people can't remember, there are always some people who should remember. Our past, our origin... I want them to remember.

"Maybe I'm really crazy."

The old curator murmured.

He Shujun said dryly, "Maybe, the spreading madness has changed everything."

"Yes!" The old curator turned and looked at her, "You are right! That's why I want to do this! I can only do this, I must, I must..."