The World Trail Museum mission is three hours, and the time has passed.

It was 1:28 on December 2, and there was only one and a half hours left before the end of the mission.

After such a long and short period of time, the clerks finally understood the ins and outs of this task.

The World Trail Museum has never had any ghosts. It is just an ordinary museum in a city.

It was not until late at night on December 1 that a strange painting called "Skin Closure" arrived here.

The skin painting is like a monster that releases terrifying power, turning a calm museum into a terrible hell.

Six works of art from the six major exhibition halls were awakened in hell, turning them into murderous evil spirits.

They stick to their exhibition halls and kill the intruders they see.

At the same time, three unique works of art have become more advanced free hunting of ghosts.

They roam in the museum as a way to ensure no dead ends of killing.

This is just a speculation of the truth.

But it can indeed perfectly explain the contradictions that the 'Skin' painting arrived at 23 o'clock, including the violations of the entire museum.

It is true that in the case of life and death so fragile, it is a strong gamble to believe that this is the truth.

But the pace of this task is too fast, and they have no time to repeatedly confirm and wait until 100% confirmation before implementing the plan.

Perhaps, there is never a complete thing in this world.

Tongguan's face returned to its solemnity, and walked to the center of the room with firm steps, and said in a deep voice:

"We don't have to worry about all the ghosts. As long as we find the skin, we will complete the task.

Now we are going to search for the ninth exhibition hall to see if there are any intact paintings in this pile of coke.”

Hong Fu nodded in agreement, suddenly realized something and asked:

“The eighth and ninth exhibition halls…”

"Brother Tong and I have searched all the way down, and there are no traces of the skin drawing."

Jin Xi supported the wall and stood up from the ground with difficulty. Ding Wangshu quickly stepped forward and supported him.

The four of them gathered together. Tongguan looked at the wound on Jin Xi's leg and frowned and said:

"I will go to Hong Fu and I in this action. You two will rest on the spot."

Ding Wangshu glanced at Jin Xi and said anxiously:

"But isn't there an illusion here?"

"It's okay, I will use white candles for sins whenever there is a problem.

Our clay pots, the illusion, are porcelain, and they dare not die with us."

The words of Tongguan were very convincing, and the correctness of the logic left Ding Wangshu with nothing to say.

After thinking carefully, Hong Fu also felt that what Tongguan said made sense.

Now the illusion ghosts are throwing rats and are afraid of weapons, with white candles present, and they have amulets when facing these ghosts.

Suddenly, based on this theory, he came up with an extra bold plan.

Once this idea appeared, Hong Fu was excited. However, he looked up at Tongguan, but he did not say it clearly.

In this way, under the gaze of Jin Xi and Ding Wangshu, the backs of Tongguan and Hong Fu gradually disappeared into the ruins.

"Sister Jin, do you think we are still in the porcelain hall now?"

"Maybe it has been transferred. We still haven't figured out the mystery of space movement. I think it's not that easy to find the skin painting."

...

"Brother Tong, I have an idea that I don't know if it can succeed, and it may break some conventions."

As Hong Fu walked all the way deep, he couldn't help but ask.

Tongguan's face was as normal. He looked at him and shook his head slightly and said:

“I know what you mean.

You think that since all the ghosts appear when the skin painting arrives.

Then I can use the sin object and return it to 23 o'clock on December 1st, and stand on the timeline to observe where the skin has reached the museum."

Hong Fu nodded heavily, and this idea has a theoretical reason to succeed.

However, Tongguan immediately rejected it, and the words said were equally powerful:

“But this is absolutely impossible.

Once I do this, the cause and effect will be completely disrupted. Wouldn’t this mission no longer exist?"

Hong Fu frowned and thought for a while, retorted:

"The mission will never exist because Tianhai Hotel will take action."

“That’s the key.

Because I went back in the past, Tianhai was very likely to change the development of the event.

But how do you ensure that Tianhai just changes ghosts, not skin locations?"

Seeing that Hong Fu still couldn't solve his doubts, Tongguan added another sentence at the end:

"One more thing is that if the entire mission changes because of this, then the information we have now is completely invalid!

So when I went back to the past, the biggest possibility was that I paid a heavy price, but I still had to start over."

Hong Fu was shocked, and what he was thinking still couldn't reach the level of Tongguan.

He glanced at the calm man with a little shocked look and sighed:

"Tongguan, Ji Li and Fang Shenyan are two completely opposite types of people. Although their behavior and work are shackled by the secular world, they are really not inferior to those two."

...

This investigation into the seventh exhibition hall was completed in a few minutes.

Setting the fire is slow, but just walking around will be more than several times faster.

When Tongguan and Hong Fu returned to their original room, Jin Xi and Ding Wangshu looked at them with eager eyes.

Obviously, both of them hope to get the "seal" as soon as possible to get rid of this terrifying museum.

It's a pity that things went against our wishes.

If this mission can really be so simple, it is not worthy of being called a Samsung Hotel promotion mission.

There was not much time left for the few people to lose, and after returning, Tongguan immediately took out the manuscript that had been kept all the time.

After clearing the ground with Hong Fu, he spread the floor plan of the museum on the ground.

This floor plan has been completed after several modifications and additions.

Safety is no problem now, there is only the oppression of time, and Tongguan doesn’t talk much nonsense, clicking his hand on the manuscript and saying:

"The twenty-minute action failed, and the solution was not that simple.

So it's time for us to turn our perspective into the mystery of space movement."

Hong Fu, Jin Xi, and Ding Wangshu couldn't help but shake when they heard this. Tongguan meant that he had already prepared everything.

Tongguan's eyes swept across everyone's faces one by one, first clicked on the location of the sculpture hall with his hands, explaining:

"Do you remember the information Fang Shenyan got when he first explored the museum?

The sculpture hall originally had only seven exhibition halls, but after one person died, it became eight.

The second person who was deceased was a strange girl, and her death made the Painting Pavilion reach nine exhibition halls.

Including Chen Wen, his death has made the sculpture hall a rule of nine exhibition halls now.

To sum up, all theme museums have reached the special number of ‘9’ in the dark.

This change is definitely in the rules, so they are intentional.”

Hong Fu frowned and analyzed these words carefully. He had not thought about the mystery of space seriously, and now he could recall it after hearing what he said about Tongguan.

"You mean, the entire museum, six major themes, are you getting enough 6x9's 54?"

Jin Ying was taking the hand-painted floor plan, and suddenly stood up from the ground with his eyes blinking.

But because she was too excited, she forgot her injuries and fell back to the ground as soon as she stood up.

Seeing this, Ding Wangshu quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm, and spoke inquired about the situation.

But Jin Xi ignored her, but instead stared at the floor plan with his eyes fixed on it, keeping muttering:

“54 themed exhibition halls, 54 digital movements, three free-moving ghosts who ignore space…

This! This is!"

Tongguan took a deep breath, and his eyes looked at Jin Xi became soft and appreciative. He was very fortunate that he had protected this woman all the way.

"Yes, Rubik's Cube.
Chapter completed!