Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game

He Shujun looked at the old curator who seemed a little crazy, and regretted what he said for a while.

"Nobody wants to come to the museum anymore, nobody...but why? Why doesn't anybody want to?

I had to find out why, I had to fix the situation. After so many years, this museum cannot be destroyed in my hands..."

The old curator murmured.

Complicated thoughts arose in He Shujun's heart.

"Because, without a museum, we can't remember those past histories. Whether it's brilliant or tragic..."

The old curator suddenly burst into tears, "To lose memory is to lose everything."

At this moment, He Shujun and Ding Yi were silent at the same time.

Because they cannot refute this sentence.

They decided that the old curator was indeed crazy, and he was indeed crazy because of the museum, but...

But they could not refute.

"To lose memory is to lose everything."

Ding Yi muttered these words.

What did she think of at this time?

She thought of their group of mission workers, their group of humans trapped in the narrow building.

She looked at the old curator, at the museum, and at this city, which still seemed not to be destroyed by the end of the world.

She thought, now, and, in the past.

What happened? What did the missionaries forget? Why did they enter the narrow building, why did they forget everything, why were they forced into these nightmares that seemed to suggest something?

With a calm and gentle personality like Ding Yi, he couldn't help but clenched his fist fiercely at this moment.

The pain pierced into her heart like a thorn, making her choke up uncontrollably for a moment.

To lose memory is to lose everything.

They have lost everything.

When they forget the past, when they know nothing about the truth, when they can't even resist what they are facing now...

Tears ran down Ding Yi's cheeks, although she turned her head in time and was not seen by anyone.

Also at this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room noticed that the screen suddenly cut away.

They put question marks on the public screen in a daze, not understanding why Xu Beijin suddenly switched the source of the screen... Isn't the museum busy?

The old curator obviously hasn't said anything he knows, so why did Xu Beijin change the scene?

However, because Xu Beijin switched the screen in time, the audience did not see the scene of Ding Yi crying.

When the new picture completely appeared in the live broadcast room, the audience heard a shocking voice.

That comes from Wu Jian.

"What did you say?!"

Wu Jian stared in horror at the boy who looked like a student in front of him.

The boy calmly pushed his glasses: "I found dozens of newspapers, changed dozens of TV stations and news media, and finally found this news in this corner of Gada. Finally, I confirmed the specific time." ..."

Wu Jian still looked at him with that unbelievable gaze.

And this boy suddenly showed a cold smile: "You can see for yourself. I won't talk nonsense."

Wu Jian lowered his head and looked at the report in the newspaper.

"It is suspected that an unidentified flying object is about to fall on the territory of country X?"

There is a line of fine print below: "According to expert calculations, it is expected to fall around 4 pm on July 23."

Wu Jian almost subconsciously glanced at the electronic clock on the third floor.

It is now, half past three in the afternoon.

Chapter 99 Not Allowed

There is still half an hour.

Wu Jian was almost thinking numbly.

There is a kind of hopeless rationality and calm in his brain, which allows him to analyze everything calmly.

He thought, I'm afraid they'll have to deal with this nightmare before the disaster strikes half an hour later.

In other words, when they entered this nightmare, they had about an hour to collect clues and solve the nightmare.

If the disaster that happened half an hour later was really as described in the news, it would probably be extremely tragic. Even the taskers would probably have a hard time escaping, let alone the fact that they existed in this nightmare some of the humans.

At that time, death will inevitably occur, and the nightmare will inevitably restart.

So, Wu Jian thought, they have to hurry up.

However, just behind such a decisive and sober analysis, some kind of terrifying chill that completely froze his thinking was spreading in his body.

He suddenly found himself gripping the newspaper tightly until the edges were torn by his nails.

He suddenly found that the two taskers beside him also showed the same shocked and terrified expressions.

He suddenly noticed that the student-looking boy sitting in front of him was trembling unconsciously with his fingers on the table.

He suddenly breathed a long sigh of relief, his fingers were also trembling, and he rested lightly on the boy's shoulder.

He said, "Don't be afraid."

His own voice was trembling with fear, his own voice was so dry that he could hardly speak.

The boy looked at him blankly, and after a long time, he asked softly, "Are we going to die?"

"No..." Wu Jian heard his own voice like a dream, as if from some distant end of the world

came.