Nangong Tian rummaged through the entire museum according to Luo Chuan's intentions, except for a few metal sheets, there was nothing else that could be used as a weapon.

Nangong Tian walked in the museum with bated breath, his eyes did not stop for a moment, he kept searching, his eyes were shining, at this moment, how much he hoped to find some weapons from the museum, such as small firearms such as the Galaxy Gun.

But he fell to the ground with his back to the ground, and the fall seemed to squeeze every breath of gas out of his lungs, and he struggled desperately, exhaling, exhaling, exhaling......

At this time, Nangong Tian's feeling was exactly like this, he tried to remember how to breathe, he was speechless for a while, the desire for weapons had already made him a little anxious, and his reason was completely annihilated by the desire to escape from the museum.

At this time, Luo Chuan held him cleanly.

There must be something wrong, it can't be.

He clearly remembered that the museum of the Faculty of History contained the secrets of the entire interstellar world.

He'd been thinking about it for a long time, but after searching the museum no less than ten times today, he still didn't find anything.

"Are you alright?" Luo Chuan said, "What did you find?" ”

Luo Chuan looked down at Nangong Tian meaningfully, Nangong Tian's face did not have a trace of blood, his clenched fists hung down at his sides, his body was stiff, sitting on the wet ground, his body was cold.

The bursts of moisture coming from Luo Chuan's hands made him a little unbearable.

"Xiaochuan" Nangong Tian shouted in a hoarse voice, panting heavily, "There's nothing here!" ”

Saying that, Nangong Tian almost cried, he really couldn't stand the darkness and dampness here, it was like a prison.

"Don't be sad, now is not the time to be sad." Luo Chuan said, his expression solemn and serious. "Tell me what you just found?"

Nangong Tian lowered his head and arranged the shiny metal pieces one by one on the ground at the door.

The moonlight shines through the window, giving the metal a cold and mysterious beauty.

"One of the functions of the museum is to remove impurities from the metal, so you look at these flakes," Luo Chuan picked up a metal sheet casually and said solemnly, "They are all cleaned by the museum." ”

"Why?" Nangong Tian looked suspicious, "As far as I know, this museum seems to be no different from museums on other planets, but how can it have this kind of function?" ”

Luo Chuan didn't speak, speaking of which, he was also very curious about this museum.

"A museum is an institution, building, place or social public institution that collects, collects, exhibits and studies physical objects that represent the cultural heritage of nature and humanity, classifies those objects of scientific, historical or artistic value, and provides the public with knowledge, education and appreciation. Museums are non-profit, permanent institutions open to the public that serve the development of society for the purposes of learning, education, and entertainment. Nangong Tian picked up a copy of the "Museum Guide" and read it.

The "Museum Guide" was written by Professor Shangguan of the School of History, and the vigorous and powerful penmanship and the font of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing are simply wonderful.

Nangong Tian put away the booklet in his hand, looked at the wonderful calligraphy on the booklet, and was deeply shocked.

He praised from the bottom of his heart, "Professor Shangguan is really good, and he writes calligraphy well. Calligraphy is the art form of written expression in the world, including Chinese calligraphy, Mongolian calligraphy, Arabic calligraphy and English calligraphy. Among them, "Chinese calligraphy" is a traditional art unique to Chinese characters. Broadly speaking, calligraphy refers to the rules of writing text symbols. In other words, calligraphy refers to the writing of the characters according to their characteristics and meanings, with their calligraphy, structure and chapters, so as to make them a work of art with a sense of beauty. Chinese calligraphy is an original expressive art of the Han nationality, known as: wordless poetry, non-line dance; Painting without pictures, music without sound. ”

Luo Chuan said, "Sure enough, there are many secrets hidden in the museum. ”

"What an exciting day!" Nangong Tian said loudly while straightening his hair that was obviously crooked to the right, "But the more exciting moment has come, our great exploration is about to begin." ”

His spirit was uplifted, he no longer felt sorry for himself, he was alone, he felt that there was still hope in life.

As long as he can successfully escape from this ghost place, there is still hope for his life.

Apparently, in order to keep his loose hair in place, he held it in one hand and the Museum Guide in the other.

Luo Chuan watched Nangong Tian's mood gradually rise, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The metal piece on the ground exuded a luster that only belonged to metal, and Luo Chuan subconsciously touched his pocket for some reason and took out the white paper that had turned yellow.

This blank piece of paper was sent to him by Yu Chimu with great effort.

Something unexpected happened.

Luo Chuan's hand shook unconsciously, at first, he thought that there was something wrong with his hand, he raised his hand and shook it a few times, but he didn't find anything unusual.

It soon dawned on him that the problem was not his.

Nangong Tian stared intently at Luo Chuan's hand, his mouth wide open.

Luo Chuan was embarrassed to look at Nangong Tian's expression at this time, his expression at this time was indeed a little disgusting.

The unthinkable happened.

The white paper kept shaking, and Luo Chuan suddenly threw the white paper to the ground as if his hands were burned by fire.

"Look" Nangong Tian shouted loudly, putting one arm around Luo Chuan's arm, "Look, Xiaochuan"

"I knew this piece of paper was no ordinary object." Nangong Tian was very excited.

This time he was really going to cry.

"Too ......," he couldn't think of the right words for a moment, "we can finally get out." "I can finally meet the girl of my dreams," he said, not without exaggeration. ”

The white paper was still shaking, and there was a dazzling light around it.

Nangong Tian let go of Luo Chuan and rushed to the windowsill of the museum, pointed to the window and shouted: "Oh my God! I'm finally going out! ”

He was speaking to the world outside the window, and he was speaking to everything he was about to face.

"Nangong Tian"

Nangong Tian!

"Nangong Tian"

shouted the name of "Nangong Tian" three times in a row, but Nangong Tian still ignored him.

The metal pieces on the ground were also moving slowly, Luo Chuan's eyes widened, and he slowly bent down, almost lying on the ground, observing everything that was about to happen.

"The piece of metal moved." Luo Chuan shouted.

He tried to convince himself that it was nothing. But the sheet of metal was slowly moving towards the white paper.

A cacophony began to emerge in the museum.