Chapter 065 Chapter 65

The live broadcast started, and countless comments in various languages ​​flashed in the comment area below, overlapping and forming a mess. Three seconds later, the comment area flashed, and the text was translated into a language that everyone was familiar with, and the content was no longer chaotic.

【The live broadcast has started again!!】

【Let me see where this is? 】

[I saw a lot of foreign text in the first few seconds. Is it because there are too many countries that were invited to watch the live broadcast? Even the weird live broadcast itself didn't react. 】

[It seems that this live broadcast also has its limits. 】

[I went over the firewall and looked at websites from several countries, and I have confirmed that the location where this strange incident occurred is the United States.]

[The United States? Previously, when the news from Japan was spread to the United States, didn’t the people there not believe it?]

[Not only the United States doesn't believe it, but also Western countries don't believe it. Many people still firmly believe that these are just special effects shots and promotional films.]

[Is this a weird live broadcast? It's amazing. Are all of you from all over the world? Do you want to report your nationality? ]

【I’m from China, I’m a long-time fan of Qiyi Live, I’ve been following the show since the first one, if you have any questions, you can ask me. 】

[Han Country, I am so lucky that the live broadcast location is not in Han Country this time. If I get into the live broadcast, I may not live to the next day. ]

[If you think like this, your life span will only last one month. ]

[Yinguo, my friend in the United States sent me a video. Are the gray clouds surrounding the art museum real? It's so strange.]

[Friends from Silver Country are here too, what do you think is weird? ]

[Hmm... a wizard's method? ]

[Sure enough, I knew you would say that.]

[The wizard legend of the Silver Kingdom is the most popular. ]

【The most popular thing in the United States is the UFO legend.】

[This was definitely caused by a UFO incident! I swear on my toilet seat! ]

[No one wants your toilet seat, thank you.]

【Watch the live broadcast, let's take a gamble on how many people will be there this time? 】

[This live broadcast is very different from the previous ones. There are so many split screens. ]

[It’s probably because it’s too big, and there are a lot of people trapped inside, so it looks like an art museum. ]

[Zoom out all the split screens, it feels like watching a surveillance video. ]

[I have already found out that it is a newly opened art museum in the United States, which has been open for less than a month.]

[I hope they can all come back alive, although I think this wish is unlikely. ]

【Bless them, Amen.】

In the art museum being broadcast live, Kelly and the others had no idea that they had entered another world. Instead, they were surprised by the gray mist that suddenly appeared and dissipated.

"What was that?" Chad whispered. "Dry ice?"

Kelly was still angry and didn't care about the fog. She glared at Martin fiercely and said to Chad, "I don't feel like shopping anymore. Let's go home."

"We're going back now?" Chad asked. "We've only walked less than a third of the way."

"go back."

"Oh, well, it's your birthday today, and you're the boss, so you have the final say." Chad shrugged and said, "What about our dinner?"

"Of course you have to eat." Kelly snorted, "Go and book a table at a luxury hotel tonight, and I'll take you to eat luxury food."

"That's great." Chad waved happily to Martin, "So bye, brother."

Kelly glared at Chad: "Why do you care about him?"

The two left one after the other.

The girl in the miniskirt crossed her arms and looked at Martin, who had a clear slap mark on his face. She raised her eyebrows and said, "Won't you explain it to me, dear?"

Martin touched his face and remembered that he was dating another girl. Although she was not as pretty as Kelly, she was hot. He immediately said, "I'm sorry, Liz. I admit that I was not so honest before, but I am single now."

Liz, who was wearing a miniskirt, rolled her eyes and turned away.

"Hey, wait a minute." Martin, who had already lost one girl and didn't want this one to get away, immediately chased after her. "Okay, it's my fault. I swear to God I won't do this again. By the way, you like the songs of that popular band recently, right? I can get tickets for their concert. How about I take you to see it?"

Liz stopped and seemed to be thinking. Then she turned to Martin and said, “There won’t be a next time, or I’ll do it to the other half of your face.”

Martin subconsciously covered the other side of his face.

It was at this time that a commotion broke out in the usually quiet art museum.

"Mom? Where are you? Mom?"

"Excuse me, have you seen my father? He is wearing an off-white shirt and black pants."

"Aina? Stop hiding. This is not fun at all, Aina?"

There are many people looking for someone.

Then a uniformed security guard stepped forward to stop them: "Please don't make any noise, this is an art museum."

"But my relatives are missing, behind that damn fog." Someone shouted, "Since you are from here, please help me find them."

The dark-skinned security guard looked embarrassed. In fact, after the fog, a senior security guard next to him also disappeared. After such a strange incident, he immediately contacted the management department, but the communicator had no signal and kept making a rustling sound.

"I will look for it, I promise." The black-skinned security guard comforted them and said, "I will find someone to help look for it now."

As he spoke, he walked towards the door of the art museum.

The security room was outside the museum. However, when we walked down the stairs to the lobby of the museum, in front of us was the main entrance. We saw a lot of people blocking the door and chattering. Kelly and Chad, a brother and sister, were among them.

"Hey, what's going on?" asked the black-skinned security guard.

Someone saw him and said, "It's great that you came. Open the door. Why did you lock it?"

The dark-skinned security guard looked bewildered. It was still morning and the museum was open for business. Who would lock the door of the art museum?

But when he walked to the door and looked at the closed gate, the security guard's forehead twitched.

The door is indeed locked. Could it be a prank by someone? It doesn't matter. He has the key.

The black-skinned security guard took a bunch of keys from his waist and took out a key to open the door. However, when he inserted the key into the hole, he couldn't turn it no matter how hard he tried. It was as if the lock core was dead and there was no part that could move.

"Strange." The dark-skinned security guard tried again, but it still didn't turn at all like before.

Someone got impatient and walked up to him and said, "Really? Haven't you eaten yet? I'll do it."

The dark-skinned security guard was pushed aside by him. The muscular man held the key with one hand and turned it...but couldn't turn it.

"Huh?" The sturdy man tilted his head curiously and tried to twist it again, but the key pattern did not move.

The sturdy man grabbed the key with both hands. His arm muscles bulged and pushed open his clothes. His finger joints turned white from exerting so much force and sweat began to appear on his forehead, but the key remained motionless.

Finally the man gave up and swore, "There's definitely something wrong with this lock! Is this really the one?"

"Of course it's this one!" the dark-skinned security guard said unhappily, "The door lock and key are both specially made. If you get the wrong key, you won't even be able to insert it!"

"Mad, what should we do now?" The man returned the key to the black-skinned security guard. "Is there any other way out?"

The black-skinned security guard thought for a moment and said, "There is another door at the back, but the key is not in my hand. It belongs to Smith, who is also a security guard here, but has more experience than me."

"Then let him drive!"

"He's gone." The black-skinned security guard frowned. "When the gray fog appeared, he was standing guard with me. After the fog disappeared, he disappeared."

"Well, damn, is there anywhere else to go?"

"No more." The dark-skinned security guard shook his head. "There are only two doors. Although there are many windows, they are very small and cannot accommodate one person to enter or exit."

"Then break the door open and get out!"

"You can't break it open. This is a blast-proof door!"

This is the United States, where every adult can legally own firearms. There are many treasures hidden in art galleries. It cannot be said that every one of them is priceless, but they are definitely very valuable. Even if only one work is lost, it would be a huge loss.

In order to protect the place from being invaded and looted by criminals, the art museum uses the highest-grade security system, especially the doors, which may not be able to be blown open even by explosives, let alone knocked open by force.

"The museum has always been open to welcome guests. If the door is suddenly locked, it will definitely be discovered soon." The black-skinned security guard was not sure whether he was comforting the tourists or himself, "We will be rescued soon."

Even if these people are not worth much, the United States cannot afford to lose the artworks in this art museum, so people will definitely come.

Because it is a national museum, many good things are basically concentrated here. Moreover, the museum is located in the capital of the United States, and there are tourists from all over the world. Even if only a few foreign tourists came to the museum today to view paintings and sculptures, being trapped here with them is an international issue.

Failure to handle it properly will not only lead to your ability being questioned, but will also be embarrassing.

The black-skinned security guard was right. The fact that the art museum was suddenly surrounded by a huge gray cloud soon made the news in the United States. Many media outlets were reporting on the incident, but the word they mentioned most often was, as expected, UFO.

At the same time, senior US officials were also concerned about this matter, but the first thing they did was to hold a press conference, announcing that this incident was not caused by the leak of mysterious substances in the laboratory. Secondly, they refuted rumors that they did not hide any UFO-related clues or cooperate with aliens. Finally, they said that they would do their utmost to protect the safety of all tourists and artworks inside.

The press conference was lively and noisy, but the rescue operation was slow. A group of armed forces surrounded the art museum and after hesitating for a long time, they slowly moved forward holding explosion-proof shields and wearing gas masks.

Once they came into contact with the gray mist, they were immediately transported to a position a few steps ahead, and fell together with the following troops who were not exposed to the mist.

Because the weapons were too heavy, the group of people couldn't stand up for a long time.

Just when everyone was in a panic, an old woman with a cane walked out of the gray mist. The armed forces were startled when they saw her, and the old woman was also startled when she saw a group of armed forces and almost raised her hands in surrender.

After a long silence, someone slowly approached her. Although she was fully armed and the person opposite her was just a trembling old woman, this armed man was so cautious as if he was facing a terrorist, and he kept holding the weapon in his hand.

Until it was confirmed that the old woman was harmless.

They took the old woman away, but after a while, more people came out of the art museum. They were all older people, with a few younger ones.

According to their description, a gray mist suddenly appeared in the museum. After the mist disappeared, the people around them disappeared. Then they kept looking for their relatives and friends who came with them in the museum, but when they found nothing, they thought they had already walked out of the museum, so they came out to take a look.

I didn't expect to be surrounded by gray fog as soon as I walked out. When I came out, I saw the riot police.

"This is so strange, where did my son go?" the old woman asked puzzledly, "Is it to another world? Did Satan take them away? Virgin Mary, please save my child." After saying that, she took out a cross from her chest and kissed it gently with her lips.