The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Before firing the revolver, the clown hermit behind Sean suddenly whispered, "Shoot that kid."

"what?"

"Shoot that kid."

In the stalemate between the curator and Noel, Sean turned to look at the clown hermit: "Are you crazy?!"

Evan's expression was a little strange at the moment, as if he had suffered a huge shock, and he muttered: "I don't know what happened..." He looked at Sean, as if he couldn't believe what he said, "But We have to kill that kid."

Noel was very anxious when he just spoke. Is there really a ghost in Turan?

What happened to Evan? After he touched the black meteorite just now, what was it that affected him?

However, how could that kid who sells cigarettes suddenly appear? It's a bit weird...

...

Curator Turan and Noel, who should they be shooting at?

The revolver's crosshair kept going back and forth between the curly-haired curator and the emaciated child...

Sean didn't expect that when he thought he was much stronger, in front of mysterious and chaotic things, it was still so difficult to choose.

Evan emphasized again: "Trust me, shoot that kid!"

Sean suddenly remembered the night he had just arrived in the new covenant.

Catherine has been trying to help him, but in the end he is deceived by the evil and almost lost.

Evil will always try to make you distrust the people around you.

The clown hermit is a powerful explorer. Is a reliable teammate.

Sean's eyes were firm, and the revolver was aimed at Noel, which was suddenly excited.

The bullet hit Noel's seemingly huge head, ripping off his fragile skull.

The little boy's thin limbs drooped down softly, and finally let go of Curator Turan's hand.

Turan rubbed his sore neck with one hand while wearing rough clothes.

After a while, he smiled at Sean and the others.

Sean always felt that he had seen Turan's smile before, but he couldn't remember where...

Doug took off a piece of things wrapped in black cloth on his back, and his voice was low: "It doesn't feel good."

Evan shook his head: "I won't choose wrong."

Turan stood up and walked towards the three of Sean.

"Why didn't you choose the wrong one?" Sean looked at the gray-white brain lobes flowing on the ground and Noel, who had no movement. He was confused and cold in his heart, and seemed to hope that Ivan could redeem himself...

The clown hermit's eyes became firm: "Because all of this has already happened."

"What do you mean?" Sean turned his head suddenly.

Ivan spoke faster, and his firm tone seemed to dispel the fog.

"Someone has been to this black showroom before.

"Saw Turan fighting Noel.

"They made the wrong choice that led to the disappearance!

"This..." The clown hermit pointed to the black meteorite, "In front of the black meteorite, choose to attack one of the liars—this is a ritual!"

Following the direction of Ivan's finger, Sean looked over.

On a smooth surface of the black meteorite, several mysterious characters were engraved.

"What is that? Some kind of ciphertext?"

Gary Turan walked to the explorer's side, his eyes obviously had information, but he couldn't speak at this time because he had just been strangled.

"That's the hunting mark that my father gave me. My father was a hunter, and he took me out hunting since he was a child. I know all the hunting marks."

"The characters left by Gustave Burns mean...

"Kill, cub.

"We didn't sense that someone was following at all, and Noel's sudden appearance was very strange..."

"Plus the message my father left, so I know he wants us to kill the youngest of the two!"

Turan finally exhaled a smooth breath and said, "Thanks to you...

"It hasn't woken up yet, I can only tell the truth now!

"This museum and I are cursed! It...it wants to revive all the evil in this museum!

"However, its power is to make people forget.

"As long as I tell people what's going on here, the curse on me will make them forget everything I've said - no matter who I talk to or how I say it, there's no way to convey what's going on here!

"I don't have the ability to exorcise evil spirits, and I can only use the incoming explorers to solve all the collections that are on the verge of getting out of control! So there is no way, I can't explain the situation to you, I can only chase you back again and again to solve the evil here.

"The previous explorer chose to save it, wounded me... Completed the ritual that symbolized oblivion, so it became stronger.

"If you attacked me just now and the ritual succeeds again, its power will increase again. Then, the evil in the museum will spread to the entire city of Arkham...

"At that time, the boundaries of its abilities will also spread, and Arkham City will be reduced to hell, but people will still not be able to get the word out, because the curse of oblivion will take effect throughout the city!"

As Turan said this quickly, Sean pointed the pistol at him.

When he heard Turan talking about the ability to forget, he suddenly realized that he should have left a note note, so he saw the note again carrying a lot of information.

"The first question, what about our other team member?"

"In the battle in the oil painting exhibition hall, he was too exhausted and fainted there. He is safe now!"

Sean's heart dropped.

"The second question, why does forgetting happen when we go through a battle?"

"This is the mechanism it sets up - when you know for sure that something evil has happened in this museum, you will trigger forgetting after a focused battle, and you will forget all memories involving evil!"

Sean still couldn't trust Turan: "Its ability is forgetting, why don't you seem to forget anything?"

Turan was stunned.

After a moment, his face began to twitch and his lips began to tremble.

There seemed to be tears coming. But he held it back, and he gave a pale, wry smile instead: "I actually... I actually forgot a lot.

"But I have a way to make myself remember.

"I can't get out of here...I can't let oblivion and terror permeate this museum!"

Sean's revolver was no longer aimed at Turan.

Because Noel's corpse, whose brain lobes had been splashed, suddenly moved.

"How can you attack a child?

"How can you not forget your lesson?

"How do you remember what happened?"

Nuoer stood up abruptly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ There was a vacancy in his head.

His face disappeared.

"The faceless, nameless, invisible god!" the clown hermit shouted, "Naia!"

"No, it's just a fragment of him..." Turan nervously adjusted his glasses, "If his deity is here, divine power can't just cause such an impact..."

The shadow of oblivion still shrouded, and Sean frantically refined and recorded everything that happened on the slips of paper in the Shengen space.

"His fragments... Is all of this related to the death of William Adams?!" The guide who lost his face... Sean's guess was indeed correct.

Turan hurriedly said: "Three years ago, a man pretending to be a visitor attacked William in the black showroom. He was the one who activated the black meteorite, and he was the one who cost William Adams his life and face!"

"Everything was caused by Kennedy!" Sean's eyes widened, "He sacrificed a face and gained Naia's divine feather!

"So he can change faces, so he can erase memories!

"The sacrificial ceremony not only gave him the feathers of the Forgotten God, but also activated the fragments of Naia.

"This fragment is still causing harm to the world!"

The pen in the Shengen Space wrote frantically and recorded everything that Sean thought of.

With a pale face, Noel, a fragment of Naia, uttered a strange muttering to himself: "Forget it if you fail this time.

"Anyway, I still have a chance...

"I should deal with it next, the useless ritual materials."

There was a flash of white light in his eyes.

Sean tried to close his eyes in an instant, but after the strong light flashed, everyone's eyes, including him, still turned pale and fell into a dazed state.