Chapter 1311 - Chapter 1311: Hasty Parting
Chapter 1311: Hasty Parting
This museum, which covered nearly 30,000 square meters, exhibited thousands of objects—jewelry, celebrity relics, and artworks—from various periods. Among this vast and immense quantity, Lin Sanjiu recognized only six Special Items. Apart from these six, she didn’t know what other Special Items were in the museum, but she knew there must be more.
Could her speculation be correct? Were these things just ordinary objects waiting to mutate until the doomsday arrives?
There’s only one way to determine if they are Special Items now.
Wu Lun then disliked this method so much, in fact, that she was about to cry.
“You’re mentally ill. You can say anything without breaking the law,” she said with increasing grievances, even wiping her nose. “But what about me? What if someone hears and thinks I’m an accomplice? My mom will see me on the lists of law offenders online!”
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Lin Sanjiu felt a bit guilty. She remained silent for a few seconds and looked around—there were no fewer surveillance cameras inside the museum. Her gaze swept over each dark round head, seeming very casual. “No… you continue browsing. Before you finish, just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
“Who could do that?”
Wu Lun’s face darkened as she circled the Pygmalion Choker in the display cabinet twice, absentmindedly, not even looking at the other exhibits. “How did you get this? Are you wearing a replica? Where did you buy it?”
“Uh, it’s a replica.”
Wu Lun didn’t relax at all after hearing that. She seemed to want to say something, but at that moment, other visitors happened to approach and bent down to look at the Pygmalion Choker in the cabinet. The two exchanged glances and instinctively turned and walked toward the sparse crowd.
“Let’s part ways here today,” Lin Sanjiu said softly. “For safety’s sake, I’ll find you in six months. I promised to protect you, so I will. You can rest assured and go to work this afternoon; I’ll leave you with some self-defense items.”
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Wu Lun listened in astonishment, almost forgetting to refuse her weapons. “Where are you going after you leave?” She had originally hoped Lin Sanjiu would leave soon and the museum would be quiet again, but now she seemed worried about her. “Do you have a place to stay? What will you eat? You should go back home.”
“I told you what I’m going to do in the hope that you’ll be prepared and cooperate with me.” Lin Sanjiu didn’t answer any of Wu Lun’s questions. She just pretended to admire a mural on the wall and said in a low voice, “I haven’t… uh, I haven’t robbed a museum yet. If someone investigates later, they might find out from witnesses or surveillance that you and I were together if something goes wrong.”
Wu Lun’s concern suddenly shifted to herself, almost jumping in place. “What? You’re not, you’re not really going to—”
“So you have to be prepared from now on. I think it’s unlikely that I’ll fail, but I still need to leave a way out.” Ignoring her, Lin Sanjiu continued, “I’m going to scare you—what are you running away for now!”
Wu Lun turned around with trembling legs and a white face, “No, I don’t know why, as soon as you said that you would scare me, my heart suddenly tightened, and I …… just got scared again”
Lin Sanjiu narrowed his eyes and looked at her. The tourists passing by the duo had more or less noticed their strangeness; perhaps she could take advantage of Wu Lun’s sensitivity to power.
“I’m going to scare you later, leave a record.” With the cameras around, she had to assume someone is always watching their every move. “This way, we can naturally separate. When someone asks, you can say I’m a mentally unstable person you encountered. You felt sorry for me and accompanied me for a while, but then I suddenly got angry and disappeared.”
“That’s how it is in reality. I didn’t expect you to know that, too,” Wu Lun muttered. “What… what exactly are you planning to do? Please don’t do anything reckless.”
“I tell you, and you’ll be afraid again.”
“Then don’t say anything.” When Wu Lun said this, there was still a trace of relief—after all, in her eyes, Lin Sanjiu was a madwoman; madwomen say all sorts of things about what they’re going to do, but no one has actually boarded an alien spaceship, right?
Neither of them had the mood to appreciate the exhibits anymore. Whenever they passed by another exhibit, craning their necks to look became almost obligatory. Wu Lun forgot about taking photos for her mom, sighing one moment and falling silent the next; Lin Sanjiu couldn’t spare any more comfort for her—every inch of the museum’s interior terrain needed to be measured and recorded. Where there were passages, where there were cameras, the height of the ceiling, the junctions of windows and walls, possible locations of alarm systems and wires… she had Mrs. Manas record it all one by one.
“Before you take action,” Mrs. Manas’s voice seemed sluggish, “you must… practice Higher Consciousness well. I’m not… very mentally prepared right now.”
Lin Sanjiu swallowed down that heavy, hard worry and promised her.
When Wu Lun stared blankly at a medieval golden crown, a camera happened to be hanging not far from the exhibit, and several tourists were nearby. It was a good opportunity. Lin Sanjiu sighed inwardly, feeling a little regretful for the sudden and hasty parting with Wu Lun—she quite liked this girl.
“Hey,” she called out loudly from behind Wu Lun. “You brought me here to harm me, didn’t you?”
This was the craziest thing Lin Sanjiu could think of. When several tourists around them raised their heads one after another, she controlled her strength and pushed Wu Lun, causing her to stagger. Since she hadn’t properly learned acting from Qing Jiu, she could only rely on other means to keep up the act—she remembered the Garden of Eden, the Battle Slave Training Camp, Peanut Town, and even she could feel the burst of murderous intent erupting from her in an instant, sweeping over the surroundings like a storm; the air felt heavy as if even it couldn’t breathe properly.
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Even a nearby aunt couldn’t help but exclaim softly, let alone Wu Lun. Although the beauty advisor girl had known that this would happen sooner or later, she was still instinctively frightened, tears streaming down her face; Lin Sanjiu didn’t intend to torment her further, leaving behind a sentence, “You can’t harm me!” and turning to leave. She walked very fast. In the blink of an eye, she had rushed ten meters away, leaving behind Wu Lun’s low sobbing, still clearly audible in her ears.
‘When doomsday arrives, she’ll understand.’ Lin Sanjiu sighed inwardly again. They would meet again.
Next, it’s time to step through the dots to prepare for tonight’s infiltration.