Chapter 500: The Moonlight Is Like Blood Tonight (Part 2)

The dim light fell on the smooth tile floor, creating a warm shadow like the sunset. A leather shoe stepped on such a shadow, and the black shadow cut through the halo of the sunset, just like cutting off the sun.

Stop, turn around, stand still, through the legs in suit pants, you can see the glass cabinet of the museum, which contains some slightly broken papers, which are filled with dense ancient Egyptian characters.

At this time, heavy footsteps came from the side, Mark came hurriedly with a box, and the figure standing in front of the glass display case still lowered his head, focusing on the exhibits in the display case.

Mark said helplessly: "Why are you still here? The things have been taken, let's go quickly."

As he said, he lowered his head and looked at the box in his hand, which contained a beetle model like a gift. From the appearance, it was no different from the souvenirs sold in the museum.

Mark looked at Schiller, who was concentrating on the exhibition without saying a word, and said, "Are you really from the KGB? Can you be more professional? We are on a mission. Is it time to see the exhibition now?"

Schiller turned his head, and in an instant, his eyes lit up with white light, as if a cluster of white flames was ignited in his eyes. Mark instinctively took a step back and suddenly reacted. He said, "Isn't it the power of the moon god? I have it too. Stop playing and let's get out of here!"

Mark turned and left. Schiller said nothing, but followed him.

As soon as they left the museum, they saw a car coming from the darkness. Standing in the light in front of the museum, Mark made a cautious gesture. He touched the gun on his waist and sensed the power of the moonlight. After confirming that it was correct, he walked down the stairs.

The car stopped in front of the museum, and a long-haired man with a cane came out. Seeing two people in front of the museum, the man seemed very surprised, but he immediately said: "Have you seen Deputy Director Pietro? He asked me to come and see the collection to be auctioned..."

Marklik narrowed his eyes and said: "You are lying. The moment you saw us, you straightened your back and stretched your arms. You were alert, and you hesitated for a second before saying that name. You must have made up a pseudonym..."

"Who are you? Why are you like a startled security guard?" The long-haired man was not moved at all. He said: "My name is Arthur Harrow, a general practitioner. I have an agreement with Deputy Director Pietro. This museum has a collection to be auctioned. I need to take a look at the collection in advance to determine whether I want to buy it..."

"You don't have to explain so much to us." Mark Yes Without relaxing his vigilance, he said: "You are justifying your behavior, but it is also a manifestation of your guilty conscience..."

Seeing Mark pulling out a gun, Arthur raised his hands and said helplessly: "Okay, if you don't believe it, let's go find the deputy director together, okay?"

Mark loaded the pistol, but did not point it at Arthur. He just held the gun in his hand. He looked at Arthur and asked: "Where are you from?"

"The community next door, I rented an apartment there." Arthur looked at Mark, and then said: "You are an American. Is this your first time in Austria? This museum is indeed worth a visit. It is a rare Austrian museum that preserves collections of ancient Egyptian civilization..."

Arthur and Mark were talking about this and that, and Schiller was standing in the light from the museum gate. He was backlit, and no one could see his expression. Arthur at the bottom of the steps glanced at Schiller from time to time, as if he was alert to Mark's accomplices.

Mark, who found that things were not going well, accidentally revealed the box that he had put into his inner pocket. The box that kept the beetle was the kind of outer packaging commonly seen in museum souvenirs. There was a diamond-shaped opening on the front lid, which allowed people to see what was inside.

The moment he saw the beetle again, Arthur took two steps back. Just as he was about to raise his cane, Schiller finally came down from the stairs. He touched Mark's arm and asked him to take the box back, and then said to Arthur:

"Let's talk somewhere."

Mark's eyes widened slightly, and he turned to look at Schiller, but not because of what he said, but because of his voice.

Just now, Schiller's voice was completely different from the previous time in the interrogation room. His voice was very dry and his swallowing was very serious. Mark didn't know that human vocal cords could make such a sound like a tape card, just like a child who just learned to speak. Weird and awkward.

Fortunately, Arthur understood what Schiller meant. He looked around with some caution. There were still many windows of nearby buildings that were lit. It seemed that he was also afraid. He turned back and opened the car door. Schiller followed him into the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Mark hesitated for a moment, clenched the pistol in his hand, and then got into the car.

The atmosphere in the car was very silent. Arthur felt that Schiller's attitude seemed to be shaken, so he said: "You two should be from the United States. Actually, I am too, but I came earlier..."

"I didn't lie to you. The deputy curator here has a collection that I'm interested in. He showed it online before, which aroused my interest, so I came here to trade with him."

"But I didn't expect that he would violate the agreement with me and sell it to you first..."

Arthur sighed, and then said: "I am committed to studying the civilization and culture of ancient Egypt. The collection in your hands is very important to me. I hope to buy it. How much did you pay for it? I can raise the price appropriately..."

"Your lies are not convincing at all." Mark commented "There are inconsistencies and loopholes. You said before that this is a collection to be auctioned, but now you say that you have a private appointment with the deputy director. You said you are a general practitioner, but now you say that you have left your post and lived here for a long time..."

"Is your friend always like this?" Arthur looked at Schiller sitting in the passenger seat while driving and asked, "Is he a mental patient? The kind with persecution paranoia?"

As the car turned a few corners and gradually left the populated streets, the streets became darker and the speed became slower. Mark had raised his pistol and put it against Arthur's head.

At this time, Schiller pushed the door and got out of the car, standing in front of the car, as if waiting for the two people in the car to get out.

Seeing this, Mark kept his gun arm still, pushed the door open with his other hand and went down, and continued to point the gun at Arthur's head. Arthur pushed the door open and walked out. He did not panic because of being pointed at by the gun, but held his cane in one hand and supported the hood of the car with the other hand.

He turned his head and looked at the environment here. Facing Mark, his eyes flashed with strange light. He said: "I see, you are a sinner full of chaos, and your sins are almost unforgivable. I can see the evil flame in your soul..."

Faced with his words, Mark hesitated a little. He didn't know what was affecting his spirit, but the darkness in front of him began to flicker, and Kong Su's huge and terrifying figure loomed in the darkness, flickering constantly...

Suddenly, Arthur heard a knocking sound on the hood. He turned his head and saw Schiller in a suit holding an umbrella in his hand, gently knocking on the hood of the car.

The sound of metal being knocked made people a little upset. Arthur turned his head and the light in his eyes lit up. Suddenly, his figure froze.

Mark didn't know what Arthur saw in Schiller with that mysterious vision, but the moment Arthur turned his head and looked directly at Schiller, the light in his eyes flickered twice and then went out.

Arthur took two steps back, his face turned pale, he pointed at Schiller with his cane and said: "You, you..."

He waved his cane, and the top of the cane emitted an evil light, but at this moment, with a "bang", Schiller grabbed the umbrella with both hands, lifted it up, and knocked the cane out of Arthur's hand, and then rushed forward again, hitting Arthur in the chest and knocking him to the ground.

Arthur was about to struggle to stand up, a leather shoe stepped on his chest, and the umbrella turned a circle in Schiller's hand, turning the umbrella tip down, and with a "swoosh", a sharp knife appeared at the tip of the umbrella, and with a "puff", the umbrella knife pierced Arthur's throat.

Schiller raised his hand, and the moment the blood splashed, the umbrella "bang" opened, and he was not stained with a trace of blood.

When the blood splashed on Mark, he didn't even have time to hide, it all happened too fast, a series of precise, elegant and fatal actions.

Mark was stunned in the place. Suddenly, he saw Schiller turned his head and looked at him. His eyes lit up with white light.

Mark suddenly remembered that he was a CIA agent, and just a few hours ago, Schiller said he was a KGB agent.

Mark swallowed his saliva, took a step back, and said: "No, don't, we are in a cooperative relationship now..."

The last thing that appeared in his field of vision was the umbrella handle that was gradually enlarged.

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