The strange-looking black building was getting closer and closer to everyone. Fan Ning looked up and saw that it was tall and narrow. It was less than the land area of ​​seven or eight ordinary houses, but it was more than ten stories high - this was not even in a big city.

They are common, and the buildings are uneven from top to bottom, the distance between each floor is short, and the long and narrow stacked windows reflect pale and cold light.

What's even stranger is the name on the sign at the door that makes Fan Ning feel familiar: Watzner Museum of Fine Arts.

Vasius waved his hand, asking Fan Ning to go in with him.

The two of them entered the narrow hall of the art museum first. Apart from a few abrupt and dazzling light bulbs, there was a broken guide desk with peeling paint on the tabletop. The other two walls were filled with doors and stairwells that made it difficult to see the surrounding environment.

It is completely different from the Turner Museum of Art.

"Welcome." The light bulb above the guidance desk illuminated the upper body in the darkness.

Mr. F, who is sitting behind the stage, is a young man wearing a high-collared white shirt and a pure black suit. He wears a plaid tie, no glasses, short black hair in the shape of a cloud, and wide and pouty lips on both sides.

Beard, this look was very popular among gentlemen in the 1990s.

It was obviously just an ordinary look at each other, which often occurs when strangers meet for the first time, but Fan Ning felt that something had penetrated his whole body. It didn't seem to be on the spiritual level, but it was difficult to explain what it was.

Fan Ning could only think of such an inappropriate metaphor - ordinary spirit detection is like the wind blowing in front of you, but this time, it is the "sense of wind" brought out by the relative movement of people when walking.

Gentle but inevitable.

His vigilance increased greatly, and an inexplicable intuition told him that this person seemed to be looking for something?

The exchange between everyone's eyes quickly ended. Mr. F was still sitting behind the stage, with his eyelids lowered, and continued:
Chapter completed!