The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The dim light fell on the smooth tiled floor, blurring the warm shadow like the setting sun. A leather shoe stepped on such a shadow, and the black shadow cut through the halo of the setting sun, just like cutting down the sun.

Stop, turn around, and stand on the spot. Through the legs in suit pants, you can see the glass cabinet of the museum. There are some slightly broken papers in it, which are filled with densely packed ancient Egyptian characters.

At this time, heavy footsteps came from the side, and Mark hurried over with a box. The figure standing in front of the glass showcase still lowered his head, looking intently at the exhibits in the showcase.

Mark said helplessly, Why are you still here? We've got the things, let's go.

As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at the box in his hand, which contained a beetle model that looked like a gift. From the outside, it was no different from the souvenirs sold in museums.

Mark looked at Schiller who was watching the exhibition without saying a word and said: Are you really the KGB? Can you be more professional? We are performing a mission, is it time to see the exhibition?

Schiller turned his head, and in an instant, his eyes lit up with white light, as if a cluster of white flames were ignited in the eyes, Mark took a step back instinctively, and suddenly reacted, he said: Isn't it Luna? Do you have the power? I have it too, stop playing, let's get out of here!

Mark turned and left, Schiller didn't say anything, but followed behind him.

As soon as they left the museum, they saw a car coming from the darkness. Standing in the light in front of the museum, Mark made a cautious gesture. He touched the gun on his waist and sensed the power of the moonlight. After confirming that it was correct, he went down the steps.

The car stopped in front of the museum, and a long-haired man with a cane walked out. Seeing two people in front of the museum, this man seemed very surprised, but he immediately said: You see the deputy curator. Did Pietro? He invited me to see the collection for auction...

Malickrik narrowed his eyes and said, You're lying, the second you saw us, you straightened your back, you tensed your arms, you were wary, and you hesitated for a second before saying that name, It should be making up a fake name...

Who are you? Why are you like a surprised security guard? The long-haired man was unmoved, he said: My name is Arthur Harrow, I am a general practitioner, and I and the deputy curator Long Pietro has an agreement that this museum has a collection to be auctioned, and I need to come and have a look at the collection in advance before I can decide whether I want to buy it...

You don't need to explain so much to us. Mark didn't relax his vigilance at all. He said, You are justifying your behavior, but it is also a manifestation of your guilty conscience...

Seeing the action of Mark drawing his gun, Arthur raised his hands and said helplessly, Well, if you don't believe me, let's go to the deputy curator together, shall we?

Mark picked up the pistol and loaded it, but he didn't point at Arthur, he just held the gun in his hand. He looked at Arthur and asked, Where are you from?

The neighborhood next door, I rented an apartment there. Arthur looked at Mark, and then said: Are you an American, is this your first visit to Austria? This museum is indeed worth seeing. It is a rare place that preserves ancient Egypt. Austrian museum of civilization collections...

Arthur and Mark were talking about it, and Schiller was standing in the light from the gate of the museum. He was behind the light, and no one could see his expression clearly. Arthur at the bottom of the steps glanced at Schiller from time to time, It seems to be wary of Mark's accomplices.

Mark, who found that things were not progressing, inadvertently revealed the box that he had put in the inner pocket of his clothes. The box that kept the beetle was the kind of outer packaging that is common for museum souvenirs. There was a diamond-shaped opening on the front cover. Allows people to see what's inside.

The moment he saw the beetle again, Arthur took two steps back. Just as he was about to raise his cane, Schiller finally came down from the steps. He touched Mark's arm and asked him to put the box back go, and say to Arthur:

Find a place and let's talk.

Mark's eyes widened slightly, and he turned to look at Schiller, but not because of what he said, but because of his voice.

Just now, Schiller's voice was completely different from the time he was in the interrogation room before. His voice was very dry and his swallowing was very serious. Mark didn't even know that human vocal cords can still make such a sound like a cassette tape. As wacky as a toddler just learning to talk.

Fortunately, Arthur understood what Schiller meant, and he looked around vigilantly. There were still many open windows in nearby buildings. It seemed that he was also afraid. He turned around and went back to open the car door. Schiller He got into the car and sat in the co-pilot.

Mark hesitated, squeezed the pistol in his hand, and then got into the car.

The atmosphere in the car was very silent, Arthur felt that Schiller's attitude seemed to be swayed, so he said: You two should both come from the United States, in fact, so do I, but I came earlier...

I didn't lie to you. The deputy curator here holds a collection that I'm more interested in. He showed this collection on the Internet before, which aroused my interest, so I came here to trade with him.

But I didn't expect that he actually violated the agreement with me and sold this collection to you first...

Arthur sighed, and then said: I am committed to studying the civilization and culture of ancient Egypt. The collection in your hands is very important to me. I hope I can buy it. How much did you pay for it? I can Properly raise some prices...

Your lies are not convincing. Mark commented: Contradictions and full of flaws. You said before that this is a collection that will be auctioned, but now you say that you have a private agreement with the deputy curator. You Said that you are a general practitioner, and now that you have left your post and lived here for a long time...

Is this friend of yours always like this? Arthur looked at Schiller, who was sitting in the co-pilot, while driving, and asked, Isn't he a mental patient? The one suffering from persecution paranoia?

As the car turned a few turns and gradually left the crowded street, the street was getting darker and the speed of the car was getting slower and slower. Mark had already raised his pistol and pressed it against Arthur's head.

At this time, Schiller opened the door and got out of the car, standing in front of the car, as if waiting for the two people in the car to get off.

When Mark saw this, he held the gun without moving his arm. After pushing the car door with the other hand, he continued to point the gun at Arthur's head. Arthur pushed the car door and walked out. He didn't panic at being pointed at by the gun, but He was holding his cane with one hand and the hood of the car with the other.

He turned his head, looked at the environment here, and faced Mark, with a strange light in his eyes, he said: I see, you are a sinner full of chaos, and your sins are almost unforgivable. In my soul, see that evil flame...

Faced with his words, Mark hesitated a little. He didn't know what was affecting his spirit, but the darkness in front of him began to flicker, and Kongsu's huge and terrifying figure loomed in the darkness, constantly flashing...

Suddenly, Arthur heard the sound of knocking on the hood. He turned his head and saw Schiller in a suit, holding an umbrella in his hand, and was gently tapping on the hood of the car.

The sound of metal being knocked was a little disturbing, Arthur turned his head, the light in his eyes lit up, and suddenly, his figure froze.

Mark didn't know what Arthur saw on Schiller with that mysterious vision, but the moment Arthur turned his head to look directly at Schiller, the light in his eyes flickered twice, and then went out.

Arthur took two steps back, his face turned pale, he pointed at Schiller with his cane and said, You, you...

He waved his cane, and the tip of the cane measured a strange light, but at this moment, with a bang, Schiller grabbed the umbrella with both hands, lifted it upwards, and knocked the cane out of Arthur's hand, and then , and then rushed forward, hitting Arthur in the chest, knocking him down to the ground.

Just as Arthur was about to struggle to stand up, a leather shoe stepped on his chest, and the umbrella spun around in Schiller's hand, turning the tip of the umbrella downwards. With a bang, a sharp knife appeared on the tip of the umbrella, With a sound, the umbrella knife pierced Arthur's throat.

As soon as Schiller raised his hand, the moment the blood splattered, the umbrella opened with a bang, and he didn't get a trace of blood.

When the blood splashed on Mark, he didn't even have time to hide, it all happened so fast, a series of precise, graceful, fatal blows.

Mark froze in place, suddenly, he saw that Schiller turned his head, and his eyes fell on him, and white light lit up in his eyes.

Mark suddenly remembered that he was a CIA agent, and just a few hours earlier, Schiller had said that he was a KGB.

Mark swallowed, took a step back, and said, No, no, we are now a cooperative relationship...

The last thing that appeared in his field of vision was the gradually enlarged handle of the umbrella.

After writing the 500th chapter of this book, the author finally started to write the protagonist, which is gratifying.

Moonlight Schiller is purely insane, with blood on the knife...

You can guess what these personality traits are all about