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Chapter 200: The Remnants of Heaven(2/2)

They are not confusing me, I believe in my sixth sense - they are from the heart, and they are much better than most people in the Kuran government than the shadows in the sun that I have gradually found...

At this time, I suddenly remembered what the killer named Xuan Feiyue said to me a month ago - he once spent his childhood on a government's secret human body research satellite! Human body research is a taboo now! There are many more dark sides of the Kulan government. Perhaps, what I saw is not even the tip of the iceberg...

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After walking for a long time, we finally stopped in front of a room, which seemed to be the place to preserve the most precious items.

"It's here." The woman's eyes suddenly dimmed, she suddenly turned around and was about to leave, and said to me: "My grandpa, the leader you want to meet, is inside. I'm leaving, maybe I'll be farewell forever in the future..."

Did you leave? I didn't stop her, and watched her back gradually disappear into the depths of the darkness. For some reason, I suddenly had the urge to keep her, and I shouted, "Wait a minute!"

"What's the matter?" The woman's voice came from the end of the passage, as if she was very tired.

"What's your name?" I asked. This woman was very interested in me. Looking at her outfit and the words she spoke to outsiders, I would definitely think that she was a charming and lewd woman. But from the conversation she had with me, I knew that she did that seemed to be just a disguise...

"Me?" The woman's voice came from the end. After a long time, she continued: "The name is just a code name, and it is useless for me who has almost finished the time..."

After saying that, there was no more sound at the end of the passage...

"Si..." I wanted to ask again, but the door in front of me suddenly opened. An old and hoarse voice came from it, as slow as an old AI voice. But for some reason, this voice was very attractive, and the anxious heart seemed to have slowed down with his slow tone. "Customer, don't ask my granddaughter's name. If she doesn't tell you, she will never tell you..."

"Who are you?" I asked vigilantly.

"The person you are looking for." The old voice was still not slow. "Beautiful lady, come in and sit down. After walking for so long, you must be tired..."

Go in and sit? I hesitated and looked at the room inside where I couldn't see my fingers, and didn't dare to walk in...

"Don't worry, this is a special cultural relics vault, and there will be no ambush. Besides, I, an old man who can't even walk, will not pose a threat to you, a powerful soldier from a special military headquarters, right?" Cang's voice laughed. "Forget it, I'd better turn on the lights, after all, girls are usually afraid of the dark..."

After saying that, after a click, the space inside the door illuminated under several display lights...

"This is..." Seeing what was behind the display lamp, I couldn't help but be surprised: "Milos' Venus? Goddess of Victory? Mona Lisa's smile?"

These masterpieces are placed in the center of the hall, next to them are statues and other artworks surrounding them like stars and moons. I can't name these artworks, but what I can be sure of is that these are priceless treasures. Now in front of me, they are showing their full picture and pride...

"Yes, they are all genuine products." The voice was still old, but they were very proud: "The exhibits outside were all fakes, and this is the genuine product. Haha, I didn't expect that you, a Chinese girl, could understand these things so much. Nowadays, Europeans may not know their names..."

I looked in the direction of the sound. It was a mechanical wheelchair. The huge backrest blocked the elderly in the wheelchair, and it made me interested in the people in the wheelchair like a silence.

"Are you the leader of the Son of God?" I pulled out my gun and pointed it at his wheelchair.

"Yes, it's me." He was neither humble nor arrogant, and slowly turned his wheelchair to face me. "At the same time, I am also the director of the Louvre. I don't know if you have seen me on TV. Raphael Luciru is my name."

This is an old man with only skin and bones left, with wrinkles all over his face ruthlessly saying that he is old. His hair is completely gray, and a few sparse hairs are rooted on the top of his head. His eyes are not like the spirit I imagined, but rather turbid, with green eyes, like muddy water covered with duckweed...

However, this old man seems not to be a human. I can see the wires and tubes connected to his chest, and something seems to be connected to the back of his head...

He is a human being who transforms people! He uses machinery to replace body tissues to gain strength. In Kulanli, he is only allowed to be used for temporary medical use, and cannot be used for strengthening. However, looking at the old man, the machinery on his body seems to be used to extend his life...

"What's wrong? Is it so easy to look at?" The old man suddenly laughed, his wrinkles folded together, and he couldn't tell whether he was laughing or crying. "He's all a dying old man, nothing looks good. Oh, by the way, maybe the first time you've seen such an exaggerated thing..."

After saying that, the old man stroked the mechanical parts of his chest. Only then did I realize that his hands were also mechanical...

I didn't say anything and asked, "You all committed suicide at 8 o'clock. Is this your order?"

"No, everyone agrees together." The old man shook his head and said. "I'm included. I don't have the ability to kill myself, I can only rely on you..."

"What? You asked me to come and actually asked me to kill you?" I was stunned and shouted out.

"It's true, I'm in trouble." The old man laughed and said, "If you don't want to touch me, the old bone, just jump at me with a gun. Or cut off the line above it." After that, he pointed to the line on his chest.

"Life is still so long, why do you think of death?" Looking at the old man's firm gaze, I already knew that there was no room for maneuver.

"I've lived over 300 years old. I've witnessed the growth of the organization I created with my own hands. I'm tired." The old man looked at the ceiling and sighed: "I'm breathing, but I'm not worried about this organization. Now, this organization is over, so I naturally don't need to worry about it..."

"No concern? What about your granddaughter?" I sneered.

"She? I can't stop her." The old man smiled miserably: "Her stubborn temper will not change even if the sky falls."

I was silent. Facing this old man who was determined to seek death, I really didn't know what to say...

At this time, the old man spoke, and he smiled and said, "Come on, let's take a look at these authentic products. No ordinary people can see them. Don't you look at them? With me, a senior old man, you can explain it to you, and it will be easy to understand..."

I was stunned and didn't know what to do, but the old man cast a begging look at me, and my heart softened. In the end, I had to give up struggling and just take a look...

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The next time was to accompany the old man to look at the collections here. When faced with these collections, the old man seemed to have returned to his youthfulness, his language was vivid and easy to understand, and his expression did not match his movements at all, and he took me to visit this ocean of art...

This is an old man who loves art. It seems that the pride of introducing others to others is suitable for him. Looking at his flirting look, I felt a sense of guilt again. I didn’t have time to think about the origin of that feeling of guilt, and the old man pulled me into his world again. I admit that I was completely addicted to this world of culture and art at that time...

Time flies very quickly. After the old man introduced everything, the hour hand was already pointing at 7:58. There were still two minutes to eight o'clock. Looking at the old man with a rosy face, I suddenly had an extremely reluctant thought. This old man should not die...

I don't know why, my eyes are wet...

"What's wrong? Little girl?" The old man gasped and looked at me in confusion.

"It's nothing, it's almost 8 o'clock." I rubbed my eyes and said pretending to be plain.

"Oh~ So that's it." The old man nodded calmly, looked at the collections in the library, and suddenly laughed peacefully. He stretched out his hand and greeted me, "Come here, I'll keep something for you."

I walked past without hesitation.

The old man slowly took out three things from his pocket, held them in his hand, and signaled me to extend his hand. I hesitated for a moment and stretched out.

"This is the key to this library. This memory stick is all the European cultural information I have compiled. The last ring is a symbol of the director of the Louvre. Although it is useless, it is good to hold it in your hand." The old man put the thing in my hand, glanced reluctantly, and sighed, "From now on, these things belong to you..."

"Why..." I asked, holding back my tears, but my voice seemed to be distorted.

The old man shook his head, looked at me begging, and said, "Please..."

Without further ado, I know what the old man meant. We are enemies, and we only knew each other for an hour, why did we give me these important things? Am I trustworthy?

"I'm very happy in the last time." The old man closed his eyes and smiled. At this time, the bell at eight o'clock rang...

The sound of "Dang...dang..." spread throughout the entire library like a hymn, which made my mind blank...

"Come on..." The old man opened his eyes and looked at me kindly, which made my heart suddenly feel cramped. But for some reason, his hand raised his gun disobediently, pointed it at his head, and shook the trigger hand...

"Tell me your name, I will always remember you." The old man glanced at me for the last time and said.

"Meng Yexi..."

"Bang..."

The gunshots floated like tides, rising and falling.

The heart-wrenching sound hit the soundproof wall of the exhibition hall, and together with the endless bells, it played a music of the kingdom of heaven, endlessly. The statue of Jesus on one side of the hall ignited a faint light, covering this sad space, leading the soul that was about to go to the kingdom of heaven...

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