I'm not a theatre god

Ten minutes ago.

guest room.

Yang Xiao sat cross-legged on the bed, with his mobile phone placed in the center in front of him. Bright lights filled every corner of the room. He stared at the mobile phone in front of him, thoughtfully.

"Chen Ling, like me, can sense magnetic fields... So theoretically speaking, I should be able to do what he can do..."

"But what to do?"

"I can sense the magnetic field around me, but I can't control electronic devices as finely and accurately as he does, nor can I interfere with communication signals... Is my mental power still too weak?"

Yang Xiao closed her eyes, concentrated on mobilizing the surrounding magnetic field, and tried to control her phone to automatically unlock...

But in the end, his phone screen just flickered brightly and darkly, as if there was a bad connection. Sometimes it was close to going out, and sometimes it was bright and dazzling. With a faint sound of electricity flashing, the phone screen instantly fell into darkness.

A faint burning smell wafted out from the fuselage.

Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, then immediately picked up the phone with both hands and tried hard to turn it on, but there was no response as if holding a brick... Its battery had been completely burned out.

A look of pain appeared on Yang Xiao's face.

He threw the phone aside and walked back and forth in the room with a sigh. At this moment, he glanced at the window with his peripheral vision and saw several sneaky figures passing by downstairs.

"Um?"

Yang Xiao immediately became alert and hid beside the wall, looking down secretly.

They were eight figures dressed in black. They were divided into four groups and scattered along the outer wall, as if they were looking for the entrance to the museum. Two of them pointed to the side door downstairs and took out something from their clothes. The gun walked in silently.

"A killer is here?" Seeing this scene, Yang Xiao's eyes instantly became solemn.

Yang Xiao witnessed the whole process of the killer's infiltration. At this moment, he should be the first person in the entire museum to notice the crisis. He immediately went to take out his mobile phone to call Chen Ling, but saw the "board" with black smoke coming out of the bed. Brick", the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

Yang Xiao decisively gave up the idea and quickly pushed the door out of the room, preparing to tell Su Zhiwei and others the news and ask them to evacuate as soon as possible. But as soon as he reached the stairs, he heard the sound of footsteps. Holding on to the stair planks, he approached the second floor with a creaking sound.

A killer? !

Yang Xiao's mind was racing. He immediately changed direction and prepared to go down the stairs from the other side, but then he heard the crisp sound of a bullet being loaded from the stairs over there.

"Two people came up from two stairs respectively... Do they want to block all intersections and catch turtles in a jar?"

The guest room is located in an independent wing on the east side of the museum. There is only one straight corridor and ten rooms on the second floor. The roads going downstairs on the left and right sides are blocked. Yang Xiao has no choice but to retreat to his room. If he continues Standing in the corridor, as soon as the two killers stepped onto the second floor, they could see his presence at the first glance.

As soon as Yang Xiao closed the door, one of the killers stepped onto the second floor. His eyes swept across this floor coldly. He looked at each other and nodded slightly with the killer on the other side who walked up to the second floor.

At this moment, the two killers also discovered that this building seemed to be all guest rooms. In this case, Su Zhiwei was very likely to live here, with extremely bright eyes.

Starting from both sides, they kicked open the door one by one. The guns in their hands were always pointed forward, and their eyes scanned the surroundings with vigilance. Their movements were extremely skillful, as if they had done it many times before, and they did not let go of the room at all. any corner in.

boom--

boom--

boom--

The dull sound of breaking the door sounded from the corridor, and Yang Xiao's heart beat wildly.

Now that Chen Ling has not come back, Su Zhiwei goes to adjust his breathing at night again. He is the only one on the whole floor... If this situation continues, they will break into this room sooner or later, and he will definitely die.

"No... we can't sit still and wait for death."

Yang Xiao maintained his breathing rate and calmed down quickly. He glanced around, seeming to be thinking of ways to break the situation... Finally, his eyes locked on the light bulb above his head.

Lamp... light? ?

Yang Xiao's eyes lit up. He glanced at the brightly lit museum and an idea came to his mind.

"That's all we can do. I hope I can delay them for a while."

Yang Xiao hid behind the door. The sound of breaking the door kept coming from both sides. It seemed that he would soon arrive in the room where he was. He slowly closed his eyes. All his consciousness was used to sense the surrounding magnetic field. The light bulb above his head also Gradually he was put on the spot of the cell phone battery...

Feel, touch, manipulate, and then...

Zhi——

Sizzsssssss——! !

A faint sound of electricity sounded from above the head, and the next moment, the lighting in the entire museum suddenly became dazzlingly bright. With a soft sound, all the lights were overloaded and short-circuited!

Snapped!

The entire museum suddenly fell into darkness.

The sudden darkness stunned the two killers who were searching the guest room. Their movements also stopped at the same time, and they unconsciously clenched the guns in their hands.

Just now, they could still search freely with the weapons in their hands, but now as their vision fell into darkness, their situation suddenly became unknown... They had to slow down and use more energy to confirm the surrounding environment, like It's like being in an unknown dark jungle.

"Successful..." Yang Xiao muttered to himself.

This time, he vaguely grasped something. His understanding of the magnetic field around him seemed to be different...

In the darkness, Yang Xiao's eyes narrowed slightly, and wisps of light surged in his pupils. He subconsciously raised his hands, grabbing something in the void.

"Damn it, why did the power suddenly go out?" A killer cursed in a low voice outside the door.

"I don't know...could it be that someone else has a problem?"

"Did you feel like there was an earthquake?"

"This is not an earthquake. Didn't you hear the sound coming from the front door? It seemed like it was shaking from that side."

"Main entrance? That's not...what happened??"

"Anyway, find Su Zhiwei first. How many rooms have you searched there?"

"Four, how about you?"

"I'm searching for the fifth one...and there's still one left to search."

While they were talking, the two of them came to Yang Xiao's door and pointed their guns at the dark door in front of them. One of them kicked the door open with a loud bang.

The light feeling on his feet made the killer stunned, and then he shouted:

"This door is unlocked, it's open!"

The two of them raised their guns at the same time and pointed them at the dim room. Through the dim light outside the window, they could barely see the outline of a figure standing by the window, with his hands raised as if he was holding something.

The next moment, embroidery needles floated out of the window behind him, suspended in the misty night rain. In addition, there were a large number of scissors, table knives, and even rusty metal fragments...

In front of the window, the dim figure slowly opened his eyes, a pair of pupils surging with faint aurora, staring at the two of them indifferently.