…" She thought of the demon-like thought just now, and couldn't help saying, "It's better to find out the situation quickly. "
So, He Shujun asked the old man: "Old sir, we came by a bus, but why don't the buses stop at the museum now?"
The old man's footsteps stopped, and he turned around. The two taskers saw an expression of anger and inconceivable intertwined on his face: "What?! They actually... dare to do this!"
The two taskers looked at each other.
Ding Yi asked tentatively: "You... don't know about this?"
The old man said angrily: "I don't know at all!" He took a deep breath, and smiled apologetically to the two taskers, "Sorry, I was a little too excited, I just because... I'm sorry, I shouldn't Keep talking.
"The infirmary is right in front, and you'll be there. I'll let a staff member continue to take you around later. Now I have to go. Goodbye, two ladies, I hope you will have a good time."
After speaking, the old man dragged a heavy pace and hurried away.
He Shujun opened her mouth blankly, and then said, "It seems like... I asked the wrong question?"
"You can't say that." Ding Yi looked at the old man thoughtfully, "It seems that he is indeed crazy, not sober. But, do you remember what he said before?"
"what?"
Ding Yi said to himself: "The museum is transferring collections... Why?"
"With this collapsed social order, it is normal to transfer collections, right?" He Shujun said disapprovingly, "Perhaps just for safety reasons?"
"possible."
When the two taskers were talking, they suddenly heard a panicked and disturbed voice, but the owner of that voice seemed to be sane.
"Who are you?" the man said, "Why are you here? The museum people are crazy, don't you know?"