Chapter 91 "Director, why are you doing this?"
New York, Museum of Natural History.
Although more than a week has passed since the rhino brothers' robbery incident, neither the broken museum door nor the various cultural relics damaged by bullets inside have been repaired yet.
Therefore, the museum announced that it will be temporarily closed for one month for comprehensive restoration.
Although it was still daytime at this time, the museum was completely quiet, with only the busy figures of restorers passing through, and no tourists in sight.
"Shh, keep your voice down, the curator is here."
The cultural relic restorers who were busy in the hall immediately stopped whispering and sat upright, glancing at Director McPhee who slowly walked in from the back door with the corner of their eyes.
Ever since the museum was destroyed by the two gangsters, the curator's face has always been gloomy, as if he was a powder keg that could be ignited at any time.
Although the manager of the insurance company has repeatedly assured that he will be compensated as much as one cent according to the policy, this has not reduced the curator's temper at all.
They all know that what Director McPhee cares about is not the money, but the cultural relics.
This is a man who has devoted his whole life to the protection of nature and cultural relics. Although he has an eccentric temper, he is definitely worthy of respect.
However, today is different from the past. The moment the curator stepped into the threshold, instead of grimacing, his face was filled with a long-lost excited smile. This sudden change made everyone feel a little strange.
"Director, what are you..." an employee asked curiously.
Curator McPhee smiled brightly and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
"Um, it's okay."
The employee who had worked in the museum for decades and had never seen the director smile was so frightened that he immediately shook his head.
Curator McPhee didn't mind, and waved his hand, "Don't be so nervous. Thank you for your hard work. Let's take a break from today's work and enjoy some coffee and afternoon tea. I'll take it."
Seeing the happy face of the little old man swinging the gentleman's stick, everyone couldn't help but look at each other.
After a while, in the office.
Director McPhee took down three hard-covered books from the bookshelf behind him and placed them on the desk one by one.
"Treasure Island," "Gulliver's Travels," and "The Mysterious Island."
He tore open the map illustrations hand-drawn by the authors in the three books one by one, and then put the three pictures together. Finally, he carefully followed the information he had received before, as if performing a precise jigsaw puzzle, and combined each picture. The coordinates longitude and latitude in the lower right corner of the illustration overlap and transform the angle.
After several attempts, he finally got a brand new coordinate point.
O150 degrees 30 minutes and 43 seconds
S34 degrees 57 minutes 23 seconds
“Sang ao Fu Bichi!!!”
Curator McPhee, who has been a gentleman all his life, couldn't help but utter a curse word. He slapped the table excitedly and almost jumped up from his chair.
"That old bastard Jones was talking about a real mysterious island. There is a real mysterious island."
The curator looked at the string of coordinates in front of him and murmured in shock. As a fan of Jules Verne, he knew exactly what this meant.
If there is a mysterious island, wouldn't it mean that the inner earth world in "Journey to the Center of the Earth" and the Nautilus in "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea" also exist!
“Hahahaha.”
The shock was followed by ecstasy. As a historian who has devoted his life to pursuing ancient ruins and eager to explore unknown natural scenery, this confirmed mysterious island in front of him is undoubtedly the holy land he has dreamed of.
He quickly recorded the coordinates and began to organize items he might need in the office.
According to Jones, they will set off as soon as a few days, and he must make sure everything is ready, especially bringing a few more cameras to record this historic moment.
"Whereveryougo, whateveryoudo, Iwillberightherewaitingforyou~~~(This situation can be waited for)"
The cheerful curator seemed to be a different person at this moment. His face was filled with a thick smile, and he even hummed a melodious ditty unconsciously. His every move revealed unprecedented relaxation and joy.
If someone else saw this scene, they would be stunned and stunned.
And this is indeed the case
Lange stood aside and witnessed the curator's slightly stiff but hard-working body, as well as the cheerful appearance of dancing, and he couldn't help but swallow back the words he was about to speak.
The curator seemed to have noticed something, and turned around suddenly. His twisting movements froze instantly, looking a little embarrassed.
"Lanlango, why did you come in without knocking?" he asked pretending to be calm.
"You didn't close the door either." Lange spread his hands innocently.
The curator was stunned for a moment. He must have been so excited when he entered the room that he forgot to close the door.
He coughed twice, quickly adjusted his emotions, sat back on the chair, and resumed his usual posture, "Aren't you on vacation? The museum will be closed for a month for renovations. What do you want to do here? "
Looking at the curator's warm smiling face, Lange couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. He wrinkled his nose and was about to answer. But the curator took the lead and asked: "Are you going to write another recommendation letter or get a salary increase? Speaking of which, you fought off those two gunmen last time. As the curator, I should give you a reward, but I have recently been I’ve been so busy with other things that I forgot about them, so be it.”
After thinking for a while, he raised his eyebrows at Lango and said with a smile: "I heard from Teddy before that you have no other hobbies except smoking and drinking. It just so happens that I have several boxes of Cohiba Premium Pyramid cigars and two bottles of Burgundy Premium at home. The Pinot Noir wine was given by an old friend, and I’m not very interested in it. This time, it’s all at your advantage!”
It's strange to say that according to his past personality, McPhee would only give promotions and raises to employees who made contributions, but when faced with Lango, he always couldn't help but want to give him more.
McPhee admired him as soon as he saw him.
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Lange pursed his lips slightly. He had no reason to refuse. This was a reward given by his boss, and he deserved it.
Then, he directly stated the purpose of coming here, "Director, do you know Indiana Jones?"
The smile on the curator's face froze slightly after hearing the name, and then he said truthfully, "We know him. Many cultural relics in our museum were donated by him, and we have been friends for many years in private."
"Understood." Lange nodded lightly.
When he learned from Jones that the curator was going to explore the mysterious island with him, Lango thought that the old bastard was using means to hold the curator hostage and threaten him.
If Dom hadn't been blocking him, he would have almost killed him with one punch.
Looking at it now, not only did the two have a close personal relationship, but the curator was so excited about dancing that he didn't look like he was being threatened.
"Director, from the first day I came to work here, you have always taken good care of me until now. It is no exaggeration to say that you are caring."
Lango's tone was sincere and sincere, "For this reason, I would like to advise you that you'd better not go to that mysterious island. According to Jones, the island is full of ghosts and ghosts. You, a bunch of elderly tourist groups, will die if you go there." No difference."
At this time, the curator was confused by his words. After clearing his mind, the curator asked puzzledly: "Jones also invited you to go with him? It's strange, how can you be with him at such a young age?" The old man is interested in friendship?"
"Because I am a demon hunter." Lange smiled frankly and spread his hands: "He needed to find a capable demon hunter to protect the safety of this elderly group, so he found me."
"Bullshit, how can you, a security guard, be a demon hunter?" The curator looked disbelieving.
Lange didn't say anything, he just stood up, moved his steps lightly, and disappeared in an instant under the stunned eyes of the curator.
Immediately afterwards, a warm hand gently rested on the curator's shoulder. He turned around suddenly and saw Lango quietly appearing behind him at some point, with an indifferent smile on his face.
"Is this a super power?" the curator asked in shock and disbelief.
"It's okay for you to understand it this way." Lange did not deny it and continued to persuade: "Director, you are in a high position and have extensive knowledge. You should have heard of the existence of some supernatural forces."
"I can tell you directly that the world we live in is far more complex and dangerous than it seems on the surface. You haven't experienced it because you haven't been exposed to it yet, but by the time you are exposed to it, it's already too late."
He bent down and looked directly into the curator's eyes, his tone full of sincerity and worry: "Mr. Curator, you have a net worth of hundreds of millions and a prominent social status. Why do you need to take such risks? Isn't it better to enjoy your current life with peace of mind? Why do you have to be like young people and pursue those illusory things in a big way when your head is hot?
Faced with Lange's heartfelt words, the curator did not immediately refute, but silently looked at the "Mysterious Island" novel on the table, as if thinking about something.
The atmosphere in the room slowly became silent.
After a long time, the curator finally spoke, with a calm and deep voice, "You are right. I am already a long time old. I have both money and status. I really shouldn't act impulsively like young people, carrying bags. Just get ready to go out and explore.”
When Lango heard this, his tense nerves relaxed slightly, but the curator's next words made him fall into silence again.
"But Lango, do you know why I am always the first to arrive at the museum and the last to leave every day?"
The curator asked and answered himself, his eyes shining with nostalgia and persistence for the past years, "Because I like this place. In the museum, I seem to be able to travel through time and space, and be in the vast African grasslands or the deep Amazon jungle, far away from the city. Hustle and indifference.”
"I have never had a partner or heir in my life, but I am not alone. Only these silent old friends accompany me - the lifelike wild animals in the African Pavilion, the solemn knight statues in the European Pavilion, the artistic conception of the Asian Pavilion The profound ink paintings, and the dog-headed guards in the Egyptian Museum who seem to be guarding ancient secrets..."
"Although I am alone, I have the whole world."
"My whole life has been dedicated to these cultural relics and the beauty of nature. I have never regretted it because this is a career I love."
"Lango. You can't understand the excitement and ecstasy in my heart the moment I learned that the mysterious island really existed. This is the dream I have been pursuing all my life! If I could, I would rather fall down on the journey to pursue my dream than I want to spend the rest of my life in a hospital bed.”
The curator's eyes became firm and bright, "You ask me why I have to go, and I think the answer may be on the way."
After saying these words, the curator picked up the package he had packed. After looking at Lango who was silent beside him, he stood up and prepared to leave.
Just when he was about to cross the threshold of the office, an energetic voice sounded from behind: "Hey——"
The curator turned around and saw Lange shrugging at him and saying, "Do you mind if there is another young person in the elderly tour group? Let me declare in advance that I will not help you carry your bags and luggage."
When the curator heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then the two of them looked at each other and smiled, with a similar light shining in their eyes.
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