Soul Eater

After Xiao Siming spoke, the curator was stunned for a moment, and then he understood: "Oh, wait until it gets dark, they won't come out until it gets dark, right?"

After watching the surveillance, the curator has firmly believed that there are ghosts at work.

Xiao Siming nodded slowly: "Eleven o'clock in the evening is the time when the yin energy is at its peak, and they dare not make mistakes during the day."

Although he looked like a gentleman, the head chef still hesitated. He secretly said to the curator: "These days, Officer Li leads people to guard outside the museum. Let's let the masters enter the museum at night. Tell Police Officer Li?"

The curator shook his head: "Don't worry, I will tell him."

"But……"

In fact, the head chef didn't say a word: Police Officer Li seems to be quite a materialistic person, always upright, will people agree with them doing this?

"If it's inconvenient after dark, you can take us to have a look now." Xiao Siming heard the conversation between the two, and said very understandingly, "We can understand the situation in advance and make preparations. "

The curator was really moved by his thoughtfulness, and immediately said: "Yes, I will go there with you."

Wei Xuan glanced at the curator silently, and said to himself, it's okay, based on what I know about the boss, he just wants to check if the food is there first.

He took another look at Ruan Yang, who showed adoration, and sighed again in his heart, alas, you are the only one who can be fooled by Xiao Siming's sanctimonious appearance.

The newly opened exhibition hall A is next to the front hall of the museum. According to the curator, the exhibition hall A is a temporary exhibition hall, and the theme of the exhibition is changed once a month.

It is the imperial tombs that have just been studied that are on display this month.

As soon as they entered, they saw a golden dragon robe, and the guide was explaining to a group of tourists who came to visit.

"...Gaozong was in a daze in his later years. Two generals under him launched a mutiny. When the troops attacked the palace, Gaozong was still enjoying himself in the harem with his concubine, and ignored the affairs of the court."

Ruan Yang followed the commentator after listening to Gaozong's life, and muttered in a low voice, "It's so stupid."

He had just finished speaking when someone suddenly patted the back of his head.

The force was quite strong, making him stagger at his feet, and his body leaned straight forward. Thanks to Xiao Siming protecting him in time, otherwise his forehead would definitely hit the glass in front of him.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous," the curator patted himself on the chest, and glanced at Ruan Yang with a little blame, "Little master, what you put in front of you are all real antiques, especially this obscene piece in the A3 showcase." Clothes are Gaozong's personal clothing, and they are genuine cultural relics."

The curator is a history buff, and while talking, he looked at the inside of the glass showcase—the emperor's underwear—with loving eyes.

Ruan Yang: "...??"

He turned his head to look at Xiao Siming, blinked his eyes blankly, and took a moment to organize his words: "Just now, it seems that someone hit me from behind just now."

But when I looked back, I saw nothing.

Could it be that he tripped over his right foot with his left foot?

The person was standing next to him, Xiao Siming certainly felt it.

As we all know, ghosts are a kind of cold spiritual body, so many people feel that their hands and feet are cold and sweaty when they are "ghosted".

What's strange is that the aura passed by them just now, not only does not make people feel cold, it can even be said to be a little warm.

"Mr. Xiao?" Seeing that he was lost in thought, Ruan Yang whispered tentatively.

"It's okay." Xiao Siming gently rubbed the back of his head twice with his warm and dry palm.

Ruan Yang was a little embarrassed by his rubbing, but at the same time felt very comfortable. When he almost forgot what happened just now, Xiao Siming said slowly: "We will call back at night."

The tone is very calm and courageous.

Only the black shadow hidden in the dark could hear the hidden killing intent, looked in their direction, and trembled inexplicably.

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As night fell, Team Li took the three floors inside and three floors outside to guard the museum.

He squinted and saw the three enthusiastic citizens on the river bank not far away who used to walk with him on the socialist Kangzhuang Avenue. Dig out the spell.

Li Dui couldn't help but sneered in his heart: Stupid!feudal!

He couldn't help but said to the curator at the side: "With just a few pieces of yellow paper from them, can they still guard against thieves? If they can guard against them, then hell!"

The curator seemed to be about to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the clear and audible sound of glass breaking from behind him!

"Here we come," Li Dui immediately restrained his disdain just now, concentrated on looking at the dark gate, and waved his hand, "Action!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure passed by him, so fast that people couldn't react in time.

Li Dui was stunned for a few tenths of a second before realizing that the one who just passed by seemed to be the magic stick who had always been very indifferent.

But is that speed just now, the speed that ordinary human beings can achieve?

Like the rocket, this person can go to the Olympics to participate in the [-]-meter race!Bolt can't beat him! !

Although he fell into deep suspicion, he still didn't forget to rush into the hall with his men at the first time.

Xiao Siming rushed forward, and Wei Xuan was mainly responsible for watching Ruan Yang.

A weak mortal, don't be trampled in the chaos.

There were a lot of people, and they fell behind the crowd. Ruan Yang was so anxious that the little curly hair exploded: "It's so dark inside, will Mr. Xiao be accidentally injured?"

Wei Xuan followed him along his hair: "No, human weapons can't hurt him."

Ruan Yang didn't understand the amount of information in these words, he was still worried about Xiao Siming inside: "Will the ghosts here be very powerful?"

Wei Xuan was strangely silent for a moment when he heard the words.

"No." His eyes seemed to pass through the crowd in front of him, and his voice was a little guilty, "When we go in, he may have already eaten it..."

About Xiao Siming eating ghosts, the underworld wants to take care of it but can't, because no one can stop him.

Pity him as an errand runner. Every time he goes to submit a report, he has to receive an ideological education.

In fact, educating him is useless!It's not like he eats ghosts, so if he has the ability to teach Xiao Siming to go!

waste!

He cursed angrily in his heart.

At this moment, Master Heiwuchang, who was far away in the underworld, punching with his little friend, sneezed loudly.

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Li Dui, who rushed to the front, had a very serious expression at the moment.

Tonight, the thief behaved much more arrogantly than usual.

As expected, the glass of showcase A3 at the entrance was shattered, and the emperor's undergarment, which was valued by the curator, disappeared out of thin air.

Got it?

He clenched the gun in his hand, and looked around in the dark night. The police officer behind him, Xiao Chen, also swallowed nervously, holding his breath, for fear of missing any clues.

It was very quiet all around, and Captain Li frowned.

The exhibition hall is only this big, what about the young man who rushed in just now?

His heart sank, could it be that he was taken hostage by a thief?

While thinking this way, Captain Li was unavoidably upset again.

Just say don't let the magic stick join in the fun!The curator Jing is fooling around. Do you know how harmful feudal superstitions are?

The sound of glass being smashed suddenly came from the corner, and everyone was shocked to focus on the same place.

However, this is just the beginning.In the next second, the glass in the entire exhibition hall exploded, and glass shards from all directions splattered towards them, making people caught off guard.

Li Dui's cheek was scratched by glass shards, and blood immediately seeped out, dripping on the ground. He pressed against the wall, trying to distinguish the sounds around him, trying to find out the location of the thieves.

Yes, to make such a big commotion in front of them, it is obvious that the thief is not alone, at least two or more commit the crime in partnership.

Before he could distinguish any movement, two cool hands suddenly climbed onto his neck, and tightened them tightly in an instant.

Captain Li: "!!" He immediately fired a shot in front of him, but the bullet didn't go through the body as he imagined.

He grabbed the arm that was pinching his throat with his backhand, but he didn't grab anything.

Xiao Chen behind him also groaned in pain, Dui Li's pupils dilated, how could this thief be so treacherous?

In the darkness, there seemed to be a long and ethereal sigh.

Then two voices piercing through the air came in front of him. Captain Li thought they were some kind of weapon when he saw the faint light shining on them. He flew into the crowd behind him.

When the lights came on suddenly, Captain Li opened his eyes and saw the scene above his head that overturned his three views - a black figure with a long tongue was directly nailed to the ceiling by a piece of talisman, and his body was still struggling desperately , the tongue sticking out of his mouth was as sharp as a sword, only five centimeters away from his head, and if the distance was any closer, it could be directly inserted into his celestial cap.

Team Li: "...Fuck! Fuck!!" Fuck what is this!A new weapon? ?

There was a scream from behind him, he turned his head dully, and saw a black shadow pinned to the ground by a spell on Xiao Chen's side, that one had a rather hideous face, its facial features were all distorted, and it was a little less timid Just looking at it can directly scare the guts.

Ruan Yang finally squeezed in from the crowd, and saw such an exciting scene as soon as he entered the hall.

The curator saw it too, couldn't stand the stimulation, closed his eyes on the spot, and passed away.

"Ghost, ghost!!!" Xiao Chen finally broke down and got up and rushed towards Team Li.

The ghost pinned by the spell was also very broken, and cried out in pain: "Let me go! I will never throw the plate again!! Your Majesty! Your Majesty, save me!"

Li Dui was a little dizzy, and his three views of materialism began to crumble: "..." My old swan, it can still talk.

Wait, Your Majesty?

"It's just two little ghosts," the cold-faced pretty stick from before appeared in front of the dragon robe display cabinet. At this time, his expression was very cold and aloof, and he was holding a ghost's neck in his hand, "Death!" After almost 1000 years, you have learned nothing but to bully people?"

That ghost was different from the other two, its whole body was not black, but instead, it exuded a layer of faint golden light, so bright that it didn't look like a ghost at all.

Its attitude is also different from those of these two companions who kept begging for mercy. After being caught, it was still very arrogant. It rushed at the people and shouted angrily: "Bold and unreasonable! What are you trying to do to me!"

Team Li: "..."

Diao, Diaomin? ?

The author has something to say:

Cold-faced and Pretty--Xiao Siming

I saw a friend [Lu Wan] tell the sad truth behind this: Boss Xiao looks glamorous, but in fact, even eating depends on luck