Chapter 2

This is a six story building. The original name still remains on the building

——Dark objects Museum.

The dark wall is mottled and eroded by wind and rain, and the outer wall falls off seriously. But the main structure is still strong. A large iron door separates the building from the outside world.

Inside and outside the door, like two worlds.

The place where yenuo stood was covered with half a person's tall miscellaneous Artemisia. Through the dense grass, you can vaguely see a broken and dilapidated fountain.

This should be the front garden of this mysterious Museum.

Yenuo frowned, walked along the bluestone road among the weeds, and came to the front of the main building.

On the first floor of the six storey rotten building, there is only a half hollowed out corridor. The glass in the corridor has been broken into slag and scattered on the ground.

Inside the corridor is a row of closed doors.

Each door has a number.

But strangely, none of these doors have handles, let alone keyholes.

Yenuo casually came to a door and pushed it hard. The door was locked from behind. The corridor was full of broken cobwebs and the ground was covered with dust. When he looked back, there were only his lonely footprints on the dust.

He still wanted to go forward. Suddenly, an invisible force cut off his direction. That force was like a boundary, invisible and untouchable, but yenuo clearly seemed to hit the glass and could not go around anyway.

"Strange place." Yenuo scratched his head and turned to walk in another direction.

There was no one in the building, but he had a feeling of being peeped at. There were not just one or two, but countless eyes peeping at him.

He was seen to have a cold back. In this old building, the biting cold is still sneaking into his skin, muscles and bones. Want to freeze him completely.

Finally, yenuo walked into a room hung with the museum administrator's room. This is also the only door that the dark matter museum can open.

One step in, the cold suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"EH. There's something wrong with this place. " Yenuo looked at the interior decoration and frowned.

The management room was obviously occupied not long ago. No, not only that, the room is full of marks just cleaned. But this building, he can be sure, for a long time, I'm afraid I've been in and out alone.

The dust on the ground is proof.

So the question is, who cleaned the management room? How do cleaners get in and out without stepping on the dust on the ground?

Just then, a sharp noise of fingernails scraping the glass sounded.

Yenuo turned back in the direction of the sound and saw a mirror. The sound came from the mirror. There is a piece of A4 size white paper next to the mirror.

White paper is natural and easy to attract attention.

When yenuo's eyes fell on the white paper, he suddenly wrote a string of information with a stroke on the white paper:

'administrator No. 2174: yenuo.

Grade: first level administrator (alternate) during internship.

Comprehensive physical quality: 5

IQ: 190

Dark energy: 3

Museum permission point: 0

Possession of Relics: None

Note that you have a trial task, please complete it as soon as possible.

Yenuo was stunned. All the things written on this paper are dry goods.

I know my own situation. In fact, yenuo has been a child of others since childhood. He has a skill since he was a child, that is, never forget. It is said that this is a disease called amnesia. Therefore, the IQ of 190 is not so exaggerated.

Good memory has occupied a very high score in IQ evaluation.

As for the overall physical quality, er, his parents taught him to be an ordinary good man since childhood. He thought about what he wanted to be ordinary. It was just a word, lazy.

Therefore, the night promise of lazy implementation of life goals is about the same as the ordinary value of ordinary people. I'm afraid it's a little lower.

But hey, hey, what the hell is that dark energy? What the hell is Museum authority? What is the relic? He knew every word of these three lines of nouns, but when they were together, he didn't know what it meant.

According to yenuo's analysis, if the bloody words floating around the old maglev man and the girl playing marbles a few days ago were the ghosts of this strange Museum, it shows that the two monsters are some kind of dark matter monsters.

What is a dark matter monster?

Yenuo felt that he was blind.

I don't understand, big brother. Can someone explain it?

And the last line of white paper. Do you have a necessary task?

Yenuo reached out and put a little on the white paper. Suddenly all the handwriting on the white paper disappeared and turned into a pale paper again. Just listen to the sound of "wipe".

A few more lines appeared on the paper.

'- test task 0

Blood color management room

New manager, you are not recognized by the museum. Unless you prove yourself, you will become the past tense.

Objectives:

Within 24 hours, escape from the management room.

Success: become a first-class Administrator during the internship and get a novice reward.

Failure: death! "

The last dead word was bloody, and yenuo shuddered. No wonder on the property page just now, my level is the candidate of the first-class Administrator during the internship. That's the feeling.

He has not been recognized by the museum for the time being, so he is not an official administrator.

Well, it's a routine.

Can you refuse?

After all, if you fail, you will die.

Give me back my happy everyday, asshole.

Regardless of yenuo's wailing, suddenly, the words on A4 white paper were wiped out again, restoring the pale color. In the mirror beside the white paper, there was a blood countdown.

Five seconds

Three seconds

One second.

The trial begins.

After watching the countdown return to zero, some frightened yenuo found that the surrounding environment had not changed.

He was stunned, crossed his hands, moved his eyes away from the mirror, and carefully looked at the management of the indoor environment again.

To tell you the truth, this management room is quite large. About 60 square meters, but the furnishings are not complex. Perhaps managers of all ages should live in the management room.

Why does yenuo think there was an administrator before the museum? Is it unclear? My number is 2174. There were more than 2000 administrators before him.

As for now, I'm afraid all the administrators are dead.

This 60 square meter space is divided into several functional areas by furniture.

The bed is in the innermost, the bedside table is empty, and there is only an old desk lamp. On one side of the bed, there is a small double sofa. Opposite the sofa, there is an antique TV.

This kind of TV, even in the flea market, may not be easy to buy.

A little further past the living room area, there is a simple small kitchen. But the kitchen is rarely used. It is spotless. There is a microwave oven and a gas stove with a gas tank.

The management room has two large windows and a separate bathroom. There is even a medieval bathtub in the bathroom.

"The furnishings here are no different from small apartments." Yenuo adjusted the countdown of the mobile phone to three hours before walking straight to the door.

Taking a deep breath, he twisted the door handle.

To his surprise, the door handle moved.