Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

"Are you okay?"

Gu Siluo asked me, seeing that I was a little lost in my thoughts, "I haven't read the Shenpu about Tianzhu at that time. It must be very interesting. Let me read it when you have time."

"no problem."

I smiled and replied that the book was now with a friend.

He asked me again whether I would like to work in a museum, and now there is mainly an exhibition about some legendary stories and historical and cultural customs of the ancient Silk Road.

Or be responsible for explaining professional knowledge.

There are also a large number of treasures along the Silk Road that will be on full display.

At that time, everything related to the Silk Road will be on display, and museums abroad will also take out some historical relics from the time and send them to the museum for display.

"When did it happen?"

The end of this month.

He told me that at the end of September, various countries and experts are now attaching great importance to this exhibition and have begun preparations.

Their museum's security is well-known across the country and around the world, so it should go smoothly this time.

"Can."

I kind of agreed to him.

"Very good."

He was as excited as a child at this time, so much so that the coffee in his cup spilled all over the table, and he kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

A few days later, I received an invitation letter and job recommendation from their museum.

It can be regarded as having a formal job after graduation.

After I stayed in school for a week, I decided to go to that museum. It was in a big city called Xincheng, which is where new cultures rise, so most of the buildings are strange.

And the population here is also larger.

Compared to Mingcheng, it has more of a youthful and energetic atmosphere.

The name of the museum is also very strange. Those big gilt characters are hard to forget as soon as you see it.

"Museum of Strange Scenery Culture."

It is said that more than half of the precious cultural relics inside were unearthed in the northwest and western regions, and there were many books invested at that time.

The entire museum is in a 'V' shape, with five or six floors, but very high, like a pyramid built with a large bottom and a small top.

I went to the museum and applied for proof of employment with some relevant entry procedures.

After the report, I was assigned to a room on the third floor of an apartment dormitory less than 100 meters away from the museum.

One room and one living room.

I never dreamed that there would be such good benefits, including food and accommodation.

It took me a whole morning to simply clean up, and there was no big problem for a simple accommodation.

The person living next door to me is a security guard named Hou San, who is said to be a retired soldier and one of the security staff responsible for this exhibition.

He was a very hospitable person and helped me a lot on the day I went.

While eating, he suddenly asked me something.

"Are you... courageous?"

I feel very strange. Does courage have anything to do with work? It's not like guarding the funeral parlor and the grave. Why are you so bold?

He seemed to have been a little drunk at the time.

He looked around, then looked out the window at the museum, and told me that he was brave and had a good job.

"What's the meaning?"

I quickly poured a glass of wine and asked him.

It seems that he knows something, at least what I don't know. It's not about entering a new company. To fully and truly understand the entire company, it's very simple, just ask the old employees to have a meal alone.

Then he will quietly tell you many unimaginable things.

Not necessarily, I also have a surprise now?

He burped, and it looked like he was an alcoholic. He told the truth when he drank. Then he patted me on the shoulder and said that he had been working in this museum for several years.

Five years!

he told me.

"In this museum... hiccup..."

Before he could finish speaking, he let out a wine burp.

"Oh, this smell..." I pinched my nose.

"What happened to the museum?"

I asked him.

He didn't say a word for a long time, and then he almost vomited all over me. It seemed that he was really drunk. This is the kind of person who doesn't drink well but is good at drinking.

He fell down on the table.

He muttered, "...haunted!"

Is the museum haunted?

I was a little surprised. Where did I start talking about this? Are you kidding me?

The next day, I woke up and went to the museum. After walking around, I found that every floor of the museum was very spacious. When I walked in, I felt empty no matter where I was.

How could it be haunted?

When I think about what the security guard said last night, I feel a little confused.

Hou San probably didn't lie to me, but after joining the job, Gu Siluo disappeared, and I rarely saw other people in this museum. Isn't there a few people in such a huge museum?

The fully automatic ultra-clear camera here has 360 degrees of blind spots and does not require many people to guard it.

Only during lunch do I see many people gathering in the canteen and talking about the day's work.

"Lin Yu, the exhibits will be shipped in later. Go and check them out. This is the list of cultural relics." The person who spoke was the captain in charge of storage. He told me that a car would come in in the afternoon and it would be shipped from abroad.

I took a quick look and what was on the list surprised me.