It is better to have less trouble than more. Yu Xifeng could not explain why she appeared here at this time.
Yu Xifeng arrived at the museum.
Most of the museum is submerged in water.
Yu Xifeng looked around the map several times before he was sure he had found the place.
The water here is much stronger than in the business district.
Yu Xifeng turned around and saw a sign in the water.
Lost Ancient Civilization: Mayan Civilization Epic Exhibition (Lincheng)
It seems that a traveling exhibition was originally held here.
Yu Xifeng broke the window and rowed into the museum.
This is an empty room. Judging from the multimedia equipment, it looks like a video room. The tables and chairs are soaked in water and are empty.
Yu Xifeng judged that this should be the second floor.
Once indoors, kayaking was not very convenient, so Yu Xifeng put away the kayak, put on a diving suit, and controlled himself to adjust the direction.
The water was rushing, and in the darkness, the only sound was the groping sound of the remaining breeze stirring the water.
She dove down along the elevator railing and estimated that she had reached the first floor.
Under the searchlight, the exhibition hall was flooded, and the objects that were originally placed on the platform for people to admire seemed to have returned to their original appearance.
A clay sculpture is just a lump of clay, and a silver comb is just a comb.
They float with the water and seem to be no different from other debris.
Museums are gathering places for cultural relics, but the cultural relics are too small compared to the museums.
Yu Xifeng tried his best to salvage it, no matter what he touched, he would put it in the space to look at it, and the useful ones would be kept, and the useless ones would be thrown away.
There are more than a dozen items in a row, and they all look exquisite and simple, and look very presentable.
There was no reaction in the space, and Yu Xifeng realized that this was a cultural and creative store in front of the museum.
No wonder they are all fake.
The wind from the remaining stream flows into the depths.
Something floated in the water, and Yu Xifeng brushed it away with his hand. It was a mass of algae of unknown composition.
Inside was a ball of rags covered with threads.
Based on the principle of better killing by mistake than letting the criminal go, Yu Xifeng was thrown into the space.
The space suddenly became excited, like boiling oil entering water.
After some commotion, the second floor was no longer an isolated staircase. Going up the stairs, there was a hall of nearly 50 square meters.
Yu Xifeng doesn't really understand the aesthetic of space.
She had just touched it and was sure it was just a handful of damp rags that had been soaked in water and might even be moldy.
There was a wooden sign next to the rag.
Yu Xifeng picked it up and took a look. The handwriting was a little blurry, and the small words were completely blurred and unrecognizable.
The four big characters can still be recognized.
Knotted ropes for recording events.
I'm sorry.
It is estimated that the piece of cloth just now can be traced back thousands of years.
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