At nine o'clock in the morning, the Provincial Museum had just opened. In the calligraphy and painting hall on the third floor of the management area, today is the first day of the "Song and Yuan Dynasty Landscape Exhibition". Perhaps because today is a working day, there are not many visitors in the exhibition hall, and under the deliberately dimmed lighting of the exhibition hall, the ancient paintings quietly show their unique charm to visitors.

In front of an exhibit from the Yuan Dynasty, a middle-aged white man with a high nose and deep eyes stops. He has short black hair curled up casually, a camel-colored tweed coat that is obviously worn, and his figure is not tall, and his face is scruffy, and he looks quite down. At this time, he was gazing at the ancient painting in front of him with his pair of green eyes full of fascination. He stared motionless for a long time, with a foolish smile on the corner of his mouth, and his hands gesturing from time to time, as if there was nothing else in the whole world except him and the painting.

"Eh, let's go, let's go. Suddenly, a tall and fat man with a camera on his chest walked up to the painting and squeezed the middle-aged man who was looking at the painting to the side.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, disagreed, and turned around to look at other exhibits.

Dahan raised the camera in his hand, twisted left and right, and spent a lot of effort to finally find a suitable angle. He smiled, and his index finger on the shutter was about to press down, when suddenly, the camera in front of him suddenly went black.

"I'm sorry, sir, you can't take flash pictures here. The middle-aged man with a high nose and deep eyes just now turned back at some point, put one hand in front of the big man's camera, and politely dissuaded him in a strange but fluent Chinese.

The big man put away his camera babyishly, and looked the middle-aged man up and down, although the man in front of him was white, he was not tall, and he looked a little thin with a scumbag beard. The big man's eyes widened, and he took half a step forward, looking like a turkey that had been provoked. He snorted and sneered a few times, and then suddenly raised his voice: "There is something wrong! Where did the foreign devils come from, the paintings of the Chinese, the Chinese can't take pictures yet?"

The middle-aged man seemed to be unconcerned about the big man's aggressive appearance, and still patiently explained in his strange-toned Chinese: "These ancient paintings are light-sensitive cultural relics that are easily damaged by light. So it's best not to take pictures, and if you must shoot, be sure to turn off the flash. ”

Dahan punched the cotton, since the other party didn't accept the move, it was not easy for him to continue to attack, but he couldn't swallow the stuffy breath in his chest no matter what. He continued to stare at the copper bell-like eyes, swept the middle-aged man up and down with contemptuous eyes, the fat on his face twitched, and said in a strange manner: "Expert? Chinese paintings, you foreign devil knows an egg? It's so dark here, don't turn on the flash, then shoot a ghost, it's all black, how can you show my son?"

The middle-aged man seemed to understand the sarcasm between the big man's words at all, and continued to explain calmly: "Do you know why this exhibition hall is dimly lit? The illuminance standard here should not even exceed 50 lux, so be sure not to use a flash. ”

After he finished speaking, he paused, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Does your son also like painting? Why don't you come and see it for yourself? This exhibition will continue for many days, and it is all free and open to everyone to enjoy." ”

"There's something wrong!" The big man rolled his eyes, feeling that he was talking to a duck and a duck, he decided not to talk to this strange foreign devil anymore, his fat body squeezed forward, picked up the camera and continued to take pictures, this time it doesn't matter what angle is not angled, first take a few photos of him to relieve his anger.

However, before Dahan's fingers could be pressed on the shutter, his hands suddenly emptied. The middle-aged man didn't know what trick he had made, but before the big man could react, the camera was already in the middle-aged man's hand.

At this moment, the big man was completely enraged, his throat was pulled, and he shouted like a pig: "Robbery." At the same time, he shook his fat all over his body, and rushed forward like a hungry tiger, and his two big hands grabbed the camera in the middle-aged man's hand with teeth and claws.

The middle-aged man stood still and didn't move, there was no fear between his eyebrows, but a faint disgust surfaced, as if he was watching a clumsy acrobatics that had nothing to do with him.

The big man was only one step away from the middle-aged man, but he was halfway through the hungry tiger pounced, and his two hands hadn't even touched the edge of the camera, and suddenly he stopped first. At that moment just now, for some reason, a bone-chilling chill poured out of his heart inexplicably, as if he was suddenly buried by an iceberg under the dog sun, and his body was densely covered with goosebumps, and the whole person was stunned all of a sudden.

At this time, the staff of the exhibition hall heard the movement from a distance and hurried over: "Is there something wrong?"

The big man woke up like a dream, he didn't understand what was going on just now, but the arrival of the staff made him feel a little more confident. He stiffened his neck, leaned a few steps towards the staff, unconsciously lowered his voice, and said as if complaining: "This, this foreign devil grabbed my camera, you have to help me." ”

The staff smiled professionally and looked at the middle-aged man, "Excuse, uh, excuse......"

"I understand Chinese. The middle-aged man raised the camera in his hand, "I just asked him not to use the flash." ”

The staff breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, it turned out that this was the case, and it was easy to say that it was not a robbery or a fight. However, this matter is simple to say, and it is troublesome to say that it is troublesome, and it has to be mediated well. He recalled the standard processing methods learned in the training, and then secretly considered his words in his heart, and was about to speak, when he saw the middle-aged man take out his mobile phone from his pocket and turn it slightly sideways.

"I'm sorry, I'll answer the phone. ”

The staff nodded slightly, and then glanced at the big man next to him out of the corner of his eye. Dahan was staring at the middle-aged man with a vigilant face, as if he was afraid that he would run away directly with the camera.

"Hmm...... Do you drink tea...... Now?" The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, and he seemed a little unhappy, but the person on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, and he immediately returned to his usual flat expression, "I know...... All right...... I'm in the Provincial Museum. ”

Putting down the phone, the middle-aged man glanced at the exhibits on the side with some reluctance, and then took the initiative to hand the camera to the big man, and said with a smile on his face: "If it is convenient for your son, it is best to come and see it in person." ”

The big man snorted and sneered a few times, and couldn't wait to reach for the camera. At the moment when he held the camera with both hands, the big man suddenly trembled, as if he had been electrocuted, and then the whole person collapsed to the ground like a mountain of flesh with a mudslide.

"Ah...... Ah......h

The staff's heart sank, okay, what the hell are you doing, but don't do anything. He hurriedly leaned over to help the big man, and at the same time asked with concern, "Are you uncomfortable?"

The big man trembled, looked at the staff, and suddenly cried out, he used his hands and feet together, took several steps back, and then rolled over, struggled to get up, and ran towards the exit as if fleeing for his life.

"Maybe you're sick, aren't you going to take a look?"

"Oh, yes, thank you. ”

The staff was a little stunned by this sudden change, and when they heard the reminder, they hurriedly chased after it, and shouted in their hearts that if they really had any illness in the exhibition hall, it would be miserable to come to the door in the future.

The middle-aged man shook his head and walked out of the museum slowly.

Outside the museum, a black Bentley sedan sped by. The car stopped steadily at the exit, and a young man in a straight suit got out of the passenger seat, he walked to the other side of the car, opened the door of the back seat, and then respectfully greeted the middle-aged man who walked slowly.

"Mr. Draw, please. ”