It is highly likely that the entire museum will be razed to the ground.
"Director, I swear, I didn't see anything at the time. I just felt everything go black and then I knew nothing more!"
Wilson, who was in charge of security inside the museum, explained, his forehead covered in sweat.
That night, all of the dozens of people responsible for security at the museum fell into a strange coma.
When they woke up, the Dragon Kingdom Pavilion exhibition hall had been almost completely emptied.
"The security systems inside the building all failed within a short period of time, and the surveillance equipment also stopped working, capturing no valuable information..."
Sergeant Payne of the London Police Department, who had come to investigate the case, frowned as he listened to the report from his subordinate investigators.
This was the first time in his life he had encountered such a bizarre theft case.
If it were just an ordinary street-side shop, that would be fine.
This is the Imperial Museum, the prestigious British Museum!
Its surveillance and anti-theft facilities are comparable to those of top banks, and many of its advanced features are even more comprehensive than those of banks.
How could hundreds of precious exhibits have been moved without anyone noticing?
Especially these exhibits, which were moved along with the bulletproof cabinets, is simply an international joke!
If I hadn't witnessed it with my own eyes...
Sheriff Payne must have thought the museum director was playing a terrible joke on him.
Not long after.
The mayor of London also rushed over.
The mayor fell silent after seeing the threatening letter left by the thieves at the museum.
Last time, in order to deal with those protesters.
Director Fisher unilaterally closed the Dragon Kingdom Pavilion as a lesson to those Dragon Kingdom tourists who made unfounded demands to reclaim their artifacts.
I never expected that the museum would be breached so quickly and so many priceless artifacts would be stolen.
"Director, what's the next step? What should we do with the remaining tens of thousands of artifacts from China?"
"That thief not only stole the cultural relics, but also hacked into our museum's system and published the list to the public."
"Now the whole world knows that our museum still houses 20,000 artifacts from China."
"That notorious bandit clearly won't give up so easily..."
A female museum staff member approached Fisher and asked anxiously.
I began to worry about the remaining tens of thousands of artifacts from the Dragon Kingdom.
"I request the mayor to allocate more police patrols for us. There must be officers stationed around the museum 24 hours a day!"
"The remaining artifacts, apart from a portion that remains in the museum, have been dispersed and stored in the vaults of major banks in London!"
"I don't believe that master thief could have searched every bank in the city!"
After some thought, Fisher made up his mind and said.
Just as Wang Yueheng had predicted.
He would never willingly hand over all the cultural relics to the Dragon Kingdom just because of a threatening letter.
And if this curator dares to mention the word "return".
The members of parliament will definitely propose to remove him from office and find a new curator!
There is an old saying in China: "Better to be a broken piece of jade than a whole piece of tile."
"If this guy really dares to blow up the Imperial Museum, then I'll make sure all those artifacts are destroyed and buried with it!"
Then, the curator, Fisher, said through gritted teeth.
"But……"
The female staff member wanted to say something more.
But seeing Fisher's bloodshot eyes and furious face, they were too frightened to utter a sound.
But the Dragon Kingdom quickly sent a notification.
They claim that if the cultural relics of the Dragon Kingdom housed in the museum are not properly stored, they could be stolen or damaged in any way.
The British Museum and the United Kingdom bear full responsibility!
If the Imperial Museum is unable to properly preserve the cultural relics, it is willing to accept all the cultural relics of the Dragon Kingdom for safekeeping.
Even though all of these stolen cultural relics ended up in China.
The Chinese government also strongly criticized the museum for its inadequate security, which put Chinese cultural relics at risk of being stolen or damaged.
The response from the Dragon Kingdom was like a long sword.
It pierced the hearts of the arrogant and disdainful Curator Fisher, as well as those British officials.
And they rubbed salt into the wound.
"I will be living here personally to oversee things for the next period of time!"
"I don't believe anyone can really come and go from our territory like a ghost!"
Fisher almost roared.
He decided to spare no expense to bring this notorious thief to justice.
If they dare to come again, they will definitely pay a heavy price.
"Also, what has Wang Yueheng been doing lately?"
"I strongly suspect that guy is involved in this theft!"
"At the very least, it must be his works that have bewitched people!"
Then, as if remembering something, the curator Fisher turned to the female staff member and asked.
Last time, it was Wang Yueheng's short drama that attracted a lot of attention from YouTube users.
As a result, many people marched and protested outside the British Museum, demanding the return of their national cultural relics.
The thief who stole the museum artifacts is very likely one of Wang Yueheng's fans!
"He...he must be active in China..."
"I'll go investigate right away."
Upon hearing this, the female staff member immediately took out her phone and began making calls.
Soon, information about Wang Yueheng was found through the museum's affiliated organizations.
"Mr. Fisher, Wang Yueheng is currently participating in a talk show in Kyoto, China, and it's being broadcast live online."
Would you like to see it now?
The female assistant looked up at the white-haired, tired-looking curator and asked.
"Open!"
Fisher gave the order with a grim face.
He was eager to see what Wang Yueheng's current state was like.
Thinking back to how Angus had sent people to smear Wang Yueheng, and then both Avik and Angus died in an accident.
Fisher has a hundred reasons to believe it.
There must be someone secretly helping this celebrity.
It cannot be ruled out that it is a powerful dark web organization.
"Yes, curator..."
The female employee quickly picked up her phone and operated it.
Soon, through the technical software, I was able to access the Douyin Deyun Club live streaming page.
On the page.
Wang Yueheng is standing on the far right side of the stage.
Beside him were two crosstalk performers, one tall and one short.
Fortunately, the museum has language translators readily available for work purposes.
After putting on the translator, Fisher listened attentively to the words of the three people on stage.
When they saw the other party still making fun of and celebrating the museum theft case.
Fisher's face immediately turned a deep liver color with anger.
He knew it in his heart.
Today is a dark Monday for the Imperial Museum.
But for the Dragon Kingdom, it was a day of great joy.
At least those artifacts that appeared in Kyoto will never return to the British Museum until the destruction of Earth.
"As everyone knows, Professor Yue Heng is skilled in poetry writing."
"Many of his poems have been included in Chinese textbooks."
"On such a joyous day, shall we take this opportunity to recite a poem for everyone?"
"I see many people in the audience are almost unable to resist the influence of art!"
"You need to give them a proper treatment..."
In the live broadcast, Guo Gang joked and laughed again.
"Haha, give me a song! Give me a song!"
"Oh~~"
Guo Gang's words were met with another round of cheers from the audience.
"As for poetry, I haven't had time to prepare it yet."
"However, I do have a song. If no one objects, I'll perform it right here."
Upon hearing Guo Gang's well-intentioned suggestion, Wang Yueheng, who was already prepared, readily responded.
"The song you're talking about, could it be that... rap song that was publicly promoted before?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Qian tentatively inquired.
"Teacher Yu guessed correctly, it is indeed another rap song of mine."
"The song is called 'The Seventh Chapter of the Night'."
Wang Yueheng readily admitted this.
There was just one sentence I didn't tell everyone.
This song is dedicated to the British Museum, which was robbed!
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