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Jingming walked quickly through the special glass booths, saying hello to several elderly guards on duty along the way. There were many people in the police system who knew him, and they were often his elders.

pity.

Jingming searched all the way to the second floor but found nothing.

It was during the week, so there weren't many people in the museum, so logically speaking, there was no way for the other party to escape.

Even if you use skills, the museum has its own special anti-theft mechanism.

Reluctantly, he also asked several guards for information.

The reason used is naturally a quarrel between friends and so on.

Talking about boyfriend and girlfriend is too troublesome and seems deliberate. As for the casual inquiry, Jing Ming didn't think his skills could defeat these professionals.

However, it seems that no useful information was obtained.

An elderly guard at the door on the first floor did see a blond woman, and enthusiastically advised him to apologize quickly and said with certainty:

"Jing Ming, if you let go, you will definitely regret it in the future. Cheating, cheating, lying, if you try hard enough, we will help you create opportunities. Senior back then..."

As for the remaining guards, they didn't notice.

The last thing is to call the monitoring. However, this is too exaggerated.

Jing Ming shrugged. It seemed that his tracking skills were indeed not good enough.

This is still in the city. If you meet a Pokémon you like in the wild, at this level, let alone conquering it, 80% of the time you won't even be able to meet it face to face.

Wild Pokémon are not stupid, and they can't run away even if they can't defeat them.

Is it really like having a good education to fight you fairly, and then be subdued obediently?

After he gave up tracking, he looked around and found several new booths.

"Yeah, the murals carved by Pipi, a few meteorites, and an ancient rock arrow."

Out of curiosity, Jing Ming approached the ancient rock arrow display stand.

There is a brown wooden platform placed inside the square glass, and on the wooden platform is a piece of red cloth spread very neatly.

There is a nameplate pressed in front of the red cloth, with a line of words written on it in the common language of the alliance:

Large hunting arrow stone sculpture

It cannot be detected by "radiocarbon dating" and the age is unknown.

The arrow tail feathers have been determined to be similar to the flaming wing feathers of the Arrow Eagle.

The last item on display is a dark gray arrow about one meter long.

The diamond-shaped arrowhead has a feather-shaped arrow body, and the entire body seems to be made of rock.

The key point is that the texture is extremely clear and the surface is as smooth as new. It is simply unimaginable that ancient people actually mastered such vivid carving techniques.

However, most fossils discovered so far cannot be tested using radiocarbon dating.

Plus the Alliance has no intention of teaching ancient history.

Therefore, the so-called ancient culture is quite mysterious to ordinary people, and even has a certain mythological color.

Documents related to ancient history can only be understood by a few people.

Jing Ming looked at it and suddenly felt dizzy.

His eyes narrowed subconsciously, his left hand supported the guardrail, and his body swayed.

at this time

His eyes blurred, and scenes of extremely terrifying and strange scenes gradually emerged in his mind.

The burning village, the endless forest that is gradually petrified, and the black and red blood wings spreading wantonly in the sky.

As far as the eye can see, the sea of ​​clouds, forest and sky are all covered by a flash of red and deep black.

Under the red and deep black, there is a dead dark gray world, everything is turned into ashes and disappears.

In the end, even the burning flames were petrified and shattered, and were sucked into the deep black.

Countless figures fled madly towards the red light, but more of them were swallowed up by the red and deep black, and were as helpless as grass.

This is like a strong wind sweeping through, natural disasters falling suddenly, the sky changing color, the earth stopping shaking, everything else can only passively welcome the arrival of the final scene.

swish swish

Countless arrows shot towards the red and dark place at high speed.

But the next moment, with a strange flash of red light, the sea of ​​arrows suddenly froze as if the freeze button was pressed.

The cold wind at the end was like a deep breath, and the arrows were slowly turned to stone, and slowly fell into the silent world.

Gradually, there was only a voice that turned from high to low, from confidence to despair, and finally disappeared into emptiness:

"That is"

"The God of Destruction."

"That is"

The last part of the sound was erased, and endless red light burst out from the deep and dark place, dyeing the whole world into dark gray, dead, cold, and indifferent.

In Jing Ming's eyes, there was only a red light curtain extending from the dark gray world, and the light curtain approached slowly.

It finally enveloped him, his numb toes lost all feeling, his trembling legs became stiff and frozen, and finally his whole body lost and froze bit by bit. The arrow in his hand slipped out at some point, and turned to dark gray before it hit the ground.

The man holding the bow turns to stone and flies to ashes,

The rock arrows fell to the lifeless ground,

There is only dark gray in the silent world.

"Long"

"Jiuwo"

"Jingming."

Jing Ming suddenly heard someone calling him.

The voice seemed kind and soft.

As if he was electrocuted, he released his left hand that was holding on to the guardrail and moved away from the booth.

You didn't need to look at him to know that a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.

Jingming took a deep breath and realized that he was being supported by a woman.

She was a woman, perhaps just a little taller than him, and she was carrying a small suitcase covered with cute stickers.

Jing Ming glanced back, but he had no impression. Could it be that he was an acquaintance from the past.

He thought about it, managed to gather his energy, and said cautiously, "I'm sorry, may I ask who you are?"

"Ah, that's what the guards called you just now." The woman smiled and released her right hand that was holding Jing Ming, "Are you okay?"

"Thank you." Jing Ming just finished thanking him. The woman waved her hand, smiled, slowly pulled her suitcase and looked at other booths.

Jing Ming glanced at the other person's back. He had the same black hair as Shajiuye, a black dress, and the outermost layer was a black cloak with white edges like Zoroa.

Although he only had a glimpse, his figure seemed to be better developed than Shajiuye's.

Jing Ming frowned, thought about it again, and found that he really had no impression.

Even if you hear it by chance, would ordinary people call other people's names so familiarly?

He turned around and took another look at the dark gray arrows quietly placed in the booth, then turned and left.

At this time, an inexplicable memory appeared in his mind.

Among them, there are even memories of dragon Pokémon.