"Misfortune?
Are you talking about fate? "
Pol Nelson was stunned for a while before he replied with his own question.
However, the old curator didn't get a reply from Kieran, all he got was Kieran's disregard.
Kieran's eyes were still looking at the museum outside the window. When the last trace of sunset disappeared, the sky turned dark. The street lights were switched on, but they couldn't light up the whole museum, only a small part of it. The rest of the museum was shrouded in darkness.
It was fair to say that with the contrast from the street lights, the darkness looked even deeper.
It was like a gigantic beast crawling in the shadows.
It was silent and undetectable.
It was waiting patiently.
It …
It was hunting its prey!
Inside the coffee shop, there was no sound except for a faint breathing sound.
Eckart had paid the staff enough to book the whole coffee shop for this shoot, and the extra music and lights were switched off according to Eckart's instructions.
Therefore, other than the table that the lighting technician purposely lit up, the whole coffee shop was shrouded in darkness.
The silent and dark environment made Pol Nelson feel uncomfortable.
The man, who was sitting upright on the sofa, began to lean forward, hoping to adjust his discomfort with this action.
At the same time, he continued.
"I don't believe in fate.
I believe hard work and hard work can change the original fate.
Most of the people will believe it. "
Borl Nelson, who wanted to break the strange silence, could not help but raise his voice.
However, Kieran still kept quiet and watched the museum's movements after hearing the words.
Kieran didn't say anything, the atmosphere turned a little awkward. Eckart, who was acting as the temporary host, cleared his throat and stood up.
"Then, what about the rest?"
Eckart put the microphone in front of Pol Nelson's mouth.
"They are greedy people dominated by laziness.
They might have the chance to get some immediate benefits, but in the end …
They will die in their own greed. "
Pol Nelson said in a firm tone.
With the amplification effect of the microphone, his words seemed to be filled with determination.
As soon as he finished speaking, the old curator stared straight at Kieran.
The old curator hoped to see something from his eyes and expression.
But the old curator was disappointed.
Kieran's eyes and expression didn't change from beginning to end. There was no agreement, no objection, and no mockery. It was as if he hadn't heard what he said at all.
However, Kieran made a new move.
Kieran turned his head and stared at the old curator with an indifferent and cold gaze, as if he was trying to pry into the deepest secrets in the old man's heart.
More importantly, Kieran's hands.
At this moment, they overlapped under Kieran's chin. This kind of support occupied about the thumb, index finger, and middle finger. The ring finger was straight up, blocking Kieran's lips, and the pair of little fingers kept opening and closing.
His fingertips parted as soon as they touched.
Then, they made contact again.
The frequency was getting faster and faster.
Pol Nelson, who had been staring at Kieran, felt a tightness in his chest, a nauseous feeling that made him want to vomit.
Discomfort!
Extreme discomfort!
Pol Nelson was fidgeting and twisting his body.
If the discomfort before made Pol Nelson feel a little uncomfortable, the discomfort now made Pol Nelson want to run away.
Pol Nelson was hoping that Kieran wouldn't be so strange and make more movements.
But now?
He wanted to go back to the previous moment.
"Sorry, I'm not feeling well.
I need to go to the washroom. "
Pol Nelson said.
"Of course."
Eckart nodded.
Pol Nelson stood up and wanted to go to the washroom. Eckart had specifically told Pol Nelson to shoot from a certain angle, so he was sitting beside Kieran. When he stood up, he had to walk past Kieran.
"Be careful.
Misfortune is coming. "
Just as Pol Nelson walked past Kieran, Kieran spoke again.
His voice was still hoarse, heavy, and uncomfortable.
Frank Nelson's movements froze.
"Thank you for the reminder, but I said I don't believe …"
Frank Nelson's words came to an abrupt halt before he could finish.
That was because an ear-piercing alarm was blaring in the distant darkness of the museum.
The alarm broke the silence of the night and attracted everyone's attention.
Pol Nelson reacted quickly and ran outside. The 'shaman' crew did not move, they were all looking at Eckart and Eckart was looking at Kieran.
When Eckart saw Kieran stand up and walk out, he waved at the crew.
"Follow him!"
Soon, the crew caught up to Pol Nelson.
Although he was a step ahead, his age made it impossible for him to catch up to the young ones. Even the young ones with the heavy cameras and lights were faster than him.
The door of the museum was opened by the security guard on duty at Pol Nelson's request.
"Curator, it's section A.
The other colleagues on duty are heading there. "
The security guard reported.
"Okay, stay here and wait for the police."
Bohr Nelson said as he walked into the museum.
The alarm in the museum was connected to the police station in Rain City. Once the alarm went off, the police station would be notified immediately.
The crew followed Pol Nelson, who had no intention of stopping them.
Compared to the crowds in the museum during the day, the museum at night was not only empty, but it was also pitch-black.
In a place like the museum, once it was filled with darkness, it would instantly turn eerie.
Especially the exhibits in the glass cabinets.
Day and night were completely different.
Therefore, even though the lighting engineer of the film crew brought light to everyone, when they glanced over the exhibits, the film crew members couldn't help but lean towards Kieran.
'When there's an unknown danger, just stand behind 2567.'
When the members of the newly formed film crew asked the old makeup artist about his experience, the latter sincerely told them about it.
Obviously, everyone was good at listening to others' advice.
Eckart was no exception.
Although he was also an old man, he shrunk behind Kieran like Lyn Amie at the moment. He only dared to peek his eyes over Kieran's shoulder, looking further away from him.
Then …
"Aaaargh!"
A scream came from Lyn Amie's mouth.
Eckart didn't blame Lyn Amie, because if he didn't bite his tongue, he would have screamed louder than Lyn Amie.
Despite biting his tongue, Eckart's widened eyes were filled with fear.
Under the light, the scarlet was extremely glaring.
He saw a body!
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