Zhang Yue looked at the painting in front of him in a daze, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, and he didn't know how to understand such a magical thing.

"Zhang Yue, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Ziya saw Zhang Yue's distraction, pulled Zhang Yue's arm, and asked him.

"It's nothing, this painting is really related to me." Zhang Yue said with a smile.

"It's quite fateful, you see how similar this young man is." Xiao Ziya said with a smile, "You see the introduction here, it was made by an anonymous person in the pre-Qin era, and it has not been corrupted or damaged for thousands of years, and the materials used cannot be analyzed by the current science." ”

By the way, this painting has a history of more than 2,000 years, which means that Zhen'er came to Earth more than 2,000 years ago.

Zhang Yue didn't pay attention to it just now, and when he thought about it, he was suddenly surprised, because he knew that the genius girl who was born a hundred years ago was also Zhen'er, and she had lived for more than 2,000 years, which was incredible.

What did Zhen'er go through? How did you get so powerful?

Zhang Yue couldn't figure it out, maybe Zhen'er had encountered some master, plus she was talented and powerful in this life.

"Zhang Yue, you stand here, I'll take a picture of you." Xiao Ziya said with a smile, took out her mobile phone, used the painting as the background, and took a photo of Zhang Yue.

"Where do we go next?" Xiao Ziya asked.

"Let's go and walk around."

Zhang Yue walked towards other exhibition halls, Xiao Ziya smiled and went with him to visit other exhibition halls of the National Museum.

I've been here with her parents a few times before, and I don't feel much, but this time I came with Zhang Yue, and for some reason, I felt very interesting.

Zhang Yue pulled Xiao Ziya and walked around the museum, but he was not wandering around, and on the way around, he kept observing the surveillance cameras and security personnel in the museum.

He had already made up his mind to steal the painting.

That painting was painted by Zhen'er, and if she didn't want this painting to fall into the hands of others, she had to take it back.

After some investigation, he found that in the museum, there are cameras around every corner, security personnel work every hour, without any shift change in between, and each security guard is equipped with an electric baton.

Such strict security measures are very difficult for ordinary thieves to get their hands on, but they can't stop Zhang Yue, he has already thought of a way to steal the scroll in his heart, and as soon as the museum closes tonight, he will come to steal the painting.

I walked around the museum with Xiao Ziya for a long time, and walked around the streets of Paris a few times, and the day passed unconsciously.

The sky is getting darker, and Paris is as lively as Huajiang City at night.

However, no matter how lively the city is, there is a time to stop. After 12 o'clock in the morning, the city of Paris cooled down like a hot piece of iron, and the museum closed.

Shaw Mansion.

Zhang Yue stood at the window of his room, heard the bell ring at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and knew that the time had come.

Putting on a ghost mask, he jumped out of the window and flew through the darkness to the top of a skyscraper.

Now he has broken through to the Xuansheng Triple Heaven and is able to fly in the sky.

Zhang Yue jumped between buildings at will, flying from one skyscraper to another with a slight jump, the night breeze gently caressing the corners of his clothes, but he did not leave a trace in the night.

At this time, he landed on the roof of a building outside the National Museum, and lay in a corner, secretly observing the patrol officers in the museum.

A group of patrol officers walked through the aisle, about a dozen people, they were very vigilant, and the flashlights in their hands were constantly strafing in all directions, and any unusual movement could attract their attention.

Zhang Yue saw the opportunity and flew down from the roof of the building, rushing into the window of the museum, and at the same time shot out more than a dozen silver needles in his hand.

Zhang Yue's speed was too fast, and he didn't give them a chance to react at all.

Cha! Cha! Cha!

More than a dozen silver needles accurately hit the necks of more than a dozen patrol officers.

These silver needles were coated with anesthetic, ensuring that these people could be unconscious for a night, poof, poof, poof, puff, and the bodyguards who were shot fell to the ground and fell asleep.

"Who?"

At this time, a security officer who had fallen behind the group asked in French, shooting a flashlight at Zhang Yue.

He went to relieve himself just now, but before he could catch up, he saw that all the patrols had fallen to the ground.

"Ahh

When the security guard saw Zhang Yue's ghostly face, he immediately screamed in fright.

It's not that Zhang Yue's ghost face is so scary, if you put it in normal times, he will definitely not be scared.

But I heard that the museum has been haunted at night recently, and it is quite restless, and there are often supernatural events.

For example, some people see the coffin board of the pharaoh shaking, hear the gods chanting scriptures on the Buddhist cave paintings, and the stone statues of angels crying sadly.

But these supernatural phenomena always occur at night and return to their original status during the day.

"!"

Zhang Yue scolded, and several dodged rushed over, flew up and kicked out, knocking the security guard unconscious.

These security guards are indeed too weak compared to Zhang Yue.

After eliminating a team of security guards, Zhang Yue dragged them to a secret place, and they would wake up tomorrow.

He walked over to an outlet, took out the thunderbolt, and fired a shot at the outlet. The huge electric current instantly destroyed the museum's electrical wiring, and the ceiling was filled with sparks, and the cameras were burned out, emitting thick black smoke.

Dispose of the security personnel and cameras, and you can steal the treasures in the museum with impunity.

In the empty National Museum, there is no figure in sight, and it is pitch black all around, and I don't know what will be hidden in the dark, which makes people very unsteady.

Click! Click! Click!

In the empty museum, only Zhang Yue's footsteps can be heard.

Walking to the picture, Zhang Yue stood quietly for two minutes, silent.

"Zhen'er, I'll definitely find you." Zhang Yue clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, even if he finds the ends of the earth, he will find him.

After saying that, he clenched his fists and threw a punch at the glass display case, and with a bang, the glass shattered to the ground.

Zhang Yue took down the painting on the wall and was about to roll it up and take it out of the museum, however, at this time, something magical happened.

In the painting, the young man holding the flower shook the flower in his hand, stood on the bridge and reluctantly looked back, and then slowly walked into the distance, his back was very lonely, and finally disappeared into the painting

"Nima, what's going on?"

Zhang Yue was surprised, and his eyes were about to fall out.

In the painting, the young man walked into the distance, and all that was left in his hand was a small bridge and the flowing water under the bridge, and he could see that the flowing water under the bridge was still flowing slowly, which was a dynamic picture.

"Grass mud horse, who's messing with the ghost? Get out of here! ”

Zhang Yue scolded around, these guys dared to touch the paintings painted by Zhen'er, and they didn't want to live.

When he entered the museum just now, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, and the painting was abnormal, and it must have something to do with the person who was secretly playing ghosts.