It's not too late now, but the exhibition hall happens to be closed today. There are no lights inside and the curtains are drawn, so the light in the building is very dim.
Under Bai Shi's gaze, a flashlight light shook violently in the doorway and quickly approached the door.
Soon, Shiraishi saw a young security guard in uniform, his face turned pale, and he rushed out in a hurry. When he went downstairs, he missed his footing and rolled down two or three steps of the stairs.
The unfortunate flashlight clanked a few times and rolled right to Shiraishi's feet.
Shiraishi's head was full of black threads, fearing that there was no dead person in the first place, but in this way, a dead person was thrown out. If this was the case, and he was so close to the door, wouldn't he be suspected of being the murderer...
Thinking like this, Baishi didn't even look at the flashlight at his feet. He turned around and wanted to pass by, planning to wait until he was far away before helping someone call an ambulance.
In short, we must resolutely avoid the situation where you stay at the scene of a crime, stupidly pick up the murder weapon or related items to check, and then be surrounded by people who suddenly appear and mistakenly think you are the murderer.
Just when he took a step forward, the security guard on the ground suddenly jumped up like a corpse, rushed over and grabbed Shiraishi's trouser leg, his eyes were dull, and he shouted tremblingly:
"It's haunted!!! The knight's armor in our exhibition hall moved by itself!!!"
"You're still alive." Hearing his voice, he was so angry that he would not be dead for a while. Shiraishi breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt troubled.
He secretly used force to pull out his trouser legs, thinking that since there was nothing wrong, he would leave first.
But at this moment, there was a tinkling sound in my ear.
Another mission? Shiraishi stopped.
Just after finishing one, he received another one. Is this because he is afraid that he will not make money fast enough? Or is it that there are so many cases in this world that you can hit them accurately with just two steps?
While the security guard was still confused and had no time to take care of his surroundings, Shiraishi quickly opened the taskbar and took a look.
Now, there are three tasks hanging inside.
[Rescuing the resentful father who lost his only son x1;
Save the innocent child x1】[Completed]
[Removing the hidden dangers of "haunted houses"]
[Rescue the confused person who jumps back and forth between art and money x2]
"?"
After reading the last new mission several times, Shiraishi felt that he should save his confused self first.
This description is too strange, who can say that?
After glancing at the distracted security guard again and feeling that he had neither art nor money, Shiraishi opened the last task and looked at the details.
[Rescue the confused person who jumps back and forth between art and money x2]
[Countdown to deadline: 49:59:59]
[Mission location: 5-12, Kanagawa-ku, Yoneka-cho, Medieval Art Exhibition Hall]
Sure enough, it was the building in front of me.
Speaking of which, what was the security guard shouting just now? The knight's armor moved on its own?
Art museum, moving knight armor...
The two keywords were displayed at the same time, and Shiraishi had a vague impression.
He looked carefully at the building in front of him again, but did not enter.
This newly received task is due in more than two days. Compared with it, the "haunted house" with only one and a half days left has higher priority.
Shiraishi decided to wait until the task of solving the haunted house is completed, then check the relevant information of this art museum, and make a long-term plan - in short, let's forget it for today.
The little security guard finally got up from the ground.
His face was pale, but he looked at the museum stubbornly and responsibly, as if he wanted to encourage Shiraishi to go back and confirm the situation.
Bai Shi glanced at him twice and said before he spoke: "Why don't you call the police first?"
The security guard was a little hesitant.
At this time, another voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them, and continued what Shiraishi had just said:
"Call the police? Is it useful to call the police? The sales contract between me and the owner of the art museum was specially read by a lawyer. It is absolutely legal!"
This person who suddenly broke in obviously only heard the word "call the police". He didn't know that he had made the wrong topic, and said proudly:
"I bought it, and it's mine! I never explicitly said that I would continue to open the museum. That old fool Ochiai was just making up his own mind!"
After saying a few words in an arrogant and greasy tone, Bai Shi turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with a beer belly and his hands behind his back slowly wandering next to them.
Although his behavior and words were a bit off, the visitor's hair was neatly styled, and his clothes and shoes were spotless.
Shiraishi looked at the shiny watch on his wrist, and then at the luxury car behind him, and immediately realized that this seemed to be a rich man.
In this case, it has something to do with the "money" in the mission.
Then contact the "art museum" and "moving knight armor"...
Shiraishi just felt like a little light bulb lit up in his head.
——He remembered what the case was.
The boss Manaka next to him ignored the two little people. He quickly put his hands behind his back and waddled towards the restaurant like a penguin.
"Mr. Manaka!" The security guard obviously knew the visitor and immediately ran over to block him. "We are closed today, and the director also said that we will not accept guests."
Manaka stopped and laughed sinisterly. He looked at the dim building, but did not rush in, and returned to the previous topic:
"Ochiai is still in the office, hehe. You don't have to deny it in a hurry. I know that the old man wants to sleep with his exhibit every day."
There was a light on in a room on the second floor. Manzhong stared there and raised his voice:
"You bring him a message - this exhibition hall, including the exhibits that he loved as his children, now belong to me.
"If he is willing to give me that painting, I can keep a few pieces of rags he likes and let him open a mini exhibition hall in my new store. If he doesn't give it, I will destroy them all as rubbish, and not even a single piece will be destroyed.
Don’t leave it for him, hahahahaha——”
Putting these words aside, Boss Manaka walked back to the car with a loud smile. His laughter was loud and rhythmic. Shiraishi felt that even if this man went bankrupt, he would definitely not die of hunger. He could apply for a job as a voice actor...
As the luxury car drove away, the little security guard looked ugly and took a sip.
I don't know if it was the anger in his heart that emboldened him, or it was the boss's words that made him realize that there was a curator in the exhibition hall, and he was not alone.
In short, the young man nodded to Shiraishi, held the flashlight he had just picked up, and turned back to the "haunted" exhibition hall.