I changed the world.

"He has become a millionaire." The smile on the doll's face remained the same, but such a simple answer made Sean unable to judge whether it was true or not.

"Sir, my companion and I are as close as brothers..." Sean said, organizing his thoughts as he backed away. His companion had vanished into thin air, his whereabouts unknown. He felt he had to find out the truth.

"I want to know why they disappeared?"

"You're questioning me?" The doll seemed impatient with Sean's hesitation. Its face began to change, from a flamboyant smile to a cold and indifferent expression. Then, its face turned into an angry expression, and it shouted in a sharp voice, "You dare to question the great Akbar!"

"You question the great Akbar's abilities!" The doll, like a child whose sore spot had been stepped on, instantly flew into a rage.

Sean hesitated, looking at the puppet before him. He felt something was amiss. Compared to his reckless companion, Hubert, he was undoubtedly much more cautious. However, the enraged puppet before him made him afraid to ask any more questions. Sean continued to slowly back away, stalling for words as he tried to find a topic to talk about: "Uh... I didn't... I didn't question your abilities..."

As he spoke, his hand silently reached for the communicator in his pocket...

As a guard, he naturally had the authority to activate the alarm. Of course, at this moment, there were still many flaws in the scene. If the alarm were activated, their previous theft and substitution activities would most likely be exposed.

However, when faced with two evils, one should choose the lesser. This guy in front of him was too strange. He didn't want to gamble. He felt that it was better to be caught than to lose his life for no reason.

By this time, he had already retreated to the entrance of the exhibition hall. With a determined heart, he pressed the alarm button on the communicator in his pocket and then turned around and rushed out of the exhibition hall.

The instant he rushed out of the exhibition hall, he didn't forget to tap the switch on the exhibition hall door. This switch was usually left on for the convenience of night patrols. When the switch was turned off, the two double glass doors slammed shut, separating him from the monster inside.

At the same time, the alarm lights in the exhibition hall began to flash, and the communicator was connected. A hurried questioning voice came from the other end. Sean didn't have time to explain the situation in a coherent way; he just shouted, "Help! A monster is chasing me! Help me!"

However, before he could run very far, his vision blurred, and the eerie puppet appeared right in front of him...

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承和三十七年2016年4月2日00:59格兰德首府西黛市巴拉迪尔国立博物馆

Six guards carrying light weapons were carefully advancing along the corridor in combat formation. They had been dispatched to the Indigenous Cultural Center to check on the situation after receiving an alarm.

At this moment, all the lights around were turned on, and the entire museum was brightly lit.

Suddenly, the lights above their heads started flickering and making a "crackling" sound. In fact, not only the lights above their heads, but all the lights in the entire corridor were having a similar problem.

Not long after, the lights suddenly went out, as if they had been burned out due to a malfunction.

After muttering a curse at the museum maintenance staff, the team leader ordered everyone to turn on their flashlights. Soon, several bright beams of light shone out and swept across the surroundings.

The guards did not linger and continued moving forward.

Suddenly, a guard walking in the middle of the group let out a short exclamation.

"Bern, what's going on?" The group stopped, and Captain Wittmann, with a thick beard, asked.

"Team... Captain, I think I just saw... the person in that painting looking at me." A young team member walking in the middle of the team pointed uncertainly at an oil painting hanging in the corridor not far away.

In the dim light of the night, this somewhat chilling answer sent a shiver down everyone's spine, and all eyes turned to the oil painting.

It was a 16th-century portrait of a nobleman, depicting a middle-aged nobleman in a silk robe, with a dignified and solemn expression. But that was all. It was a perfectly normal painting, nothing unusual about it.

The powerful flashlight shone carefully on the portrait again and again, but still couldn't find anything abnormal. Captain Wittmann couldn't help but look at the young team member named Bern again: "Bern, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

“This…maybe…maybe I’m seeing things…” Berni was clearly hesitant at this point, after all, he had only glanced at it casually.

"Look more carefully next time..." Wittmann didn't say much, but the other team members teased him a few times, making the young man feel a little embarrassed and annoyed.

The procession continued onward, and as the people gradually dispersed, the eyes of the nobleman's portrait in the oil painting suddenly came to life, and the entire figure came to life. He slowly turned his head, his gaze following the departing procession, silent and still...

After walking a short distance, suddenly another guard shouted, pointing to an oil painting on the side and calling everyone to look at it.

It was a portrait of a middle-aged noblewoman, but the guard said with a look of horror, "I just saw...that woman smile at me..."

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed to look at the oil painting, but no matter how they looked at it, they couldn't see anything unusual.

However, since it was already the second guard to have seen it, and the matter was too strange, the captain took the communicator and reported what had happened to the guard room. Afterwards, he received good news from the guard room: the police station that had received the report had reinforcements on their way.

"Crackling... crackling..." The lights flickered continuously, indicating that the voltage was quite unstable. Then, the last few overhead lights that were still on in the corridor ahead all went out at once, plunging the entire corridor into complete darkness. Apart from the light from the flashlights, there was no other light source here.

The guards continued forward, but faced with this eerie environment, they subconsciously slowed their pace. The surroundings were silent, with only the sound of their footsteps clearly audible.

Chapter 654 The Guards Enter the Painting

As Wabi and his group continued forward, the surrounding darkness seemed to grow thicker and thicker. Even the previously bright beams of their flashlights seemed to have dimmed, and the intense darkness threatened to engulf the entire group.

"No, no..." Suddenly, the captain in the group raised his hand, signaling everyone to stop.

"What's wrong? Captain?"

"Don't you guys think this corridor is too long?" the captain asked, his face grim.

Upon hearing this, everyone realized the problem. As resident museum guards, they were extremely familiar with the museum's layout. Indeed, as the captain said, this corridor wasn't that long; in their memory, there were at least three corridors, and they should have walked through them by now!

The captain raised his flashlight and shone it back the way he had come, then he gasped in shock…

Another teammate who turned around with him was even more horrified, drawing a crown on his chest and exclaiming, "Oh... Lord!!!"

In their vision, the corridor behind them was no longer the one they had come from, but a giant mirror frame. It was as if their gaze was peering out from behind this enormous frame, past the familiar museum corridor. But where were they now?!

The group panicked and tried to rush out of the frame in the direction they came from. However, it was as if they were in two different worlds. No matter how far they ran back, they could not actually break out of the frame.

In other words, somehow they walked into a picture frame hanging on the wall!

It's a strange story, but it really happened to them!

The captain tried to contact the guard room, but he soon discovered that the communicator had stopped working.

When something like this, which is rarely heard of even in novels, actually happens to you, very few people can remain calm.

Immediately, a guard raised his automatic rifle, aimed it further down the corridor, and pulled the trigger. However, even after a burst of bullets was fired, there was no reaction in the corridor. Clearly, the bullets were not effective in their current situation.

This made the six people even more terrified and desperate; some of the guards even shed tears due to excessive fear...

Just then, the space they were in suddenly began to shake and turn upside down, and the group of people were like crickets trapped in a cage. At that moment, someone lifted the entire cage up.

Then a giant hand reached in from outside the frame and scooped out the six guards without any resistance.

Then, they were casually tossed down by this giant hand, as if they had been thrown from two or three meters in the air. The group fell to the ground, staggering and falling. Some even hit their heads and saw stars.

Then they found themselves in an ancient stone hall, with massive stone pillars that would take several people to encircle, supporting a huge dome above.

The enormous dome, which appears to span over fifty meters, makes the entire space resemble a temple of the gods.

On one side of them was a massive, imposing stone portico, which appeared to be the entrance to a temple, but the entrance was tightly closed at the moment.

Directly opposite the entrance was a towering throne, upon which lay a strangely obese-looking figure.

It was clearly not a "person." It wore brightly colored clothing, its face was painted snow-white with dark eyeshadow, and it wore a strangely styled split-corner hat. With short arms and legs, it looked somewhat like a "puppet" or "doll." However, against the backdrop of this enormous building, this bizarre existence easily reminded the guards of myths and legends such as "genies" or "demons."

"Humble beings, you have invaded the domain of the great Akbar. As punishment, you must please me in exchange for your freedom." The puppet's face wore a mask-like mask, and at this moment, its expression was indifferent and aloof, like a god sitting on a throne.

Upon hearing this, a guard raised his automatic rifle, aimed it at the strange man on the high platform, and pulled the trigger. However, after the bullet left the barrel, it transformed into small birds in front of him, chirping and circling a few times before landing on the porch to the side.

“You lowly one, you dared to attack the great Akbar! You will be punished even more severely!”

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When Zhang Jing arrived at the entrance of the Baladil National Museum, he could see from afar that a cordon had been set up outside the gate, two police cars were parked next to the cordon, and some police officers were setting up warning signs there.

With a thought, Zhang Jing's appearance changed; he became a middle-aged priest in a black monk's robe, with the iconic crown emblem of the Holy Revelation Church hanging on his chest.

Without stopping, he went straight to the isolation zone and continued walking inside.

A uniformed guard impatiently chased away a passerby who came up to ask questions and gestured for him not to take pictures.

Then, turning his head, he saw Zhang Jing walking towards the isolation zone. He quickly stepped forward, glanced at Zhang Jing's monk's robes, and his attitude softened considerably. He said, "Father, I'm sorry, the museum is closed now, and it will not be open tomorrow either."

Zhang Jing drew a crown on his chest, looked at the guard, and said in a low voice, "Kid, this is not something you can handle."

The guard was taken aback upon hearing this. He wanted to say something, but Zhang Jing had already crossed the cordon. Before he could react, Zhang Jing had disappeared at the entrance of the Baladil National Museum.

The closed door couldn't stop him at all!

The guard immediately gave chase, but when he arrived at the museum's main entrance, he found that the man had already disappeared through the gate. The guard watched as the priest's figure vanished into the shadows of the museum, and after a few steps, he could no longer see him.

In the darkness, remembering his colleagues who were still missing, the guard dared not pursue them any further and could only urgently pick up his communicator to report what had just happened...

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Once inside the museum, Zhang Jing completely ignored the guard at the entrance. His current persona was that of a church priest; let them draw their own conclusions…

Zhang Jing was not familiar with the environment here, and he just moved forward randomly based on his senses. He could feel that something had changed in this dark shadow.

Chapter 655 False Space

Zhang Jing moved at an extremely fast speed. What was a dimly lit corridor to an ordinary person was crystal clear to him. At this moment, golden flames flashed in his eyes, and his powerful senses constantly probed all directions around him.

Zhang Jing continued walking forward along the wide corridor. Although it was called a corridor, it was actually nearly ten meters wide, comparable to the halls of other buildings. The walls on both sides were covered with a large number of oil paintings, depicting a variety of themes.

As Zhang Jing walked over, he noticed that this place was part of the art gallery.

The museum's power supply system was clearly being interfered with by some unknown force; many of the lights had been turned off. As Zhang Jing continued to move forward, the lights above his head flickered strangely from time to time, accompanied by a "buzzing" sound.

In the dimly lit corridor, Zhang Jing continued forward as if unaware. He passed through another corridor and entered the next exhibition hall. The walls on both sides were still covered with paintings, mostly portraits, including many Renaissance figures.

Just as Zhang Jing was walking past the portraits, with a loud "snap," the last chandelier above his head went out. Fortunately, the roof was made of square, transparent glass panels, allowing some starlight to pass through. However, tonight was a rainy night, and the darkness was already dim, making the hall even more gloomy.

The portraits hanging on the walls on both sides, mostly half-length portraits, show figures smiling or serious as they watch Zhang Jing walk among them, creating an eerie atmosphere as if being spied on...

Zhang Jing, however, seemed oblivious and continued to walk forward at a leisurely pace.

Just as Zhang Jing walked past a portrait of an elderly nobleman, about a meter tall, he saw the nobleman's eyes suddenly blink from the shadows. His pale face looked eerily at Zhang Jing, who had already passed by, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips...

However, at that moment, Zhang Jing suddenly stopped, turned his head, and stared directly into the portrait of the nobleman in the shadows with his eyes flashing with firelight.