"Doom?"

"Do you mean fate?"

Bohr. Nelson was stunned for a moment, then asked rhetorically.

However, the old curator did not get Qin Ran's answer, all he had was Qin Ran's ignorance.

Qin Ran's eyes were still looking at the museum outside the window, when the last trace of sunset disappeared, the sky was completely dark, and the street lights turned on at some point, but they couldn't shine the entire museum in it, they could only shine a small part, and most of the remaining parts of the museum were still in darkness.

Even, it can be said that with the contrast of lights, the darkness is more and more profound.

It's like a giant beast crawling in the shadows.

It's silent.

It's quietly waiting.

It......

Catch the prey!

Inside the café, there was no sound at all, only the faint sound of breathing.

After Eckerd had been paid enough for the shoot, the entire café had been taken over, and the extra music and lights had been turned off as instructed by him.

Therefore, except for this table, which is specially cared for by the gaffer, darkness hangs around the café.

The silent and dimly lit environment makes Pol. Nelson felt uncomfortable.

The other party, who was originally sitting straight on the sofa, began to lean forward slightly, hoping to use this action to adjust his discomfort.

At the same time, the other party continued to speak.

"I don't believe in fate."

"I believe that hard work and hard work can change the original destiny."

"Most people will believe that."

Wanting to break this eeriely quiet Pol. Nelson's voice involuntarily raised.

But in the face of such words, Qin Ran remained silent, and watched the movements of the museum,

Qin Ran didn't speak, the scene was a little embarrassing for a while, and Eckerd, who acted as the temporary host, immediately coughed lightly and stood up.

"And what about the small number of people who remain?"

Eckerd handed the microphone to Pol. Nelson's mouth.

"They are greedy people who are dominated by laziness."

"They may have a chance to get some immediate benefits, but in the end they ......"

"They will die in their own greed."

Bohr. Nelson said categorically.

With the amplification effect of the microphone, the whole speech seems to be full of firmness.

Moreover, as soon as he finished speaking, the old curator looked directly at Qin Ran.

The old curator expected to see something in his eyes and expressions.

But the old curator was disappointed.

Qin Ran's eyes and expression did not change from beginning to end, neither agreeing, nor opposing, nor sneering, as if he had not heard his words.

However, Qin Ran had a new move.

Qin Ran turned his head, and his indifferent and indifferent gaze was all condensed on the old curator's body, as if he wanted to explore the deepest secret of the other party's heart.

More importantly, Qin Ran's hands.

They overlapped at the moment under Qin Ran's chin, such support occupied about the thumb, index finger and middle finger, the ring finger was straight up, blocking Qin Ran's lips, and the pair of little fingers kept opening and closing.

The fingertips are parted at the touch of a button.

Then, touch again.

The frequency is getting faster and faster.

Pol, who had been staring at Qin Ran. Nelson felt a tightness in his chest, a feeling of nausea and wanting to vomit, and involuntarily appeared on him.

Unwell!

Extreme discomfort!

Bohr. Nelson fidgeted and twisted.

If the discomfort before just let Pol. If Nelson is slightly uncomfortable, then the discomfort at this time is simply to make Pol. Nelson wanted to escape.

Just Pol. Nelson also hoped that Qin Ran would not be so weird and make more moves.

And at the moment?

He wanted to go back to the last moment.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little unwell."

"I want to go to the bathroom."

Bohr. Nelson spoke.

"Absolutely."

Eckerd nodded immediately.

Bohr. Nelson got up and was about to walk towards the café's restroom, because Eckerd had specifically instructed the camera angle, so Pol. The position where Nelson was sitting was next to Qin Ran, and when he stood up and went out, he had to pass by Qin Ran's side.

"Be careful."

"Doom is coming."

Right here in Pol. When Nelson passed in front of Qin Ran, Qin Ran spoke again.

The voice was still hoarse, low, and uncomfortable.

Bohr. Nelson's movements froze.

"Thanks for the reminder, but I said I don't believe ......"

Bohr. Nelson's words came to an abrupt end before he could finish speaking.

Because, in the distance, the museum in the darkness sounded a piercing siren.

The sound of sirens shattered the silence of the night and attracted everyone's attention.

Bohr. Nelson reacted quickly, he ran directly out, but the 'psychic' film crew did not move, they were all looking at Eckerd, and Eckerd was looking at Qin Ran.

When he saw Qin Ran standing up and walking out, Eckerd immediately waved to everyone in the film crew.

"Keep up!"

Soon, the group caught up with Pol. Nelson.

Although he was one step ahead, the age of the other party was destined to be impossible to catch up with the boys, even if he was a young man carrying a heavy camera and lights, he was faster than the other party.

The gates of the museum are in Pol. At Nelson's request, he was quickly opened by the security guard on duty.

"Curator, it's Zone A."

"The rest of the colleagues on duty have already gone there."

The security guard on duty quickly reported.

"Well, stay here and wait for the police."

Bohr. Nelson said and walked towards the museum.

The museum's alarm is connected to the Rain City Police Station, and the police station door will be notified as soon as the alarm sounds.

The film crew followed Pol. Behind Nelson, the other party had no intention of stopping him.

Compared to the dense crowds in the museum during the day, the museum at night is not only empty, but also dark.

In a place like a museum, once it is filled with darkness, it can become eerie in an instant.

Especially those exhibits that are placed in glass cases.

Day and night are completely different.

Therefore, even the lighting engineer of the film crew brought light to everyone, but when their eyes swept over those exhibits, the members of the film crew couldn't help but move closer to Qin Ran.

'In the event of an unknown and incomprehensible danger, just stand behind 2567. ’

This is the experience that the newly formed film crew members sincerely gave when they asked the old man about the experience of the makeup artist.

Obviously, we are all good at following the advice of others.

Eckerd is no exception.

Although he was also an old man, at this time, he was almost the same as the makeup artist, shrinking behind Qin Ran side by side, only daring to show his eyes from Qin Ran's shoulders, looking left and right into the distance.

And then......

"Ahh

A scream rang out from the makeup artist's mouth.

Eckerd didn't blame the makeup artist, because, if he hadn't bitten his tongue, he would have screamed louder than the makeup artist.

But even with his tongue biting, Eckerd's widening eyes were filled with horror.

Under the light, the scarlet was extremely dazzling.

He saw the corpse!

Patches of corpses lying around the 'Bottle of Kersman'.