Alien Hotel

The applause rang out loudly, as if the void was filled with invisible audiences, congratulating and approving the wonderful scene on the stage. This made Little Red Riding Hood stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "This is okay?!"

In the end, Yu Sheng was even more confused than she was: "I don't know. I just proposed a plan and haven't had time to do anything..."

But no matter what, the applause started. With Little Red Riding Hood and Yu Sheng looking confused, the entire museum seemed to be shaken by the applause, and then began to change - the room disintegrated in the roar, and the complete roof and walls In the blink of an eye, it turned into a set and simple props, and then quickly sank into the depths of darkness and nothingness.

The color of the ground faded away, revealing the dusty stage again. Darkness first gathered from all directions,

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the banging sound of the relay, lights fell from the sky, illuminating the entire stage and the surrounding audience area.

The theater became brighter, and the empty audience continued to applaud. After another ten seconds, the applause gradually subsided.

Yu Sheng quickly looked around to make sure everyone was there, and then he met Little Red Riding Hood's strange gaze.

"Then what------I just came up with a bold idea, thinking that if the movement is louder, it will fit in."

"End" condition, but it was not implemented in the end————·

"No, I just think you may have indeed found a way to leave the venue that complies with the rules of 'Night at the Museum', although this method is a bit...extreme," Little Red Riding Hood shook her head with a thoughtful expression, "Night at the Museum. The rules of entry and exit are intertwined with the entrance and exit of the "theater". The essence is actually to create a 'deviation value'. The more things happen that deviate from the 'stage', the easier it is to trigger the ending. I think - "exploding a large number of fox tails in the museum" is also a serious super script. It’s an incident, and it’s the kind of thing that even an ‘actor’ mentioning on stage would be considered too much.”

Yu Sheng was stunned for a moment: "Is that so?"

"Who knows exactly? There are always many things that are difficult to understand in foreign lands," Little Red Riding Hood curled her lips, "Anyway, if this is the reason, it can only be said that this idea cannot be imitated by others. After all, not everyone is like you. It’s like having such an abstract nine-tailed fox with you.”

Yu Sheng reached out and touched the fluff behind the ears of the beaver. The latter narrowed his eyes happily, then muttered "I'm hungry", then took out a large cake from his tail and started to eat it.

"You spent a lot today," Yu Sheng said, and suddenly remembered something, "Ah wait, we suddenly came out, did you lose the tail you left in the white exhibition hall to control those "security guards"? Take it out?"

"Bring it out," Hu Li nodded. "The moment the illusion disappeared, the tail turned into demon power and came back."

"You're doing pretty well." Yu Sheng sighed sincerely.

"Let's leave this place first," Little Red Riding Hood breathed out softly, looking at the theater area that was still illuminated by lights from unknown sources. "We returned the same way we came. When we returned to the ticket office, "Night at the Museum' The impact has officially subsided. "

"Okay." Yu Sheng nodded and glanced at the "The Weeper" sculpture he was still holding in his hand. According to the museum's rules, collections held in his hands at the "end" or "end of the night show" can be safely Taken out of the foreign land, this thing has now become the first exploration trophy for him as a "novice spiritual world detective".

It is very light, at least much lighter than expected, and the material does not look like stone or other natural materials.

If I have to say it - it feels suspiciously like skin, like a piece of pale skin stretched tightly on the surface of a hard object, even with a little bit of warmth.

Under the light from above, this female sculpture covering her face and crying exudes a weird atmosphere. Yu Sheng doesn't know how much "artistic content" this thing has, and he doesn't know what the client wants this thing to do. Anyway, If it were him, he would never have such a thing at home.

The group left the stage, passed through the empty audience seats, and walked through the passage they passed before entering - there were always lights from unknown sources illuminating the way until they returned to the entrance hall of the old theater. Little Red Riding Hood returned to I knocked on the glass in front of the dark ticket window, and all the lights in the theater suddenly went out.

Yu Sheng noticed that the wolf brought by Little Red Riding Hood had been patrolling and sniffing along the way. At this time, there were several wolves milling around near the ticket window and another passage leading to the depths of the theater. He couldn't help but wonder. I asked, "What are they doing?"

"See if there are any scents left by other people," Little Red Riding Hood whispered. "There is no warning at the node here, but people do come to the museum. They can't go in out of thin air--unless someone else comes too." I can 'open the door' to enter and exit foreign lands anytime and anywhere just like you."

Yu Sheng immediately waved his hand: "That shouldn't happen. If I open the door, the alarm will be triggered - and it is said that there is a lot of noise. But didn't you say you should try not to have anything to do with the Angel Cultists?"

""-.——-Well, that's true. "Little Red Riding Hood hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly, and the wolves patrolling around quietly gathered over and hid in the shadows around her again.

The group of people left the old theater through the main entrance and returned to the night of the city.

It was already midnight, and except for the occasional sound of cars passing by on the main road in the distance, the surroundings seemed particularly quiet.

Little Red Riding Hood took over the "Weeper" sculpture from Yu Sheng, and then found the large backpack she had hidden in advance from the landscape trees near the front door of the museum, and put the sculpture into the backpack.

"I'm going to take the things to the client of the Strange Objects Association, and I'm going to find an acquaintance I know to investigate if there is any problem behind this commission. The reward can be transferred to you as soon as tomorrow - the border communication has a transfer function, you Just tie your bank card back and withdraw the balance," she said to the student, and spread new knowledge to him, "Spirit world detectives and investigators generally only recognize border communication transaction channels, because offline Transactions are not protected by the border area council and are carried out at your own risk.”

"Well," Yu Sheng seemed a little absent-minded, obviously thinking about other things, "So what, about the situation in the white exhibition hall..."

"I'll report it. Someone from the Secret Service should be looking for you soon to find out the details," Little Red Riding Hood said casually, "You must have registered with them. This matter will be taken seriously, and they may also Therefore, I will invite you to do further investigation, or ----- tell you something about the Dark Angel, but you should remember what I said and try not to have too much contact with that thing. There are many experienced investigators and Detectives in the spiritual world all stumble into this kind of thing—"

At this point, she suddenly stopped and shook her head with a strange expression: "But I may be talking too much when I tell you this. You are not an 'ordinary person'."

"Thank you for your concern," Yu Sheng didn't care, but sincerely thanked him, and then said with emotion, "Although I've said it once before, I still can't help but say---you are really used to it. "Taking care of people."

Little Red Riding Hood looked a little unnatural: "Well, I didn't actually pay attention, but there are indeed many members in 'Fairy Tale' who are younger than me. Maybe they have really formed a habit?"

Yu Sheng smiled knowingly. From an angle that Little Red Riding Hood didn't notice, there was a hint of gentleness and admiration in his eyes.

Then, they said goodbye to each other at an intersection near the museum. Little Red Riding Hood and her wolves quickly disappeared into the shadows of the night. The phantoms were like a light breeze blowing through the night, disappearing from everyone in the blink of an eye. In sight.

"...--This is very convenient for her, especially when traveling at night," Yu Sheng looked at the direction in which Little Red Riding Hood disappeared and couldn't help but sigh, "It can also save taxi fares." "

He just said it casually, but the fox girl next to him suddenly lowered her head, her tone full of shame: "I'm sorry, my benefactor, I made too much noise on the way, and I can't take you home——"

Yu Sheng quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, no, I don't care."

"How are we going back?" Irene asked curiously, "How about taking a taxi? Will that Xu Jiali still come to pick her up? I don't want to take his car anymore——

"Open the door and go back." Yu Sheng said casually.

Erin was surprised: "Huh? When you were in the museum before, didn't you say you wouldn't open the door this late at night to alert the Secret Service?"

Yu Sheng took out his cell phone and said, "You are stupid. Now that we are out and there is signal on the cell phone - if I call him and let him know, I won't scare anyone."

As he spoke, he raised his finger and pointed at his shoulder - he had been bitten by the giant wolf that emerged from Little Red Riding Hood's shadow before. Now the wound was healed, but his clothes were still prickly with blood, which looked particularly special when illuminated by the street lamp. Scary.

"And I'm already like this. What if the person who calls for a taxi is really an ordinary online taxi driver and scares people out?"

As he spoke, he dialed the phone number Baili Qing left for him.

After a while, a voice came from the receiver, as if he hadn't woken up yet: "Who?"

"I, Yu Sheng," Yu Sheng said quickly, "Um, did it disturb your sleep?"

""..——Well, I just fell asleep, but it doesn't matter," Baili Qing's voice was as warm as ever,

I couldn’t feel any attitude, “What happened?”

Yu Sheng suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "I opened the door and thought about telling the Secret Service first, but I didn't think about who to call so I called you -"

There was silence on the other side of the receiver for two seconds.

Yu Sheng didn't know what the female director was thinking in these two seconds. Anyway, when the voice from the other side came again, he was still so calm: "Okay, I understand. I'll notify the monitoring team and ask them to skip the call temporarily. If the alarm signal comes down, you can open the door in about two minutes."

Yu Sheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Although the other person was calm, he always felt a little inexplicable pressure: "Oh, thank you - I won't disturb you. You can go back to sleep after your work. Good night."

""..-Okay, good night. "

Yu Sheng hung up the phone and let out a long sigh of relief in the night.

Erin, who was sitting on his shoulder, immediately poked his head.

She must have been cursing in those two seconds.

"Did you hear that?"

"Spiritual intuition."

—.Can your spiritual intuition still do this? "

"Yes!"