Chapter 3 Mysterious Shadow

"Hi, have you heard about it? Recently, a new batch of newly unearthed cultural relics have arrived in the museum, which is said to be local, Egyptian, and some Asian countries.

"Yes, yes, I heard that there is also a batch of prehistoric cultural relics. Now the collection is richer, which can be an eye-opener..."

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People are talking about it.

In the peak tourist season, there are countless tourists from all over the world, and the team buying tickets squirms forward at a slower speed than the 90-year-old woman. However, Locke was not worried, because he was a foreign student and could enjoy free treatment. He easily entered the exhibition hall with his student ID card, causing those eyes that could kill people to be thrown at him.

Alas, this is the tragedy of mankind! They are jealous, greedy, cunning, hypocritical... I don't know when a series of such words came to their minds. What's wrong with me? Locke shook his head and kicked them out.

The Archaeological Museum is the largest and richest museum among more than 20 museums in Athens. This is the largest ancient cultural relics museum in Greece and an important tourist attraction in the capital Athens. Built from 1866 to 1889, it collects extremely valuable cultural relics unearthed in various periods in Greece. At present, the museum has more than 50 rooms, including halls and exhibition rooms, and collects nearly 20,000 cultural relics. The vast majority of cultural relics reflect the contents of Greek mythology. It can be said to be a collection of ancient Greek cultural relics. The middle road of the lobby is the Mycenae cultural relics exhibition area, among which gold masks, utensils and decorations are the most famous. On both sides of the middle road is a sculpture display area with various combat equipment. Further north is the bronze display area. The back hall of the newly built double-storey building after the war is a display area of pottery and pottery bottles. The shape of pottery and the patterns on the bottles show the beautiful and exquisite characteristics of Greek art.

After the entrance, the first thing you see is the Mycenae exhibition room, which contains the "Agamannon Gold Mask", which is a golden mask made by experts after the death of King Agamannon of Mycenae. It is the best proof of the powerful Mycenae civilization.

This mask is quite exquisite, and it seems to be really worth a lot of money! Locke thought to himself.

In addition, there are pottery from the Mycenaean Bronze Age and prehistoric artifacts unearthed from the Peloponnese Peninsula.

The lion-headed wine glass is also made of gold! Probably a cup will get drunk! Locke couldn't take his eyes off the cup and was distracted for a moment.

I saw the pottery in the Neolithic exhibition hall, the pottery and marble statues of the Aegean Islands in the Cyclaic civilization exhibition hall, the gold products, bronzes and ivory carvings in the Mycenaean exhibition hall, and the murals in the Tila civilization exhibition hall... Locke was very interested.

The light in the exhibition hall is very soft, shining on those ancient cultural relics, which makes them add a little mysterious color.

Unconsciously, night has come, and the tourists in the exhibition hall are becoming scarce. At this time, Locke came to Hall 15, where a tall bronze statue stood. Just then, a dark shadow suddenly flashed past my eyes like lightning.

"Who?" Locke shouted loudly. He glanced around and found nothing.

Every exhibit in the museum is worth a great price. I don't know how many criminals coveted them. Are there thieves stealing? Soon, Locke denied his idea again. As one of the greatest museums in the world, the National Archaeological Museum is so strict that criminals can take advantage of it? It's an illusion. It must be an illusion. Maybe it's because I've seen it for too long and my eyes are dazzled. Seeing that it was getting late, Locke got up and walked to the exhibition hall.

At the beginning of the lanterns, you can walk around Athens and see world-famous historical and cultural monuments everywhere. Those simple buildings look extremely strong and heavy under the light.

Walked straight to the northeast along the wide street, crossed several streets, and then turned into the corner. Gradually, Locke walked out of the city.

At this time, it is May, and the climate is as warm as spring. The wind from the Aegean Sea seems to carry a familiar smell, perhaps the fragrance of some flowers. Surrounded by mountains on three sides and the sea on one side, this city is really picturesque! Locke greedily sucked the smell in the air. Well, it feels so comfortable! From afar, there is a mountain in the northeast, which is very tall and towering. I think it must be the Licavex Mountains. On the mountainside, there seems to be a castle faintly. Maybe it's some kind of god. God is too favoring this city. It's really sorry for nature to enjoy life comfortably on such a night!

Lock leaned against the trunk of the tree, pulled out a " Marlboro" from his pocket, lit it, and then elegantly spit out a smoke ring.

Locke has always been a person, and loneliness is loneliness that can't be driven away. Naturally, parents will not take their precious sons who often get into trouble. They often send bodyguards to secretly protect Locke, but they are not dumped by him. Locke naturally has a reason to do this. He doesn't want to involve the innocent. Because he often cares about other people's business, those who fight against him are rewarded by enemies, and many people around him have become a burden, because he has long been used to taking care of himself. Even with such a prominent family, he is still willing to live his wild crane-like life.

The cigarettes have burned more than half. Locke looked up at the sky. The stars had appeared sparsely, and the moon had climbed up the treetops. Locke suddenly recited a poem in literature of unknown country: "The stars are rare, the stars in the sky are reflected in his eyes, and it is the loneliness that only you can understand... The loneliness that only you can understand, the loneliness that only you can understand..." Locke repeatedly tasted the poems and couldn't help sighing, " Whose loneliness do you understand? And who can understand my loneliness!"

"Shasha", extremely slight footsteps from far to near. Locke immediately alerted: He had just arrived in Greece for less than three days. Did a killer chase him so soon? Nowadays, technology is becoming more and more advanced. Maybe a tracker is implanted when you fall asleep? Impossible! Locke couldn't help laughing. He knew that his powers did not allow anyone to get close to him.

A dark shadow jumped out of the woods. At this time, the cigarette in Locke's hand had burned to an end. When the last light went out, Locke's whole body exerted his strength, a little on the tip of his feet, like a fierce beast out of a cage, and rushed out dozens of meters away. He is not sure whether the person is a killer. Maybe his identity has not been revealed. He just wants to get rid of the man.

"Whew", Locke jumps like flying. "36 tricks are the best" is a common method for him to avoid the enemy. He disdains to do things with those little ones. Usually, he only needs to rely on his own speed to get rid of those social gangsters.

"Shasha", that is the sound of the toes touching the vegetation.

There is no stopping chasing soldiers.

What a difficult role! Locke was a little impatient, and his feet accelerated like a galloping whirlwind. Suddenly, a wall appeared in front of him, and Locke inslided into it. He thought he would fall and break the blood, but to his surprise, he passed through the wall. It was not until then that Locke found that he had another power.

This is a courtyard. To be precise, it should be a temple. It seems that it has been some years. The ancient temple stone pillars are carved with strange patterns and patterns. There is an old stone platform in front of the door, which should be a place to sacrifice and sacrifice to the gods.

Well, I'd like to see who is so difficult to deal with. Locke simply stopped, put his hands in the bag of his suit trousers, turned around, and shook the blonde hair gracefully.

"Friend, I haven't had a midnight snack yet. If you are chasing so reluctantly, you have to compensate for the cost of mental loss!"

Locke thought that he was usually seen wearing night clothes and a mask, either with a gun or a knife. To his surprise, there was a teenager of his age standing in front of him.

The teenager wore a long black brocade robe, a pair of black leather trousers and leather boots. He has short black hair and a pair of black eyes embedded in his face. Those eyes are big and bright, shining cunningly, which seems to be oriental. Two ears, er, those two ears are actually sharp and close to both sides of the cheeks.

alternative, absolutely alternative! Locke thought to himself.

"Stop talking nonsense, your death!"

The frost on the teenager's face. He raised his arm, opened his five fingers, and grabbed Locke's cheek. With the bright moonlight, Locke saw the teenager's hand clearly. The teenager wore a metal sheath on his hand, and his "tips" were long and sharp, and they also flashed green and cold light.

Locke was shocked and thought to himself: Alas, he is angry! I really don't know which immortal has offended. Looking at this boy's desperate frame, it should be real. Not to think much about it, Locke hurriedly dodged and punched and kicked.

"Ping-pong", two people can't play well.

The teenager's moves are extremely sharp, and one move is as tight as one move, killing him.

Locke was angry and shouted, "Are you bored?" Before the words fell, the pupils burst, red as blood, "brushed", and a blonde hair also stood up and turned red.

"Hmm, it finally shows its original shape!" The teenager snorted coldly, "Prince Miller, I have tracked you for hundreds of years, and this time I see where you are going!"

The teenager bullied himself and stabbed out a sword.

Dare to be a demon-catching master. It seems that he must have determined that I am a monster and must return me to my original form. Locke is so angry.

"So good, then let me teach you a lesson, an unknown guy!"

Anger rose, "hoo", a flame rushed out of Locke's head, followed by a burning all over his body.

At this time, the tip of the sword was only an inch away from Locke's chest, and he did not dodge. His slender fingertips just bounced gently, and the force of his wrist drove a strong wind, and the tip of the sword was swung away with a beautiful arc, 180 degrees without tilting, and the tip of the sword was reversed.

"Puff", the tragedy happened, and the sword sank deep into the teenager's chest. The blood shot out, and the teenager turned back and fell back. Obviously, it was a sword that stabbed the enemy, but it suddenly reversed the tip of the sword. The teenager's staring eyes looked at the hand holding the hilt of the sword, the right hand that had begun to tremble because of pain.

"Why don't you hide?" Locke stretched out his hand and hugged his body that was about to fall on the altar.

Locke had no intention of hurting the teenager. He never thought that the teenager pressed him step by step, which led to his anger and hurt him by mistake.

"Cough, cough..." The teenager coughed two mouthfuls of blood, and his face turned pale. "You...no...is...blood clan, who are you...who are you?"

"I...who am I?"

Yes, who am I? Locke doesn't know either. He only knows that he was born different from ordinary people. In the eyes of others, he is a freak and an alien. He doesn't even know whether he is a human or not.

"I'm sorry, I think you've recognized the wrong person. I'm not Prince Miller, let alone a blood clan. I didn't mean to hurt you. Really, I'll take you to the hospital..." Locke explained eagerly.

Although those outlaws, social scum... are often repaired by Locke, he has never hurt their lives. Now, if a living life really dies in his own hands, he is really scared.

"It's strange, but...but I clearly smelled that familiar smell..." The teenager's tone was full of sadness and disappointment. Suddenly, he widened his eyes and shouted in horror, "How much do you love her? Or have you never loved her? You...your memory..." The teenager said incoherently. Locke was confused. Suddenly, the teenager's eyes became grim and desperate, "You...you... still can't forget him... actually... but... right... I... poisoned... hand..."

"No, no, no, I'm sorry, I... I... didn't mean..." Locke suddenly stuttered. He was eager to defend, but he didn't know how to explain. The teenager's eyes scared him.

"Farewell, my love! Hahaha, hahaha..." The teenager laughed wildly. Suddenly, he held the hilt of his sword in both hands.

"Don't..." Locke exclaimed. However, late, the sword had been pulled out by the teenager. A red surged out. In an moment, Locke felt as if he was in an endless sea of blood.

"Ah, no!" Locke screamed and suddenly retreated. Suddenly, his arm was light, and then he looked at his arms and saw nothing.

Locke rubbed his eyes, and the strange rocks around him were abrupt and overgrown with grass. There were no temples and temples. He touched his arm and it was hot, which showed that he had just burned. Is it a dream, an illusion, or a ghost? Locke only felt that his scalp was numb, and the blood all over his body seemed to have cooled down. After being stunned for a moment, Locke stabilized his mind, identified the direction, and hurried to the apartment.