Chapter 1310

one thousand three hundred and ten

"What's the matter?" Wu Lun was startled by Lin Sanjiu's reaction, and hurried out for two steps, probably thinking that the mental patient was finally going to get sick, and carefully asked, "Why are you suddenly... Do you know this place?"

Even though he knew that he had attracted passers-by to turn around frequently, Lin Sanjiu still took a long time to stabilize his mood - but his eyes were still unable to move.

It is indeed a Pygmalion collar, which is exactly the same as the one under her neck bandage in terms of texture, color and shape. If there is any difference, it is that the collar in the photo seems to be a little dim and can't afford to shine, just like the moist color has been worn away in a long time.

She rubbed her eyebrows hard, wondering what was going on.

There is only one protagonist in the promotional photo [Pygmalion collar]. In addition, there is only a line of small characters in the lower right corner, which reads "international tour area, Lady Catherine Kennedy collection".

"I'm fine... What's this?" Lin San Jiu wiped his face hard and felt that he should be almost calm. Then he pointed to it and asked Wu Lun in a low voice.

"I don't know. It seems to be a jewelry?" Wu lunduan looked at the photo for a while. "Don't we know when we go in and have a look? Well, it's a cultural artifacts exhibition these days... So there are jewelry. It's really beautiful, isn't it?"

If this is also called beautiful, Wu Lun should really take a look at the heyday of [Pygmalion collar].

... why did she use the word "heyday"?

Lin Sanjiu followed Wu Lun to the gate of the museum with doubts, and he doubted that he had hallucinated. Is it possible that [Pygmalion collar] was originally just a beautiful jewelry in ordinary society, and it changed after the end of the day? Like humans?

After thinking about it, it seems that this explanation is the most reliable.

When she recovered, she realized that Wu Lun had asked her the same question twice.

"You have no money?" Ba Ming knew the answer, but still couldn't help but take a chance, and took out a 20 yuan note to show her. "Do you have this thing? Even oneortwo will do."

"Not half of them. What's the matter?"

"Buy tickets." Wu Lun frowned and hesitated for a moment, as if he really didn't want to take out his wallet. Perhaps in the spirit of "coming all the way", she sighed and turned to the ticket window and said, "two adult tickets, thank you... Can't mental patients get a discount?"

In the conductor's straight eyes, Ba handed over a few bills and collected the tickets. Lin Sanjiu could feel her flesh ache just by looking at her with his eyes.

"I can give you something else,"

The two men went up the stairs and came to the gate. The glass door immediately opened automatically. Lin Sanjiu looked at the card library as he walked, and in the mood of reporting the kindness of dripping water, he said, "I have some dry food and canned food here, and a few knives. Alas, how can I have a way to launch small Blasting Waves..."

"I beg you not to say any more," Wu Lun hurriedly pulled her, "the front is the security check, can you not let me be caught."

Although she used to live in modern society for more than 20 years, now it is the first time Lin Sanjiu has seen such a heavily guarded security check outside the airport. Visitors to museums seem to have become commonplace, and naturally formed a queue before the security check; They put all kinds of bags on the tracks and walked casually through the metal inspection door. Wu Lun also put his small bag on it and passed through the detection door - as soon as Lin Sanjiu was about to follow, the detection door "didi" rang.

"Try again," one of the guards said to her.

The door shouted again, so sharp that one wanted to smash it completely into a mute.

A female security guard said, "is it a belt buckle?"

Lin Sanjiu lifted his I-shaped vest hem, and there was no belt on his field pants. The clothes we wear now are specially tailored and compiled by gift bags, which are more suitable than the works of senior tailors. Where can we use belts.

"Watch? Earrings?" The female security guard came over with a test stick and was ready to sweep her from the bottom up; Lin Sanjiu almost reflexively wanted to beat her hand out - literally - but fortunately, she endured it in time. A stranger, holding a thing that doesn't know what it is, sweeps around on her body. At most, she can endure for a few seconds

With an idea in his heart, Lin Sanjiu suddenly flashed back and avoided the detection stick that was about to come to his chest. The female security guard was stunned by her speed. Before she spoke, she immediately stepped back and said, "don't check me."

She knows what went wrong.

The thing detected by this door is the [Pygmalion collar] around her neck. Now no one has asked her to take off the bandage to have a look, but if the test stick shows an alarm on her neck, she will immediately be nine points more suspicious: if you have no other thoughts, what are you doing hiding under the bandage? She can't take off the bandage at that time, and she can't help taking off the bandage - someone has bad luck with eight achievements here.

"What's the matter with you?" The female security guard asked suspiciously.

Wu Lun just took the bag. Seeing that it seemed bad here, he hurried out again and explained, "sorry, sorry, my friend is impatient..."

She said, pulling Lin San Jiu aside, and asked in a low voice, "what's the matter with you? What's the matter with you?"

"You go in first, and I'll find you later." Lin Sanjiu looked up at the entrance hall of the museum.

In addition to the security checkpoint, another two-thirds of the space was stopped by a non deterrent belt, and those sheep like urbanites were led to the security checkpoint. One by one, they bent down, straightened up, walked over, and then bent down... Behind the security checkpoint, there was an exhibition hall with marble floors; One side of the hall is a glass wall, which reflects the bright sunlight, and people in groups shunt and dilute in the sunlight. As soon as she looked up, she found two cameras hanging from the ceiling, aiming at the gate in dark.

After Wu Lun went in alone uneasily, Lin Sanjiu turned around and walked back to the gate under the gaze of several security guards - after taking a few steps, he could vaguely hear the voice of the female security guard telling his colleagues: "look at it a little, and see if she will come back in a moment."

Of course she will come back.

At the moment when Lin Sanjiu lifted her feet and stepped out of the door, her right hand was gently raised, as if to close her short hair behind her ears, and her fingers stroked into the air behind her. Two strands of consciousness pinched together by fingers immediately burst out like bullets, hitting the two cameras separately; The loud cracking sound immediately shook the hall, and everyone was startled, and involuntarily turned their eyes to the direction of the sound source.

"You know how to do it hard." Teacher Yi said weakly - she rested from 4 a.m. until she went out, but it still didn't sound much better.

When everyone's eyes jumped up to the ceiling, Lin Sanjiu's long prepared [power of description] was also launched. When the camera was shattered and splashed into the air, two flames suddenly erupted from the black hole originally occupied by the camera; Screams suddenly began to ring one after another, and someone hurriedly shouted, "fire fighting! Fire!"

In the entrance hall, which was in a mess in the blink of an eye, she was probably the most calm one. Lin Sanjiu entered the door again as soon as she turned sideways, and slightly bent down when no one was paying attention, aiming at the direction of the security checkpoint - her sudden forward rush speed was too fast, completely beyond the eyesight and imagination of ordinary people. It was as if she had been in a state of high-speed movement, but she had just been bound; Once the shackles were removed, all the potential energy she had accumulated suddenly burst out, and even the wind it aroused seemed to cut people's skin.

Lin Sanjiu was a little under his feet. When he approached the detection door, his body soared up, jumped high over the door frame, and his toes fell on the X-ray machine. The security checkpoint is posted on one side of the hall. If she rushes from other places, even if she can't see her clearly, several security guards will feel something flashing past - and she rushes across on the security check machine. When the female security guard feels something strange and turns around, Lin Sanjiu has already entered the depths of the museum.

As they agreed, Wu Lun was waiting for her at the other end of the entrance hall; As soon as the two met, BA's face turned white: "did you do it?"

"What?" Lin Sanjiu pretended to be a fool. This girl doesn't look useless, but she feels really sharp.

"That fire... What else is broken..." Wu Lun stammered.

"How can I be blamed for the poor quality of things?" Lin Sanjiu pulled her up. "Let's go and see what Mrs. Kennedy's collection is."

[power of description] the effect was soon removed by her, but after seeing the fire just now, it was impossible to return to normal in the entrance hall within oneortwo hours - oneortwo hours was enough for her to see another [Pygmalion collar].

Wu Lun can look at anything anyway, but she is very talkative, but every area they have walked through seems very interesting to her; She didn't care about Lin Sanjiu's impatience. She walked around and looked around. As long as she looked back, she must have been attracted by an exhibit. Lin Sanjiu wanted to urge her a few words at first, but then he gradually became silent. He followed Wu Lun and looked at the exhibition hall after exhibition hall, and finally came to the collection of a Pygmalion collar.

It is the highlight of this jewelry exhibition hall, perhaps because its origin is too unusual. It is said that it is priceless. It is the most precious jewelry of the famous Mrs. Kennedy in the 1930s. She has never taken it off in her life. On the day she died of illness, it was finally taken down - with Mrs. Kennedy's head.

Who did it? So far, there is no answer.

Beside the closed glass display cabinet, in addition to the text introduction, there are many old photos; Mrs. Kennedy wears the same collar at different ages and on different occasions. Of course, there are no photos after the head is cut off.

"We don't know what its special significance is now..." Wu Lun read softly, "it is far from the mainstream aesthetics of the 1930s, and even has a modernist style... What are you poking me for?"

She looked back unhappily. As soon as Chong Lin San Jiu asked, she was stunned.

Lin Sanjiu quickly covered his collar with a bandage before others noticed him. Even if it was only a short moment, it was enough for Wu Lun to recognize the thing on her neck - because she recognized it, Miss Ba opened her mouth and tongue for a long time, except "ah?" Nothing can be said.

"I need to take this exhibit away," Lin Sanjiu said calmly, and his tone was like that of the product manager describing the demand. "And I want to take all the four or five things we saw just now."

Because they are all special items.