"Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding", the phone alarm finally saved me from the panic, and I came to a new August 16th.

I've come to realize that the situation is much more complicated than I thought, and even with a seemingly flawless plan of action, it eventually comes to light. What is going on here, it looks like I need to change my plan of action.

I went back to the curator's office and tried a similar way to get the curator to finally take my word for it, and agreed to run my unobstructed observation of the meteorite under the supervision of the museum. Only this time I simply didn't see the Professor Henry, because I knew I couldn't get any useful information from him.

After informing the curator that there would be a night raid on the museum tonight to steal the Koran, the curator was again sweating profusely, and I stopped him just as he took out his phone and was about to call the police.

"Can't call the police!"

"Why?"

"Because that would expose you."

"What exposure?"

"Once the police are called, the man in black may change his plans."

"Why? Will they know about our actions? ”

"I suspect there's an inner ghost."

"Inner ghost? Who? ”

"I don't know, but I suspect there's an inner ghost, I've tried, and a seemingly seamless plan has been waiting for nothing in the end."

"You say you've tried?"

"Yes, I've already tried it on another day."

"So what to do?"

"We need to narrow it down, find the person you trust the most, we'll move the artifact, and then we'll call the police when the man in black appears."

"This thing doesn't belong to our museum, and if you want to move, you must tell the people at the British Museum."

"Professor Henry?"

"yes, how do you know?"

"We'll meet."

"Who do you think is the inner ghost? The police? ”

"I don't know who the inner ghost is, but the operation has indeed been exposed once."

"I don't believe that there will be ghosts in our museum, this thing is not ours, and we didn't recruit anyone for this exhibition."

"No matter who is the inner ghost, we limit the number of people to a minimum, and we must keep it highly confidential and not leak the news."

"I can do this, as long as I can keep the cultural relics, I will try my best to cooperate."

I got in agreement with the curator, and the curator called only a few of his most trusted department heads and Professor Henry, and we had a closed-door meeting in the curator's office to finalize a plan of action.

The improved version of Operation Eternal is simpler than the previous one: after dark closes, we will move the scriptures to a sealed safe cabinet in the corner of the warehouse and cover them with other items, and add 4 patrol officers to the underground warehouse to guard them at all times; We still went to the hotel opposite the museum to observe secretly, and once we found the man in black, we immediately called the police, not seeking to wipe out the gang of men in black, but hoping to catch a few breakthroughs; Except for a few patrol officers and a few people in charge of the transfer work, no one else knew about the whole process, and it was not as big as before, so it could not attract the attention of the people around him.

As it got dark, the operation began as planned, and under the direction of Professor Henry, the museum personnel moved the artifacts to the underground warehouse. We then dispersed through the side entrance and exited the museum, and finally met up in the hotel room, where we will patiently wait for the man in black to reappear.

Although the curator and the museum staff still believed me out of the best concern for the safety of the artefacts, they were still suspicious of me, especially Professor Henry, who repeatedly questioned my seemingly absurd story, but finally chose to compromise for the sake of protecting the artefacts.

We waited anxiously, everyone fidgeting in the hotel, and the anxiety hung on everyone's face. The clock on the wall passed minute by minute, and finally it was eleven o'clock in the evening.

"They should be coming soon." I broke the dull atmosphere in the room.

"Xiao Xu, be ready to call the police at any time." The curator told the Xu team to be ready to call the police at any time, and all the information that should be said when calling the police was already prepared on the table, including the scale of the proposed police dispatch and the blocked road.

"Curator, I still question this man's words from the point of view of a cultural relics researcher." Professor Henry speaks to us through a translator.

"Professor Henry, wait a little longer, we have no other way but to believe now." The curator soothed an anxious Professor Henry.

"Professor Henry, you can not believe me, but after a while you will have to believe your eyes." It may not be polite, but I snorted back.

"Okay, let's stop talking, it's almost time." The majesty of the curator balances everything, and I am glad to be able to work with such a flexible and big-picture curator.

It was twelve o'clock in the evening again, but to my surprise we still hadn't found the man in black, not even a single shadow.

"Curator, the time this person said has passed, why haven't we even seen a man in black?" Professor Henry was finally about to explode in front of me.

"Wait." The curator's patience was obviously much better.

"If the Man in Black disappears again tonight, then I have to suspect that there is a ghost among us." I began to be suspicious again, but it was hard for me to imagine that there would still be ghosts in such a small area.

"Who are you suspicious?" Professor Henry was a little annoyed when he heard my words.

"I don't know, I'm just guessing." I explained.

"I'm the only foreigner here, do you suspect that I'm an inner ghost?" Professor Henry pressed me.

"I don't doubt anyone, before the truth is revealed, anyone can be an internal ghost."

"Then do you still suspect that the curator is an internal ghost?"

"I didn't say it, I just guessed."

"Don't make any noise, there's nothing to quarrel about, Professor Henry, let's wait, if this man is really lying to us, then he won't get any good, I don't think anyone would take such a prank so seriously." The curator said his logic, yes, if this is all fake, why should I be so serious, a threatening phone call will not be.

As time went on, my heart was struggling, and the fact that the man in black didn't show up again meant that the news should have been exposed again. So, how did the news get out on such a small scale? If I want to talk about ghosts, I really only dare to suspect outsiders like Professor Henry, after all, everyone else is from the museum, they are all cronies of the curator, and even those patrol officers are people who have worked in the museum for several years. Before they came to the museum, they didn't even have plans for this touring exhibition on the agenda, who would be so far-sighted to put a person in this inconspicuous C City Museum just to steal this scripture today?

So the inner ghost is Professor Henry? I can't believe that an old professor who has been studying this book for decades would think of stealing it in a faraway city of C with a terrorist group, and they could have had a much simpler and safer way to do it if they really needed to.

Or is it all a temporary change, and the organization of the Men in Black recently bought off one of us and then provided them with information as an insider? Who knows, this explanation seems more plausible.

It was late at night, and the man in black still hadn't appeared. The curator suppressed my dissatisfaction with his majesty, and I became a little trembling.

Late at night, I could naturally get out smoothly so as not to be taken to the Public Security Bureau by them for interrogation, but the question I am thinking about now is how to break the situation and who is the real ghost.

I feel like I'm stuck in a strange circle right now, maybe I should think differently and get information from a different perspective, because I have magical skills that they don't have.