romeo and fourier

The next day I paid no classes, and went to the museum as usual to work part-time.

It was a coincidence that he was able to find this job. This "Scorching Sun Museum" had never been opened to the public before. After the investor passed away a year ago, the new curator Lu Yun decided to exhibit it to the public.

Lu Yun was the only friend Fu Li had made since his rebirth, and the process of the two getting to know each other was a matter of course.After Fu Li had digested the fact that he had come back to life, the first thing he did was to inquire about the situation of his adopted son Luo Jinzhi.He quickly learned how to use the computer, and then searched the names of himself and Luo Yuting on the Internet, but strangely, he couldn't find any clues, and even Luo Jinzhi's information was blank.I have been dead for 70 years, and I can’t find out what happened during the period just by relying on the Internet. After a long time, he gradually lost hope. Then one day, he was wandering on the street and saw the "Scorching Sun Museum" In the lower right corner of the five-character plaque, there is an inscription called "Luo Jinzhi".

He immediately went to knock on the gate of the museum, so he met Lu Yun, who was still an administrator of the museum at that time.

"I'm... an undergraduate student at the University of Mexico. I'm writing an archaeological thesis recently. I want to research some museum materials. Can you let me go in and have a look?"

The identity of a student is really useful. After seeing his student ID card, Lu Yun had no doubts, and enthusiastically introduced the history of this museum to him.

"I also heard from our old curator that the museum was set up by the founder, Mr. Luo, to commemorate the martyrs of the Anti-Japanese War, so it is only used for private collection and never exhibited outside."

If Fu Li hadn't experienced decades of turmoil, and the instinct to conceal his emotions had penetrated into his bones and blood, he might have almost cried at that moment.

"Mr. Luo you mentioned, but... Luo Jinzhi?"

Lu Yun looked at him in surprise: "How do you know that?"

Fu Li gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time before he said, "I saw the inscription on the plaque and guessed it casually."

"Haha, the students of Mo University are really smart." Lu Yun didn't care, and said with a smile: "Luo Jinzhi is indeed his name, but there is only such a plaque left, and I have other information about him. Didn't see anything else."

"Then... is he still alive?"

"I'm not sure about this. It stands to reason that he should have passed away long ago, right?"

Fu Li's heart ached so badly that he said after a while, "Then who is the current owner of the museum?"

Lu Yun immediately puffed out his chest proudly: "Don't look at our deserted place, but we are also a member of the Amouréternel Group. Of course, the boss at the top is Mr. Louis."

Amouréternel, French for "eternal love", is the most glorious Chinese business empire in Australia that even people like Fu Li who have just woken up have heard of. Under the supervision of the person in charge of each company, I don't know which small island I will spend my old age peacefully.

"I heard that the museum was bought by Mr. Louis. We don't know what happened to the founder, Mr. Luo. But the old curator told me that all the collections in this museum belong to Mr. Luo's two adoptive fathers. Those two were both generals of the Anti-Japanese War in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, although their names are not specifically recorded, but you see—these guns and artillery belonged to those two generals.”

When Fu Li saw clearly the exhibits in the glass window he was pointing at casually, his heart skipped a beat and he almost couldn't move.

It is a silver pistol, which is assembled with only 9 parts. The structure is very simple, but every place is full of thought. When disassembled, it is enough to amaze every pistol manufacturer.No one knows better than Fu Li how delicately those fitting seams are designed. This gun has been held in his hands for 40 years, and it is the only thing he holds tightly in his hand at the last moment before he dies. ——

"Hey, young master, I have a present for you!"

At that time, the man named Luo Yuting had just surrendered, his beard was unshaven, and his boots were covered with dirty mud all day long.The military uniform issued to him was always worn crookedly, and the buttons were never buttoned crookedly, and the top two were never buttoned. On the shoulders, one side is high and the other is low, and the fur is still blown away. The whole person looks like a bunch of stupid wild bears.

It's just such a shady mess, following behind him all day long, unable to shake it off no matter what, and holding a silver gun that is said to have been shot by himself, eagerly rushing to show his courtesy.

"I typed it myself! Absolutely works!"

The man's big rough hand slapped his delicate and neat military uniform. At that moment, he immediately frowned, turned around and left without even looking at the broken gun.

"Hey! Why are you running away again? Just say it if you dislike me, and you can scold me! Don't run away, young master, wait for me! This gun is really not bad..."

——I never imagined that the broken gun that I didn't even bother to look at back then had been with me for 40 years, and I was holding it tightly in my hand when I was dying, and I couldn't bear to let go for a second.

It was even more unexpected that what he thought he would never be able to touch again unexpectedly reappeared in front of his eyes through a layer of glass without warning.

[The four-barreled silver loaded pistol is for Commander Fu to carry with him. It was built by Commander Luo himself and presented to Commander Fu in 1906, and has been with him all his life ever since. 】

Fu Li looked at the explanatory text under the silver gun, and didn't even hear Lu Yun calling him six or seven times. It took him a long time to recover.

"Mr. Lu."

He didn't know how he was able to cover up all his emotions so quickly at that time, maybe he was too good at this kind of thing after living a life of forbearance and repression.

"Mr. Lu, if you don't mind, can I come here often in the future and talk to you about this history?"

Lu Yun smiled and said, "Of course. Although this museum is not open to the public, studious students like you are very welcome."

From then on, Fu Li would come to the museum to chat with Lu Yun in the name of collecting materials, and gradually he would help him with odd jobs, organize some documents, and clean up. When he finally knew that Louis was Luo Jinzhi, It's too late.

"Good morning."

Fu Li was cleaning the collections in the museum. When he saw Lu Yun walking towards him, he nodded and greeted him. As a result, Lu Yun pushed his black-rimmed glasses and said very seriously: "Fu Li, come with me Explain the situation."

Fu Li was stunned for a moment, then walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"A netizen complained to me about you." Lu Yun pushed his glasses again, with a troubled expression on his face, "They said you were a fraud and involved pornography. I hope you can explain to me what's going on."

Fu Li was silent for two seconds, and asked him back: "How did you complain? The phone?"

"That's right," Lu Yun said with a heartbroken expression, "It's a Mr. Yang who said he has collected the evidence. If I don't fire you, he will hand over the evidence to the police and arrest you."

"Oh, let me have a look on the phone."

Seeing that he was completely unmoved, Lu Yun became a little anxious: "Is it time to check the phone now? You should quickly recall, did you accidentally do something that you don't even know..."

"Is it the one with the tail number 5438?"

Lu Yun was startled, and subconsciously nodded.

Fu Li simply took out his mobile phone, opened the private message interface of Weibo, and passed it to Lu Yun: "I located this person's IP last night, checked his online browsing records, and cracked his mobile phone number to confirm his identity. His identity is Yang Wei, a pervert, ignore him."

Lu Yun's eyes were also irritated through the glasses, so he quickly took off his glasses to wash his eyeballs, then silently stared at the last flourishing selfie, and murmured: "I didn't see... Fu Li, you are so tough."

Fu Li was speechless: "I didn't take the picture, it was my roommate's."

Lu Yun sighed, "Your roommate...is very majestic."

Fu Li: "...it's okay."

Now that it was confirmed that it was a pervert, Lu Yun didn't bother to think about it anymore, and started to talk about business: "Then what..."

"Ok?"

Lu Yun rubbed his hands like a fly, and said with a sad face: "You know, our museum is the only one in Australia that exhibits the Chinese culture of the Republic of China. I always feel that it is a waste to be completely closed, so I only want to open it to the public after taking over. Letting the people of the world know more about Chinese culture... is always a good thing, right?"

Fu Li nodded: "Isn't there a lot of people this year? It's going well, right?"

"Yes, yes, it went well! The advertisement was launched, and the road show was also done. It's a pity that you even put on women's clothing, but..." Lu Yun silently took out a police search warrant, and his whole body was stunned. Tianji, "I went to the police station last night and said that our museum was involved in a 'serial madman case'..."

"Serial what?"

"The case of a madman! A chain of madness! A group of people going crazy in a row! It's really a group of madness!" Lu Yun suddenly became excited, and was about to cry, "It's also strange, we have only opened the museum for less than a year, why? It just so happens that those lunatics have all been to our museum..."

After listening for a long time, Fu Li finally understood.

In fact, this is not the first time he has heard of this incident. He heard it discussed by his classmates half a year ago, saying that for some reason in Melbourne recently, strange incidents of normal people going crazy have happened one after another without any warning. I don't know, my relatives don't recognize me, and I'm still muttering, and I can't wake up no matter how I scream.At first, the officials thought it was just an isolated case, and only hospitals and mental hospitals were involved. However, over the past year, more and more people with similar illnesses have appeared, and the public began to suspect whether it was some kind of vicious virus or an orderly psychological terrorist attack. The police said this It was just dispatched, but so far there has been no progress, which made both the police and the hospital extremely dizzy.

"So you're saying...the only thing all crazy people have in common is that they've all been to our museum?"

"Yeah! I really can't argue!" Lu Yun was almost depressed. "Yesterday, I was issued a subpoena suddenly, and I was interrogated all night, but nothing was found out, so I let it back. But this matter is troublesome." It's quite serious, I suspect they will come a few more times, maybe they will send you over..."

As soon as I finished saying this, I heard "DV~DV~" outside the door, and then a group of people suddenly filed in, each with big arms and round waists, walking like the wind.Fu Li reacted completely instinctively. He pushed Lu Yun back violently with his left hand, quickly touched his waist with his right hand, pulled out something and pointed it straight at the target.

All the people who came came back suddenly, and were about to roar out, but suddenly... they all choked back.

There are seven or eight pairs of eyes, and there are only four big characters left in them: Are you an idiot?

What Fu Li held tightly in his hand was the collection he was cleaning earlier. The thing was originally displayed in a glass case, but now it was in his hands. It was majestic and menacing, as if it had come to life. .

In front of the empty glass window, a line of text conscientiously explained: [The front round head is taken from the rare divine jade under the cold ice of Antarctica, and the rear pillar is taken from the giant wood of the South Sea sacred tree. It was given to Fu Shuai in 1911, but it was never put into practice, and it was almost cut off, which is really a pity in life]

The author has something to say: Fu Li is reborn, Luo Ou is reincarnated without memory, only the instinct of a grandpa who loves grandpa remains =w=+