In a café outside the Rain City Museum, Qin Ran met with the curator.

"Hello, Mr. 2567."

"I'm Pol. Nelson, because of something, sorry to have brought our meeting earlier. ”

A meticulous old man who was dressed appropriately and combed his gray hair stood in front of Qin Ran and stretched out his right hand very politely.

"It's okay."

After Qin Ran shook hands with the other party, he invited the other party to sit down.

"Need something to drink?"

"Shall we follow the interview we discussed earlier?"

"Or do you have a new idea?"

Eckerd asked.

"White water is fine."

"Everything is according to what we agreed before, it is already my fault to change the agreed time, and if I change the others, my guilt will make it difficult for me to sleep."

The old curator joked.

Obviously, this innocuous joke quickly brought the few people present closer, and the atmosphere that was slightly estranged and raw before was swept away.

"Waiter, here."

"A cup of warm water, a cup of tea, and a cup of pure coffee."

Eckerd raised his hand to greet the waiter, and ordered drinks for the old curator, Qin Ran, and himself respectively.

After the drinks were served one by one, Eckerd gestured to the lights and camera.

After the gaffer and cameraman quickly arrived, Eckerd looked at the old curator, and after the latter also said that there was no problem, Eckerd picked up the microphone.

That's right, Eckerd is once again a temporary guest host.

It's not that there isn't a suitable host on Yucheng TV.

In fact, with the increasing popularity of 'psychic', there are as many hosts who want to host this program as if they were crossing the river.

However, Eckerd will not arbitrarily give up the blocking column to others.

To put it simply, among so many hosts, there are no 'own people'.

It's okay to make a mistake once about something.

Eckerd won't do it again.

Similarly, in order to temporarily make a cameo role as a good host, Eckerd also studied quite hard.

At the very least, the speech is less stumbling.

"Big guy, I'm Eckerd, and today our column team invited Pol, the curator of the Rain City Museum. Mr. Nelson ......"

After an apparently formulaic opening, the two sides quickly cut into the 'Kersman Bottle' through conversation.

Then, Nelson, the old curator, introduced the audience to the storied history of the 'Bottle of Kersman'.

During this time, Eckerd would ask some questions from time to time.

Of course, these questions were chosen in advance, which would not embarrass the old curator and satisfy the curiosity of the audience.

Under such a premise, the atmosphere is naturally good.

However, from beginning to end, Qin Ran didn't speak, he was dressed in black, leaning on the sofa, one hand on the arm of the sofa, and the other hand supporting his cheek, the whole person seemed to be an outsider watching and listening, but from the beginning, the camera never left Qin Ran.

This is something that Eckerd took care of.

He and the old curator are both foils, and the real protagonist is Qin Ran.

Therefore, the lighting and cameraman's perspective are mainly based on Qin Ran.

Because of this, Qin Ran, who seemed to be sitting on the sofa casually, seemed to blend into the darkness under the backlight, but his face was visible, and the whole person looked mysterious, but it would not make people feel disgusted.

After about twenty minutes of recording, Eckerd looked at Pol, who was visibly depressed. Nelson raised his hand to signal a break.

This time, the show is not live, but recorded.

To put it simply, it is a program that has been edited and broadcast, and there are no mandatory requirements in some aspects.

"Do you need a break?"

Eckerd asked with concern.

The other party is old enough to become his grandfather, and he deserves to be respected and cared for.

"I'm sorry, the ruthlessness of the years has made me a little overwhelmed."

The old curator said with a wry smile.

"Okay, let's rest for half an hour."

Because of the advance of the shooting time, the whole shooting process has become extremely abundant, and Eckerd himself is not a guy who is himself, and the natural way is how to arrange his time reasonably.

"Go take a break?"

"It's a better place for me."

Facing Eckerd's invitation, Qin Ran shook his head and closed his eyes like this.

Eckerd shrugged.

Eckerd was really satisfied with his collaborator, except when the other party sometimes showed that he was completely ascetic.

If it weren't for the fact that Qin Ran didn't have any beliefs, Eckerd would almost really think that the other party was a devout sect.

And now?

The eccentric guy is the only evaluation.

Ignoring the footsteps of Eckerd's departure, Qin Ran, who seemed to close his eyes, had a trace of doubt in his heart.

The closed eyes opened a slit, and Qin Ran could clearly see Pol who was sitting opposite. Nelson was also closing his eyes.

But the other person's eyelids are moving, and it is driven by the movement of the eyeballs.

It is clear that the other person is thinking and not resting.

Similarly, just now, Qin Ran didn't notice Pol. Nelson was tired, but he was just pretending to be tired.

"Why?"

Qin Ran thought silently.

Then, his mind involuntarily conjured up the thin man and the hosts who were full of malicious eyes.

Don't......

An even bolder guess appeared in Qin Ran's heart.

"Curator Nelson, may I ask you a question?"

Qin Ran suddenly spoke.

"What's the problem?"

"Also, call me Pol."

"Of course, if it's your rules that make you call me by my last name, then follow your rules, I'm dealing with psychics for the first time, so, I don't know what to do."

The old curator opened his eyes and smiled at Qin Ran.

"Pol, psychics are just like normal people."

"Except for some special talents, there's nothing to care about."

Qin Ran said in a relaxed tone, but the hand he put on the sofa gestured to Eckerd without a trace.

When Qin Ran took the initiative to speak, Eckerd, who walked to the side to relax, was attracted to attention, and when he saw Qin Ran's gesture, Eckerd immediately rejected the suggestion that the good-looking waiter should continue to chat, walked to the side and quietly made a call, and motioned for the lights and cameras to start working.

The makeup artist on the side picked up the notebook and quickly wrote a sentence to Pol. Nelson looks—

'Don't worry, it's just for the easter eggs later in the show. ’

Feel free to answer. ’

……

After seeing the text on the notepad, Pol. Nelson immediately returned to normal.

"If psychics aren't worth caring about, there's nothing to care about."

"2567, you don't know how famous you are now, a lot of people around me are talking about you."

"If I were to exchange with you, I wouldn't hesitate."

Bohr. Nelson said in a joking tone.

"Really?"

"But if it were me, I would never choose to do so."

"Because, that will make you see things that you don't want to see at all."

"Darkness surrounds you like air."

"While suffocating and despairing, he is still mocking you."

"They became them."

"Enthusiasm turns to coldness."

"It's like ......"

"'Kersman's Bottle'!"

Qin Ran took a deep breath, slowly turned his head, and looked through the window at the museum that was gradually becoming deserted in the setting sun.

He seemed to be staring at something.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

People followed Qin Ran's line of sight to look in the direction.

But there is nothing but museums.

But Qin Ran was too focused, so focused that it was as if he was really observing something, and under that focused look, the people around him gradually thought that Qin Ran had really seen something they couldn't see.

After all, this man is a 'psychic'.

And then......

The hoarse, deep voice came.

"Do you believe in doom?"