Weird Regulator

The World Heritage Museum mission has a three-hour deadline, and half of it has passed.

It was now 1:28 on December 2, and there was only one and a half hours left before the end of the mission.

After such a long and short period of time, the store clerks finally understood the ins and outs of this mission.

The World Heritage Museum has never had ghosts. It is just an ordinary museum in a city.

Until 23 o'clock in the middle of the night on December 1, a strange painting called "Skin" arrived here.

The skin painting is like a monster that releases terrifying power, turning the peaceful museum into a terrifying hell.

Six artworks in six major exhibition halls were awakened in hell and turned into murderous demons.

They stick to their respective exhibition halls and kill any intruders they see.

At the same time, three unique pieces of art become more advanced free-for-all ghost hunting.

They circulate inside the museum as a flow, ensuring no blind spots in the killing operations.

This is just a guess of the truth.

But it can indeed perfectly explain the contradictory point reached at 23 o'clock in the "Skin" painting, including the inconsistent points in the entire museum.

Granted, with life and death so fragile, holding firm to the belief that this is the truth is a big gamble.

But the pace of this mission was too fast, and they no longer had time to confirm it repeatedly. They had to wait until it was 100% confirmed before executing the plan.

Perhaps, nothing is ever perfect in this world.

Tongguan's face returned to solemnity, he walked to the center of the room with firm steps, and said in a deep voice:

"We don't have to worry about all the ghosts. As long as we find the skin, we will have completed the mission.

Now we have to search the ninth exhibition hall to see if there are any intact paintings among this pile of charcoal. "

Hong Fu nodded in agreement, suddenly realized something and asked:

"Then the eighth and ninth exhibition halls..."

"Brother Tong and I searched all the way down, and there was no trace of the skin painting."

Jin Xi stood up from the ground with difficulty, holding on to the wall. Ding Wangshu quickly stepped forward to support him.

The four of them gathered together. Tongguan looked at the wound on Jin Xi's leg, frowned and said:

"Hong Fu and I will go for this operation. You two can rest where you are."

Ding Wangshu glanced at Jin Xi and said anxiously:

"But isn't there a phantom ghost here?"

"It's okay, if there is a problem I will use the white candle.

Our earthen pot, the phantom ghost is porcelain, it dare not die with us. "

Tongguan's words were so conclusive and logically correct that Ding Wangshu was speechless.

After Hong Fu thought about it carefully, he also felt that what Tongguan said made sense.

Now that the phantom ghosts have a rat-proof weapon and the white candle is there, they have a talisman to face these ghosts.

Suddenly, based on this theory, he thought of a particularly bold plan.

As soon as this idea appeared, Hong Fu's heart surged, but he raised his head and looked at Tongguan, but he didn't say it clearly.

In this way, under the gaze of Jin Xi and Ding Wangshu, the figures of Tongguan and Hongfu gradually disappeared into the ruins.

"Sister Jin, do you think we are still in the porcelain shop now?"

"Maybe it has been moved. We still haven't figured out the mystery of spatial movement. I don't think it is that easy to find the skin paintings."

…

"Brother Tong, I have an idea that I don't know if it can be successful. Maybe it will break some conventions."

As Hong Fu walked all the way deeper, he couldn't help but ask.

Tongguan's expression was as usual. After looking at him, he shook his head slightly and said:

"I know what you mean.

You think that since all ghosts appear when the skin paintings arrive.

Then I can use the guilty object to go back to 23 o'clock on December 1st, and stand on the timeline to observe where the skin has reached in the museum. "

Hong Fu nodded solemnly. There was absolutely reason for this idea to succeed in theory.

However, Tongguan immediately rejected it, and his words were equally powerful:

"But this is absolutely impossible.

Once I do this, then the cause and effect will be completely disrupted. Wouldn't this mission not exist at all? "

Hong Fu frowned, thought for a moment, and retorted:

"The mission will never cease to exist, because Tianhai Hotel will take action."

"That's the key.

Because I go back to the past, Tianhai will most likely change the development of events.

But how can you guarantee that Tianhai only changes the ghost and not the position of the skin? "

Seeing that Hong Fu still couldn't answer his questions, Tongguan added at the end:

"One more thing, if the entire mission changes because of this, then all the information we have now will be invalid!

So when I go back in time to check the location of my skin, the biggest possibility is that I will pay a heavy price, but I still have to start all over again. "

Hong Fu was speechless. What he was thinking about still couldn't reach the level of Tongguan.

He glanced at this man with a calm demeanor and sighed inwardly:

"Tongguan, Ji Li and Fang Shenyan are two completely opposite types of people. Although his behavior and work are shackles by the world, he is really not inferior to those two."

…

The operation of exploring the seventh exhibition hall was completed in just a few minutes.

Setting the fire is slow, but just walking around will make it several times faster.

When Tongguan and Hongfu returned to the original room, Jin Xi and Ding Wangshu were looking at them eagerly.

Obviously both of them hope to get the "skin" as soon as possible and get rid of this horrible museum.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

If this mission can really be that simple, then it doesn't deserve to be called a Samsung hotel promotion mission.

There was not much time left for a few people to get lost. After Tongguan returned, he immediately took out the manuscript that he had always kept.

After he and Hong Fu cleared the ground, they spread the museum's floor plan on the ground.

This floor plan has been completed after several revisions and additions.

Safety is not a problem now, only the pressure of time. Tongguan did not talk nonsense, put his hand on the manuscript and said:

"Operation Twenty Minutes failed, and the solution is not that simple.

So it’s time for us to focus on the mystery of spatial movement. "

Hong Fu, Jin Xi, and Ding Wangshu couldn't help but trembled when they heard this. They heard that Tongguan meant that he had already prepared everything.

Tongguan's eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one. He first pointed at the sculpture hall with his hand and explained:

"Do you still remember the information Fang Shenyan got from his first visit to the museum?

The Sculpture Hall originally had only seven pavilions, but after one death, it became eight.

As for the second deceased, a strange girl, her death brought the number of exhibition halls in the painting gallery to nine.

Including Chen Wen, his death has made the Sculpture Hall now a rule of nine exhibition halls.

To sum up, all theme pavilions have reached the special number of ‘9’.

This mutation is definitely within the rules, so they are intentional. "

Hong Fu frowned and analyzed these words carefully. He had not seriously thought about the mystery of space, but now he heard Tongguan talk about it.

"You're saying that the entire museum, with its six major themes, is trying to make up the number 6×9 of 54?"

Jin Xiang looked at the hand-drawn floor plan, blinked his eyes and suddenly stood up from the ground.

But she was so excited that she forgot about her injuries and fell back to the ground as soon as she stood up.

Upon seeing this, Ding Wangshu quickly stepped forward to hold her arm and asked about the situation.

But Jin Xi ignored her. Instead, he stared at the floor plan and kept muttering:

“54 themed exhibition halls, 54 digital movements, three freely moving ghosts that ignore space...

this! This is! "

Tongguan took a deep breath, and his eyes when he looked at Jin Xi became soft and appreciative, and he was really glad that he had protected this woman along the way.

“That’s right, the Rubik’s Cube.

The World Monuments Museum is a huge Rubik's Cube that is completely transformed into a flat pattern, completely abstract, and in real space! "