Chapter 102 Leaving
The applause rang out, as if there were invisible audiences sitting in the void, celebrating and applauding the wonderful scene on the stage. This made Little Red Riding Hood stunned for a moment, and she blurted out -
“Is this even possible?!”
Yu Sheng was even more confused than her: "I don't know, I just proposed a plan and haven't had time to do anything yet..."
But the applause rang out anyway, and while Little Red Riding Hood and Yu Sheng were both bewildered, the entire museum seemed to be shaken by the applause, and then began to change - the room disintegrated with a roar, and the intact roof and walls turned into scenery and simple props in the blink of an eye, and then quickly sank into darkness and nothingness. The color of the ground faded, revealing the dusty stage again. The darkness first gathered from all directions, and then, accompanied by the banging sound of relays, lights fell from the sky, illuminating the entire stage and the surrounding audience area.
The theater became brighter, and the applause continued in the empty auditorium. After more than ten seconds, the applause gradually faded away.
Yu Sheng quickly glanced around him to make sure everyone was there, and then he was met with Little Red Riding Hood's weird gaze.
"Well... I just had a bold idea, thinking that if I made a bigger noise, I would meet the conditions for 'ending', but in the end I didn't implement it..."
"No, I just think you may have found a way to leave in accordance with the rules of 'Museum Night', although this method is a bit...extreme." Little Red Riding Hood shook her head, her expression thoughtful. "The entrance and exit rules of Museum Night are intertwined with the entrance and exit of the 'theater'. The essence of leaving the theater is to create a 'deviation value'. The more things deviate from the 'stage', the easier it is to trigger the end of the show. I think...'detonating a lot of fox tails in the museum' is a serious out-of-script event, the kind that even the 'actors' on the stage would be considered out of script if they mentioned it."
Yu Sheng was stunned: "Is that so?"
"Who knows the details? There are always many things in foreign lands that are difficult to understand," Little Red Riding Hood curled her lips. "Anyway, if this is really the reason, then it can only be said that other people can't imitate this idea. After all, not everyone can follow such an abstract nine-tailed fox like you."
Yu Sheng reached out and touched the fur behind the cat's ears. The cat squinted its eyes happily, then muttered "I'm hungry", and took out a large pancake from its tail and started to eat it.
"You've consumed a lot of energy today," Yu Sheng said, and suddenly remembered something, "Wait a minute, we got out of nowhere, did you forget to bring the tail you left in the white exhibition hall to control those 'security guards'?!"
"I brought it out," Hu Li nodded, "The moment the illusion disappeared, the tail turned into demonic power and returned."
"This works quite well." Yu Sheng sighed sincerely.
"Let's leave this place first," Little Red Riding Hood breathed softly, looking at the theater area still illuminated by lights from an unknown source. "Let's go back the same way. When we return to the ticket office, the impact of 'Night at the Museum' will officially fade away."
"Okay." Yu Sheng nodded and took a look at the "Weeper" sculpture that he still held in his hand.
According to museum rules, the collection in hand at the "curtain drop" or "end of the night show" can be safely taken out of the foreign land. Now this thing has become the first exploration trophy of him, a "novice ghost detective."
It is very light, at least much lighter than expected, and the material does not seem to be stone or other natural materials. If I must say... it feels suspiciously like skin, like a pale skin stretched tightly against the surface of a hard object, and even has a little bit of barely perceptible temperature.
Under the light from above, this sculpture of a woman covering her face and crying exudes a strange atmosphere. Yu Sheng doesn't know how much "artistic element" this thing has, nor does he know what the client wants it for. Anyway, if it were him, he would never put such a thing at home.
The group left the stage, walked through the empty seats, and went through the passage they had taken when entering the theater before - there was always light from an unknown source illuminating the entire route until they returned to the entrance hall of the old theater. Little Red Riding Hood went back to the dark ticket window and knocked on its glass, and then all the lights in the theater suddenly went out.
Yu Sheng noticed that the wolf with Little Red Riding Hood had been prowling and sniffing all the way. At this time, there were several wolves wandering around the ticket window and another passage leading to the depths of the theater. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are they doing?"
"See if there are any traces of other people left behind," Little Red Riding Hood whispered, "There are no warnings at the nodes here, but someone has indeed come to the museum. They can't have entered out of thin air... unless there are others who can 'open the door' and enter and exit the foreign land at any time like you."
Yu Sheng immediately waved his hand: "That shouldn't happen. If I open the door, it will trigger the alarm - and it is said that the noise is very loud. But didn't you say that we should try not to get involved with the Angel Cult?"
"...Well, that's true." Little Red Riding Hood hesitated for a moment, but still nodded slightly. The wolves that were patrolling around gathered together quietly and hid in the shadows beside her again.
The group left the old theater through the main entrance and returned to the night of the city.
It was already midnight, and except for the occasional sound of cars passing by on the main road in the distance, the surroundings were exceptionally quiet.
Little Red Riding Hood took the "Weeper" sculpture from Yu Sheng, and then found the large backpack she had hidden in the bushes near the front entrance of the museum, and put the sculpture into the backpack.
"I'll take the things to the client of the Strange Items Association to report, and by the way, I'll find someone I know to investigate whether there is any problem behind this commission. The reward can be transferred to you tomorrow at the earliest. Border Communications has a transfer function. You can go back and bind your bank card and withdraw the balance," she said to the student, and popularized new knowledge to him. "Spirit world detectives and investigators generally only recognize Border Communications' transaction channels, because offline transactions are not protected by the Border Council, and the risks are borne by the individual."
"Well," Yu Sheng seemed a little absent-minded, obviously thinking about something else, "Well, about the situation in the white exhibition hall..."
"I'll report it. Someone from the Secret Service should be looking for you soon to get the details," Little Red Riding Hood said casually. "You must have been registered with them. This matter will be highly valued. They may invite you to do further investigation, or... tell you something about the Dark Angel. But remember what I said. Try not to have too much contact with that thing. Many experienced investigators and spirit detectives have fallen into this kind of thing..."
At this point she suddenly stopped and shook her head with a strange expression: "But I may be a little too much to tell you this, you are not an 'ordinary person'."
"Thank you for your concern," Yu Sheng didn't care, but thanked sincerely, and then sighed, "Although I said it once before, I still can't help but say it now... You are really used to taking care of people."
Little Red Riding Hood was startled, her expression a little unnatural: "Well, actually I didn't notice it, but there are indeed many members younger than me in 'Fairy Tale'. Maybe I really have developed a habit?"
Yu Sheng smiled knowingly, but from an angle that Little Red Riding Hood didn't notice, there was a hint of gentleness and admiration in his eyes.
Then, they said goodbye to each other at an intersection near the museum - Little Red Riding Hood and her wolf pack quickly melted into the shadows of the night, and the phantoms blew through the night like a light breeze, disappearing from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
"...This is very convenient for her, especially when traveling at night," Yu Sheng looked at the direction where Little Red Riding Hood disappeared, and couldn't help but sigh, "It can also save taxi fare."
He just said this casually, but the fox girl next to him suddenly lowered her head, her tone full of shame: "I'm sorry, benefactor, I made too much noise while hurrying, and I can't take you home..."
Yu Sheng quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, I don't care."
"How are we going to get back?" Irene asked curiously, "Take a taxi? Will Xu Jiali come to pick us up again? I don't want to take his car anymore..."
"Open the door and go back." Yu Sheng said casually.
Irene was surprised: "Ah? Didn't you say at the museum that we shouldn't open the door at night to avoid alerting the Secret Service?"
Yu Sheng took out his cell phone and said, "Are you stupid? Now that we are outside, we have a signal. If I call them and let them know, they won't be scared."
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As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at his shoulder - he had been bitten by the giant wolf that came out of Little Red Riding Hood's shadow. The wound had healed now, but his clothes were still covered in blood, which looked particularly scary under the street light.
"Besides, I'm already in this situation. What if the car I called turns out to be an ordinary online ride-hailing driver? I'll scare him to death."
As he spoke, he dialed the phone number Baili Qing left for him.
After a while, a voice that seemed to be still asleep came from the receiver: "Who?"
"I, Yu Sheng," Yu Sheng said quickly, "Um, did I disturb your sleep?"
"...Yeah, I just fell asleep, but it's okay." Baili Qing's voice was as cold as ever, and there was no sense of attitude. "What happened?"
Yu Sheng was a little embarrassed: "I opened the door and thought about telling the Secret Service first, but I didn't know who to talk to, so I called you..."
There was silence on the other end of the receiver for two seconds.
Yu Sheng didn't know what the female director was thinking during those two seconds. Anyway, when the voice came from the other side again, it was still so calm: "Okay, I understand. I will notify the monitoring team and ask them to temporarily skip the next alarm signal. You can open the door in about two minutes."
Yu Sheng wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although the other party was very calm, he still felt a little inexplicable pressure: "Oh, thank you... Then I won't bother you anymore. Go back to sleep after you're done. Good night."
"...Okay, good night."
Yu Sheng hung up the phone and breathed a long sigh of relief in the night.
Irene, who was sitting on his shoulder, immediately poked his head.
"She must have been cursing for those two seconds."
"Did you hear that?"
“Spiritual intuition.”
"…Your spiritual intuition can also do this?"
"Yes!"
(End of this chapter)
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