It's not too late now, but today is the holiday of this exhibition hall. There are no lights on inside, and the curtains are also pulled, and the light inside the building is very dim.

Under Shiraishi's gaze, a flashlight shook violently in the door opening and quickly approached the door.

Soon, Shiraishi saw a young security guard in uniform looking pale and rushed out. When he went downstairs, he stepped on the air and rolled down the two or three stairs.

The unlucky flashlight fell a few times and just rolled to the foot of the white stone.

Shiraishi looked at the black thread, fearing that there was no dead person at first, but in this way, a dead person fell out. If this was the case, he would be so close to the door, wouldn't he be suspected of being the murderer...

Thinking of this, Shiraishi didn't even look at the flashlight under his feet. He turned around and wanted to pass by, preparing to call an ambulance when he walked away.

In short, we must firmly eliminate the situation where we stayed at the crime scene, and even foolishly picked up the murder weapon or related items to check, and then were surrounded by a crowd that suddenly appeared and mistakenly thought it was the murderer.

Only then did he step out his legs, and the security guard on the ground suddenly bounced up like a zombie, rushed over and grabbed Bai Shi's trouser legs, his eyes were dull, and he shouted tremblingly:

"Haunted!!! The knight armor in our exhibition hall moved by itself!!!"

"You are still alive." Hearing his shout, he couldn't die for a while. Bai Shi breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt troublesome.

He secretly tried hard and pulled out his trouser legs, thinking that since it was okay, he would say goodbye first.

But at this moment, a tingling sound of water droplets in my ears.

Another task? Shiraishi stopped.

I just finished one, and I received another one. I was afraid that he would not make money quickly enough? Or is there too many cases in this world that I can accurately encounter even if I take two steps?

While the security guard was still confused and had no time to take care of the surroundings, Bai Shi quickly opened the taskbar and glanced at him.

Now, there are three tasks hanging inside.

【Save the resentful father x1 who lost his only son;

Save innocent naughty kids x1][Completed]

[Relieve the hidden dangers of "haunted houses"]

【Save the confused person who jumps back and forth between art and money x2】

"?"

After reading the last newly emerging task several times, Shiraishi felt that he should save himself first.

This is too strange to describe, who are you talking about?

After glanced at the absent-minded security guard again, feeling that he was neither art nor money, Shiraishi poked the last task and looked at the details.

【Save the confused person who jumps back and forth between art and money x2】

【Deadline: 49:59:59】

[Task Location: 5-12, Kagawa District, Mid-Era Art Exhibition Hall]

It is indeed the building in front of you.

Speaking of which, what was the security guard shouting just now? Did the knight's armor move by itself?

Art gallery, moving knight armor...

When the two keywords were put out at the same time, Shiraishi had a vague impression.

He looked at the building in front of him again, but did not go in.

This newly received task will be more than two days before it is finished. Compared to it, the "haunted house" with only one and a half days left is obviously more preferred.

Shiraishi decided to wait until the task of solving the haunted house was solved, and then check the relevant information of this art gallery, and make a long-term plan - in short, let's forget it today.

At this time, the little security guard finally got up from the ground.

His face was pale, but he looked at the museum with a sense of responsibility and stubbornness, as if he wanted to pull Bai Shi to take courage and go back to confirm the situation.

Shiraishi glanced at him and said before he spoke: "Why would you better call the police first?"

The security guard was a little hesitant.

Another voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them, and then Bai Shi said just now:

"Call the police? Is it useful to call the police? My sales contract with the art gallery owner, but I have specially hired a lawyer to see it, so it is absolutely legal!"

This person who suddenly got into trouble obviously only heard the word "call the police". He didn't know that he had made a mistake in the topic and said proudly:

"I bought it, that's my thing! I never explicitly said that I would continue to open the art museum. It was Luo He who was foolish in his mind!"

A few words were arrogant and greasy. Shiraishi turned his head and saw a middle-aged man erecting beer belly, holding his hands behind his back, slowly swaying beside them.

Although the behavior and words are a little cheap, the people's hair is neatly carved, and their clothes and shoes are spotless.

Shiraishi looked at the shiny watch on his wrist, then looked at a luxury car behind him, and the driver who hurriedly got off the car and trotted over to stand behind the man, and immediately realized that this seemed to be a rich man.

In this case, it has some connection with the "money" in the mission.

Contact the "Art Gallery" and "Moving Knight Armor"...

Shiraishi only felt a small light bulb in his mind illuminating.

——He remembered what case this was.

The boss next to him ignored the two little people. He quickly walked into the museum with his hands behind his back and swayed like a penguin.

"Really, boss!" The little security guard obviously knew the visitor and immediately ran over to block the other party. "We closed the store today, and the director also said that we would not receive guests."

Zhenzhong stopped and laughed in an unknown way. He looked at the dim building, but did not break through, and returned to the topic just now:

"Luhe is still in the office, hehe, don't worry, you have to deny it. I know that the old man wouldn't want to live with his exhibits every day."

A room on the second floor was on the lights, staring at the other side, and sneered twice to increase the volume:

"Take him a word-this pavilion, including those exhibits he regards as children, is now owned by me.

"If he was willing to give me that painting, I could leave a few pieces of rags he liked and let him open a mini pavilion in the restaurant. If he didn't give it, I would destroy them all as garbage and not leave any one for him, hahahahaha--"

Leaving this sentence, the boss of Shiraki walked back into the car with a laugh. His laughter was loud and rhythmic. Shiraki felt that even if this person went bankrupt, he would definitely not starve to death. He could apply for a voice actor...

The luxury car went all the way, and the little security guard looked ugly and spat at the other side.

I don’t know if the anger in my heart helped him to brave him, or if the boss said that he realized that there was a director in the exhibition hall, and he was not alone... In short, the young man nodded to Shiraishi, held the flashlight he had just picked up, and turned around and walked back to the "haunted" exhibition hall.
Chapter completed!