Monster Hunting High School

Once ashore, not far from the lake, is the entrance to the museum.

Along the middle line of the lake is the main entrance of the museum, which is closed; there is a slightly shorter side door on the left and right. There are wooden sills, stone steps, and tall dark red pillars under the door; there are cornices and brackets on the door, and there are owl kisses under the eaves. They open their mouths to the moon, and the moonlight slides down from the sky like flowing water and pours in. In the little dragon's mouth.

"The main entrance is not open except for major festivals or important visitors," Xiao Xiao led everyone to the side door on the left, and explained in a low voice: "From now on, until you reach the mirror, don't speak. Let me negotiate.”

Just when Zheng Qing was about to ask him what he was negotiating for at night, he heard a strong wind passing above his head, and at the same time a rough voice broke the silence in front of the museum:

"Visitors stop!"

Uh-huh!

The five-person team stopped in unison.

In the dark doorway, a figure wearing colorful armor, with a majestic face and holding a golden halberd walked out. Zheng Qing had seen this figure in many places in the school, but in those places, this figure was hung on the door or left on red paper. It was smaller and not as powerful as the one in front of him. Pressure.

It is Shen Tu, the left door god.

Where there is a left door god, there must be a right door god.

Zheng Qing's eyes were fixed on Shen Tu for a few seconds, and then he immediately turned to look at the door on the right. Although the doorway on the right was quiet, Zheng Qing vaguely saw a big furry head and a pair of big golden eyes peeking out from behind the stone steps in front of the door on the right, looking here curiously.

That should be the golden-eyed white tiger raised by Yu Lei, the young public-funded student thought to himself in his heart.

Xiao Xiao stepped forward, handed the temporary pass and student card into Shen Tu's hands, and replied respectfully: "We are volunteers from the school and were seconded by the museum to sort out a batch of exhibits that were put into storage earlier yesterday."

Two points of red light bloomed in the door god's eyes, falling on the two cards.

"Come to work late at night?" Seeing that the procedures were all in place, Shen Tu returned the card to Xiao Xiao, scratched his head, with confusion on his face, turned to the other side and shouted: "Do you want to let me go?"

"That's your business." There was an angry sound from the doorway on the right, "...if they confirm that they want to enter the museum at night, and the procedures are complete, there is no reason for us to keep them out."

The golden-eyed white tiger whimpered in agreement.

Shen Tu shook his head, looked at the young wizards, and confirmed again: "Do you really want to go in? It's not daytime... it's not a good time to work."

The young wizards nodded in unison and expressed their attitudes silently.

The door god sighed: "Okay... provide relevant documents, line up and enter in order."

When Zheng Qing put the pass and student card into Shen Tu's hand, the tentacles were cold and hard. He looked up and saw that the door god's face was gray and his expression was dull. Only then did he realize that this door god was a stone man.

"I almost thought it was real just now!" Zheng Qing stepped forward, leaned into Xiao Xiao's ear, and whispered: "Why don't schools have more of such exquisite alchemy dolls?"

Xiao Xiao turned around and glared at him fiercely. At the same time, he raised his hand and made a zipper movement near his mouth.

The young public-funded student took a step back in dismay and quietly shut up.

The team passed through the doorway silently.

Behind him, Shen Tu's final warning came: "...Remember, the use of large-scale and destructive magic, chasing and fighting, and the use of teleportation and escape techniques are prohibited in the museum... Violation of relevant regulations will be punished according to "First University" According to the Management Regulations of the Museum of Magical History, corresponding penalties will be imposed..."

Xiao Xiao has already said these words to everyone in advance.

The entire hunting team passed through the narrow doorway in silence, bypassed the patio behind the door, and entered the first exhibition hall along the long corridor on the left. Zheng Qing did not see the name of this exhibition hall, but judging from the exhibits displayed at the entrance, this should belong to the exhibition hall of the prehistoric wilderness era.

The petrified fangs lay quietly on the velvet cushions, the simple jade emitted a faint cold light in the darkness, the tortoise shells were engraved with crude runes, the perforated animal bones, and the black animal skins were eaten by insects with large and small holes. , each exhibit is displayed in a glass cabinet, telling visitors about the difficult struggle of magic in that barbaric era.

The soft footsteps of the young wizards echoed in the exhibition hall.

As we go deeper and deeper into the museum, the magic exuded by the exhibits in the exhibition hall becomes more and more powerful.

The first ancient Pulai fairy fire, the eternal fire that never goes out, still exudes warm light after burning for tens of thousands of years; the first movable spring is placed in a bronze tripod, and the clear spring water flows from the spring The water gushed out from the eyes, gathered into the thickness of chopsticks, and flowed gurglingly, finally disappearing into the water outlet of the booth; there were also the bear skins that ancient Druids needed when performing transformations, the withered yellow linen strips used by Egyptians to bind mummies, and the The skull of the Minotaur killed by Hyus in Crete, etc.

The various exhibits dazzled the guests and made them almost unable to move.

When the hunting team was once again attracted by a luminous stone mirror in the diagonal exhibition hall, Xiao Xiao, the team leader, had to stop and warned everyone: "If we follow your speed, we won't be able to reach our destination in the middle of the night today. …The museum has always been here, why don’t you come and take a look during the day?”

"No time." Zheng Qing reluctantly took his eyes back from the golden mask of an Egyptian pharaoh and muttered: "Classes, library, hunting team training, voluntary labor as punishment in school, D\u0026K management...and so on. Those messy things.”

At the end of the count, he couldn't help but sigh heavily.

I've never heard of a first grader having so much to do.

"Only dead people don't have time." Xiao Xiao criticized unceremoniously: "Even the pharaohs in the pyramids still have time to cut their nails and tidy up the shrouds hanging on their bodies."

"That mirror doesn't shine during the day." Fatty Xin also raised his quill and retorted in a low voice.

Zheng Qing looked at Jiang Yu, expecting her to support his point of view.

But he found that the witch was frowning and looking into the depths of the exhibition hall. Unexpectedly, she had picked up the opened Dharma book in her hand. Strings of magic spells were slowly flowing between the pages, like a group of ants foraging for food.

Zheng Qing followed the witch's gaze and saw that everything he saw was pitch black and there was nothing unusual about it.

"What are you looking at?" he asked quietly.

The witch shook her head, and her tone was a little uncertain: "I feel like I heard something just now... Didn't you hear it? It seemed like someone was whispering over there."

This answer immediately aroused the vigilance of the entire hunting team.

Everyone unanimously took out their Dharma books and prepared for emergencies. But after watching for a long time, there was still silence in the darkness, without any movement.