There were a total of seven bodies lying around the display case with the Curseman Vase in the center, like a strange flower.
The petals were made of flesh and blood, and the stamen was made of gold and silver.
Under the light, the blinding red didn't overshadow the Curseman Vase's radiance. Quite the contrary, the vase shone even more brightly.
Everyone's eyes were locked on the strange scene before their eyes.
The cameraman's lens was no exception.
Only Kieran was different.
His eyes were on Pol Nelson from the start to the end.
He caught the flash of shock and disbelief on Nelson's face.
He even caught the hidden look in Nelson's eyes …
Greed!
It was a greed that was carved deep into his bones.
"Damn it!
What the hell happened here?
Hurry up! Call the police again and tell them what happened here! I need them here!
"Everything that has happened here has long since exceeded the scope of our control."
Pol Nelson growled and urged the security guards, who were also at a loss of what to do.
The security guards on night duty at the museum might be able to deal with some small matters, but when it came to a murder case, they were powerless.
They grew up in a peaceful environment, and other than funerals, this was the first time they saw a body.
And there were so many of them at once.
"O-Okay!"
As the security guards stuttered, they staggered out of the museum.
Pol Nelson couldn't help but sigh when he saw the security guards running away. He then turned to Eckart.
"They're really scared."
Me too, I feel cold all over my body.
I'm sorry, Eckart. I really want to continue, but this interview has to end … "
"Why do you have to end it?"
Kieran's hoarse and heavy words interrupted Pol Nelson's calm and graceful words.
Everyone instantly looked at Kieran.
"Hon. 2567, it's not a good time to film now.
I'm sorry to stop halfway, but it's a special situation … "
"Special?
"That's not what they said."
Pol's patient explanation was interrupted by Kieran again.
"Please don't pester me!"
Pol Nelson furrowed his brows after being interrupted several times, as if he was angry, but Kieran clearly saw that it wasn't anger in Nelson's eyes, but fear and avoidance.
When he heard 'them', the emotion became clear and deep.
"They are greedy people ruled by laziness."
"They told me they were tempted!"
"They might have a chance to gain some immediate benefits."
"They told me that they stepped into a trap!"
"In the end, they will die in their own greed."
"They told me that the person who lured them was the one who killed them!"
Kieran repeated Pol Nelson's words and used "them" as answers.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"You deceitful psychic!"
"Get out of my museum!"
This time, Pol Nelson didn't just frown anymore, he was enraged and scolded Kieran.
"Of course I will leave.
But they will stay. "
Amid his hoarse voice, Kieran pointed at the body on the ground. His body started to twist in a weird way, like a snake that had coiled itself up and stood up straight.
The snake was staring at its prey with a cold and gloomy gaze.
'It' was spitting out its tongue.
Then …
Sss, sss, sss!
The hisses of the snakes suddenly sounded.
Pol Nelson seemed to have seen something, his face turning pale as he staggered backward.
"It wasn't me!
I didn't kill you!
I just hired you to steal the Curseman Vase! "
None of this has anything to do with me!
It's all because of the Curseman Vase! "
"Yes, it's it!"
"It bewitched me!"
"It's this vase of misfortune!"
Amid the hurried and sharp screams, Pol Nelson fell to the ground. The old curator used his hands to support himself as he staggered backward.
His decent attire was messed up and messed up.
His seemingly sincere and kind face was twisted to the point that it was unbearable to look at.
Kieran stopped.
He quietly looked at Pol Nelson, who had fallen into the hypnotic hallucination.
This time, he had enough time to set up everything. He didn't need killer aura to achieve better results.
In fact, after meeting Pol Nelson earlier, Kieran knew something was wrong with him. Connecting it to the little commotion during the ticketing, Kieran didn't think it was a coincidence.
He didn't believe in coincidences.
Things that happened at the same place must be related.
Kieran didn't find the common point, he just didn't notice it.
In the Rain City Museum, it was very easy to find a common point.
Other than the Curseman Vase, what else was there?
Using the Curseman Vase as the common point to connect the malicious gazes and Pol Nelson, who met him earlier, what would it be?
Theft!
Alibi!
All the answers gushed into Kieran's mind.
Therefore, when he was in the coffee shop, Kieran purposely looked at the museum.
The trembling of his little finger and the incessant mention of 'misfortune' were all hints again and again.
When these hints were triggered, it was like a bomb that had been ignited, directly exploding.
Kieran thanked the female hypnotist, Nuna, from the bottom of his heart.
If it wasn't for her music and dance reminders, he wouldn't have thought of merging hypnosis and hints into his daily life so quickly.
After all, Kieran was used to another way of fighting.
Even though his mind was sealed, it was hard for his mind to switch to this kind of forced choice at the first moment.
However, judging from the situation at hand, it was quite effective.
Kieran looked at Pol Nelson, who kept shifting the blame and making excuses for himself. Kieran showed a sense of mockery in his eyes.
Some people always wore a mask of hypocrisy and blamed others who shared the same nature as themselves.
It wasn't just a cover.
It could also make themselves look noble and noble.
Even if they were exposed, they wouldn't wake up, instead, they would blame more people.
Kieran didn't care about such people.
The faint sound of sirens in their ears made the film crew, who were witnessing everything in front of them, come back to their senses.
"W-What the hell is going on?"
Everything happened too fast, Lyn Amie couldn't react in time.
Pol Nelson, who entered the museum with them, became a criminal?
No one answered.
The crew reacted the same way as Lyn Amie.
However, when they saw the uniformed officers rush in, they heaved a breath of relief.
"It's over!"
Eckart said softly.
Kieran shook his head and pointed at the body on the floor.
"It's over?
No, it's just the beginning.
They … "
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