Museum of the Dead

As soon as Fei Yan stuffed the half piece of chocolate into his mouth, he heard a voice in his ear: "I'm hungry too."

He looked sideways, Yin Luan had just finished taking a shower, changed into light-colored clothes, and her long hair was still dripping with water.

I wanted to tell him that the two of them had no food and that they could go shopping and buy some food when they went downstairs later, but Fei Yan still had something in his mouth and couldn't speak.

He was about to swallow all the half-filled chocolate into his mouth, when he felt that the chocolate was taken away!

Fei Yan: "!"

The speed of the curator's movements is beyond the reach of mortals like him.

Apart from embarrassment, Fei Yan was more shy. As soon as he was hot, his eyes wandered, and he raised his nose and said, "I... I'll go down and buy some food first!" After speaking, he got off the bed and changed his shoes.

Yin Luan made a gesture to follow, Fei Yan waved his hand and said, "You've already finished your shower, once you go out, the shower will be for nothing." After speaking, he looked at his long hair that was still dripping, "While taking advantage Take this time to dry your hair...it's so long..."

Fei Yan suddenly changed the conversation: "Have you ever cut your hair?"

Yin Luan shook his head.

Fei Yan's heart skipped a beat: "Do you want to cut your hair?"

Yin Lu'an's eyes were rarely blank. For a moment, he glanced sideways at his black hair, and said with some hesitation, "Isn't long hair... not good-looking?"

Men in modern society rarely have long hair—except for actors and some artists who need to grow their hair to match movie characters. The reason is that it will look nondescript, unclean and refreshing, not masculine, and even be called a mother.

But this long hair matched with the curator's face, it's just... not too suitable, adding some classical flavor to the indifference.

Fei Yan instantly became Yin Luan's fan, shaking his head hastily: "It's beautiful, everything is good except trouble."

Then he found a hair dryer from the bedside table and asked, "Will it work?"

Yin Luan shook his head.

Fei Yan felt a little desire to control. After all, he had been playing the role of a protected person all this way. This time he finally stood up and came in handy—although he was just teaching someone how to use a hair dryer.

But he taught it very carefully, and his attitude was extremely pious, as if it was a complicated and cumbersome thing.

"This is hot air and cold air. Generally, hot air is used, because when the scalp is cold, it is easy to catch a cold." Fei Yan explained patiently, "This switch is used to adjust the size of the air. You can choose whichever speed you think is suitable."

"Understood?" Fei Yan asked.

The curator nodded his head incomparably well-behaved.

Fei Yan handed him the hair dryer in his hand, "You can blow it on and I'll see."

Yin Lu'an took the hair dryer, frowned, carefully pressed the two buttons, and then directly attached the air outlet to the hair!

Fei Yan was so frightened that he quickly snatched it away: "Boss! You will burn your hair if you blow it like this!"

Yin Luan turned her head with an innocent expression.

Fei Yan sighed: "Forget it, let me help you."

So, Fei Yan, who was planning to go out, put on his slippers again, and in a daze helped the curator blow-dry his hair for 10 minutes.

"Where do you think Jiang Shanshan's undead will appear?" Fei Yan asked while gently brushing Yin Luan's hair.

In fact, this time his mood was a little different from the previous two times, with a little more urgency and anxiety.After all, it was for his own life to catch the undead for the first two missions, but this time, he also promised the dean to take back Jiang Shanshan's undead.

If Jiang Shanshan's undead is the target this time, will it be kept in the museum forever?

Of course, these are all later stories, and they are based on the fact that Jiang Shanshan has already been killed—although the possibility of this young girl surviving is almost zero.

After drying his hair for seven or eight minutes, Fei Yan turned off the hair dryer, and just after putting it away, he heard Yin Luan's voice behind him: "I have a hunch, it's in this hotel."

"Oh?" Fei Yan turned around, eyes full of surprise.

When Yin Luan was taking a bath just now, he took advantage of this to search through Jiang Shanshan’s Weibo, but it’s a pity——except for the stone statue that he discovered earlier, he could deduce where she had been. They are all ordinary landscape photos without landmarks.

Maybe... He didn't look carefully and overlooked something?

Fei Yan just took out his phone and wanted to check it carefully again, in case he missed some details, when he heard Yin Luan's phone vibrate.

The caller ID is "Tianling".

There was no outsider in the room, Yin Luan turned on the speakerphone, and Tianling's voice resounded throughout the room, accompanied by the background sound of noisy traffic.

"Hey, Boss? Where's Xiao Feiyan? Is he by your side?"

When Fei Yan heard it, he answered immediately: "Here."

Tianling's usual laughter rang out from the other end of the phone, and Fei Yan could guess the expression on his face at this moment—it must be cheap.

"Oh, where are you?"

"Rest." Yin Lu'an probably couldn't stand his endless greetings, so he said concisely, "Let's talk about business."

"Tsk tsk... I forgot my comrades when I had a wife..." Tianling complained over there.

Hearing this, Fei Yan glanced at Yin Luan's side and then dared not look any further, for fear that he would be unrestrained, so he hurriedly stopped him and said, "How is Jiang Shanshan's investigation going?"

Tian Ling didn't tease the two of them anymore, and her tone became serious: "I went to Jiang Shanshan's room with Amber, and found——her bookshelf is full of books about Tibet."

It’s not surprising to have this discovery. Young people nowadays like to do cycling tours in Tibet and so on. Jiang Shanshan probably collected this information because of her preference for Tibetan culture.

"Any other discoveries?" This clue didn't seem to be of much use to them.

"Hmm..." Tianling paused for a while, "I'm coming out now, and I'm going to another place."

"what?"

"Jiang Shanshan's father."

Fei Yan: "You guys are going to investigate in two ways?"

"Almost." Tian Ling paused for a while, "Not quite."

"This afternoon, I will take away his undead."

Fei Yan was stunned, he thought of the gentle man wearing metal-rimmed glasses at the funeral, "Is... is something going to happen to him?"

"cancer."

"Then you...you..." Fei Yan didn't know what to say.

The dean has just passed away, and her daughter Jiang Shanshan has lost contact. The result of her disappearance is self-evident. At this time, the last member of the original family of three also got cancer and died soon.

Such news obviously cast a layer of sadness and heaviness on Fei Yan's mood. He sympathized with them, and at the same time secretly vowed in his heart that he would let him know about Jiang Shanshan's news before the poor father died.

It can be regarded as death in peace.

Both sides of the phone were silent, and after a while, Yin Luan said, "Investigate carefully, and contact me in time if you have anything to do."

The reason why it is timely is because the half afternoon when Tianling is outside is equivalent to two or three days here.

"En." Tianling could tell the situation clearly, and he didn't care about it anymore, and hung up the phone after answering concisely.

Fei Yan was a little depressed, and he sank his whole body into the quilt. The hotel quilt smelled musty to some extent, but this soft touch still healed his mood to a certain extent.

"Don't worry." Yin Lu'an found his head from the quilt, and gently ruffled his smooth black hair, "That man in the afternoon may know something."

Fei Yan straightened up, and the neckline of the T-shirt on his body was wide open due to the action just now, revealing half of his fair shoulders and a well-shaped collarbone.

Yin Luan turned his head calmly.

But the bare-shouldered owner obviously didn't notice this, because he was so focused on how to find Jiang Shanshan.

"You mean... Liming?" Fei Yan asked suspiciously.

Yin Luan nodded in disbelief, and then said: "You can check Jiang Shanshan's Weibo again."

After Fei Yan listened, he turned on the phone hastily. He put the phone between the two of them, and put their heads together.

Fei Yan was right, Jiang Shanshan did only post some landscape photos without landmarks, or some selfies with beautification and filters added.

He was a little faster this time because he had seen it once before.

"Wait a minute." Yin Lu'an said suddenly.

Fei Yan stopped browsing the webpage, looked sideways at Yin Luan: "What's wrong?"

The man who had tied all his long hair back was staring at the screen of the phone, the white light reflected into his pupils, which looked much softer than usual.

"The previous one."

Fei Yan moved the page up and observed it too.

This is still a Jiugongge landscape photo without much content.Fei Yan fixed his eyes, the first three were blue sky, the middle three were trees, and the last three were lights.

From a professional point of view, these nine photos are of a good level both in terms of composition and post-production, indicating that Jiang Shanshan may have learned photography for this.

But... these clues are meaningless to find Jiang Shanshan!Fei Yan was puzzled, and stared at the phone for a long time but didn't see anything.

Yin Lu'an clicked on the ninth picture with her knuckles, and reminded the young people around her: "Look carefully, have you seen it somewhere?"

Probably the curator's persuasion played a role, Fei Yan stared at it for three seconds and finally realized, "This is - the bar downstairs!"

The young man's cheeks were flushed because of his excitement, and he was so excited that he almost broke his voice.

The corner of Yin Lu'an's mouth curled up, and he comforted: "Don't worry, we can always find clues."

Fei Yan nodded as if he was pounding garlic, "From the photos, Jiang Shanshan came here only after dark. There is only this hotel on this street. Go down and ask the proprietress. clue."

Yin Luan nodded and looked at him approvingly.

Fei Yan was a little embarrassed to be stared at like this, he scratched his hair for a while, and said in shame: "Am I very useless?"

It's been half a month since he and the trio got to know each other, and he still hasn't been able to change the fact that he's an oil bottle—not only hasn't he been able to change, but he owes them several lives.

Yin Luan saw that the person in front of him was a little downcast, and stretched out his hands to hold the other person's shoulders. Fei Yan was tightly bound by these hands, and had to look at him.

The curator's eyes were covered with water mist, and his hair was fluffy because he had just washed it, which made him a little more "earthly".

"You are not useless at all." Yin Luan's voice was much softer than usual, "You are very useful."

Fei Yan tried his best to think back, and asked, "For example?"

Yin Luan stared at those amber eyes for a long time, finally smiled, and answered irrelevant questions: "I would rather quarrel with you, get angry, bicker, than talk to others. Are you useful?"

Fei Yan was stunned - he felt it, the bracelet started to heat up, and it was directly branded into his bones through layers of flesh and blood.

This sentence--

Fei Yan finally understood what the curator had always wanted.

At the same time, his bursting heart also gave him a deep understanding—that was not the curator's unilateral lovesickness.

He decided that if he goes back smoothly this time, he must explain his feelings to the curator.

Fei Yan was not the only one who made the decision, the head curator also thought to himself, this time when he went back, he wanted to confess to Yan Yan—he finally understood that the way to pursue someone when he likes him is not by rough imitation, nor by being a friend Suggestions, but rely on a sincere heart.

The sincerity that never beat normally after meeting him.

The author has something to say: Yanyan finally got the hang of it...but your old mother is so anxious to death~~

Amber still had no role in the day, but their sacrifice was worth it in exchange for the two people's understanding.

But believe me, comic books are not bought in vain...it will come in handy later~~~