Zheng Hope was not very interested in these things. After a quick glance, he held up a flashlight and passed quickly.
Because he didn't stay long, he naturally didn't see it. In the No. 4 exhibition hall, there was a glass photo frame hanging on the wall. There was a photo in it, which was a souvenir photo when this private museum was completed.
In the photo, there are five people standing outside the museum.
Standing in the middle is a woman.
Under this photo, there is a signature that says Miss Butterfly's Museum. There is also a row of numbers written on it, which is the date when the museum was completed.
After seeing this key photo, Gu Nian couldn't help but frown.
The old curator who asked Zheng to work as a night security guard in this museum was not in the photo!
Perhaps, the old man is not the curator of the museum at all, but the lady in the photo, Miss Die!
Obviously, Zheng Xixi missed a very important piece of information because he was not interested in the things in Exhibition Hall 4.
But there was nothing she could do at this moment to bring Zheng Hope back and let him know what an important piece of information he had missed!
Zheng Xixi, who had not seen the photo at all, walked ahead without any knowledge or nostalgia, and soon came to the exit leading to the third exhibition hall.
The exit to Exhibition Hall 3 is located on the side of Exhibition Hall 4.
Zheng Xixi turned on the light in exhibition hall No. 3, and his eyes immediately fell on the piano in the center of the exhibition hall.
Obviously, the piano sound he heard before came from Exhibition Hall 3!
Zheng Xixi just wanted to walk into the No. 3 exhibition hall to check it out, but heard the bell ringing again. The time was now nine o'clock in the evening.
After hearing the bell, Zheng Hope shrugged and was about to walk towards the piano. Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door again outside!
"Tsk!" Zheng Hope scratched his head with a puzzled expression on his face, "Could he be a beggar again? The economic conditions in this place are a bit poor! In one night, the group leader brought me food
It’s not enough to give to the beggars outside, right?!”
The players looking at the big screen couldn't help but twitch their lips.
This person not only has weird hair and weird behavior, but also has unique ideas.
Zheng Hope walked to the gate, sighed and opened the door, and found that the person outside was not a beggar, but the old curator who had just talked to him.
"Hey, old sir, why are you back again? Could it be that you're worried, so you came back specifically to check on your work?" Zheng Xixi asked.
When he said this, he remembered the bossy look of the old gentleman in front of him more than an hour ago, and couldn't help but also put on the same expression.
"Tsk, tsk, I said, old curator, I remember all the rules you just mentioned. As you said, the museum is closed after eight o'clock in the evening. I am not allowed to let anyone in."
Zheng Hope recalled the condescending and commanding look of the old curator when he spoke to him before, imitating his tone and state, and spoke to him.
He suddenly remembered that as long as he survived tonight, he would be separated from the world of the game and meet the old curator in a black suit...
