After entering the cyber game, kill the boss and successfully ascend to the top

Leading to the Final 44

Kui Xin observed the shape of the building outside the museum, and then walked into the museum through the visitor passage. When she passed the detector, she controlled the machine and didn’t let it make any alarm sound.

As soon as she entered the museum, a receptionist with a professional smile on her face greeted her. She turned sideways and bowed to guide the way: “This way please, ma’am.”

The receptionist guided Kai Xin to the service desk, asked her to sit down on the soft sofa, and poured water for her: “The interpreter will be here later, please take a short rest, if you need me for anything, Please press the call button on the side of the sofa.”

Kai Xin’an sat on the sofa steadily, pretending to be an ordinary tourist, looking around and observing the museum display. The air conditioner here seems to be turned on very hard, you can feel the cool air coming in, the floor is paved with cut rocks, the lights in the hall are not bright, and the lights have a gloomy coldness tone.

There is a fire safety map on the wall, and Kai Xin wrote down the indoor map.

The first floor is just the reception hall, and the second to fifth floors are the exhibition halls.

From the reception hall on the first floor, you can see the interior decoration style of the entire museum. The walls are full of marble reliefs. The pillars supporting the exhibition hall are similar to the style of ancient Roman architecture. Looking up, the ceiling is painted with brightly colored murals. , the murals depict humans, birds and beasts, but the light in the reception hall is too dim, and Kai Xin has a feeling of being in a medieval palace in a trance.

“Hello, is this Ms. Li?” An unfamiliar baritone sounded behind Kai Xin, and a guide in a black formal suit smiled at her.

Kai Xin stood up, “It’s me.”

She used a false identity to make an appointment for the visit.

“Come with me, please. How about we start from the first exhibition hall on the second floor?” The smile of the explainer somehow reminded Kai Xin of the priest presiding over the funeral. He was obviously smiling, but it was not felt easy.

“I prefer to put surprises first.” Kui Xin said, “Can you introduce to me the most representative and special collections in this museum first?”

“Impatient guest, but no problem. Please come with me, we need to go to the fifth floor.” The guide said.

After walking into the elevator, Kai Xin said, “What kind of collection are you taking me to see?”

“Don’t you like surprises? It’s not a surprise if you say it.” The guide still smiled, “Wait a minute, and the answer will be revealed to you.”

The elevator went up, the metal door opened, and the fifth floor was reached.

When Kai Xin came out of the elevator, he saw the decorative murals on the opposite wall at a glance.

“It’s so strange.” Kai Xin said suddenly.

“Do you have any questions?” The guide turned to look at her.

“Isn’t this a religious museum? All the reliefs and murals I saw were about people and nature, not about gods,” said Kui Xin.

“Maybe it’s the museum builder’s personal hobby.” The guide said, “Please, ma’am.”

Kai Xin frowned imperceptibly, and followed the guide into the exhibition hall. The interior of the exhibition hall finally has a religious atmosphere. There are pure gold statues, inscriptions rubbed from ancient ruins, exquisite statues, and oil paintings of different styles.

He led Kai Xin straight through these collections, and brought her to a separate room on the side, where only this collection was on display – a tattered book.

The material of the book is very strange,It is made of animal leather, but it is not like the common cowhide or sheepskin. If you look closely, there are pore-like lines on it…

Kai Xin’s heart skipped a beat, “Human skin book?”

“Yes, Human Skin Book.” The arc of the guide’s mouth remained unchanged, but his face was hidden in the shadows under the light, and a strange atmosphere spread.

“We tested the book with equipment, and finally found that the book cover is made of human skin, but the inner pages are not. They were made with the most advanced papermaking technology at that time, and it was not easy to make paper from plant fibers. After hundreds of years of preservation, the pages of the book are scattered and very fragile,” said the guide.

Kai Xin looked at the book and didn’t speak.

The guide waited for her for a while and said, “Aren’t you going to ask what the contents of the book are?”

“I’m waiting for you to tell me, sir.” Kai Xin said.

The narrator seemed a little disappointed. A good actor needs to be supported by the audience. Of course, an excellent narrator also needs to get a response from the listener, but Kai Xin is not here to be the listener. He started and told the beginning of a story, but the listeners were not willing to cooperate with the question.

“Okay, ma’am.” The guide adjusted his expression, “This book has a lot of background. It was written by Melville, the most famous and controversial researcher four hundred years ago. Melville was originally A staunch atheist, because of his thoughts, he was persecuted in that era. He was a historian, and he spent his whole life trying to prove that there is no god in the world, that gods cannot interfere with the operation of the world, and that human history is only written by human beings. It has nothing to do with God.”

When Kai Xin heard this, he finally asked like a normal listener: “And then? Under what circumstances did Melville write this book?”

“He wanted to prove that there is no god in the world, so he began to study religion in depth and the background of the birth of religion. He spent fifteen years traveling around the world, and then returned to his hometown and began to write books.” The narrator said, “No one knows what he experienced during those fifteen years, and no one knows why he used human skin as the cover of the book. People only know that he suddenly went crazy after writing this book. He cried and laughed crazily. He lit the curtains of his house, and set himself on fire with the book in his arms.”

“And then?” Kai Xin said, “Mr. Narrator, can I trouble you to finish the story in one go without stopping? As a storyteller, it is a basic virtue not to get stuck on key plots.”

The smile on the lecturer’s lips widened a little, “You make sense, so I’ll follow your suggestion and finish speaking in one breath.”

…

“He’s crazy!” Melville’s neighbors whispered, talking about the famous scholar who lived in this street.

But the reason why this scholar is famous is that many, many years ago, he was arrested many times for opposing religious beliefs. After he was released from prison, people threw rotten eggs and dung on his face and body. His reputation was all bad, and after fifteen years of traveling the world, no one wanted to touch a neighbor with a bad reputation.

Perhaps it was because living alone was too lonely, Professor Melville became more and more eccentric.

“There is often a stench in his room, like the stench of long-dead livestock.” Said the milkman on the street.

“He’s pale, like a vampire,” said the old vegetable seller.

“I went to his house to collect the old clothes that should be washed, and found that there were spots of brown stains on his collar, which looked like bloodstains.” Said the laundry woman.

“He asked me to make custom-made knives, skinning knives.” The blacksmith said, “But he is a scholar wearing glasses, why does he need to process animal leather himself?”

“I once heard him screaming in the middle of the night. Oh my god, it was terrible.” The neighbor who lived closest to Melville concluded, “He is either crazy or bewitched by the devil.”

The terrified neighbors felt that something was wrong, some of them clamored to find Melville to find out, some of them clamored to go to the church and asked them to send someone to arrest Melville and execute him.

But none of these people had time to take the next step, because Melville was burned to death in his own house that night.

Neighbors swore that Melville was still laughing while the house was burning.

The corpse collector went to the house to collect the corpse, and was surprised to find that Melville’s corpse was holding a book tightly. He fell face down on the ground, his body was burnt to black, but the book in his arms was not hurt a cent.

In the decades that followed, no one dared to approach the house that was burned by the flames. There were rumors that the house had been inhabited all the time, and that the person living in the house was Melville’s ghost.

…

“Melville killed a man and used that man’s skin to make a human skin book?” Kai Xin speculated.

“No, no, how can things be so simple?” the guide said, “Melville was buried in the cemetery, and the tomb was still well preserved for 400 years. The developer dug out his coffin before the city was rebuilt. Some scholars conducted genetic identification on the bones out of curiosity, and found a shocking thing. You can guess what made the Those scholars were so shocked.”

“…Please don’t play tricks.” Kai Xin said politely.

“Okay… Those scholars found that Melville’s biological information matches the genetic information in this human skin.” The guide spread his hands, “Melville made this book with his own human skin!”

Kai Xin was taken aback. He looked down at the blackened human skin book and roughly estimated the area..

To make the cover of this book well, at least the skin on the back of the person needs to be peeled off. The medical methods four hundred years ago were too backward. Melville would die of excessive blood loss and Bacterial infections.

He didn’t die after peeling off his own skin… Why didn’t he die?

Kai Xin had an inference in his heart.

“You should want to ask him why he peeled off his skin, and why he survived after peeling off the skin.” The guide said.

“So you know why?” Kai Xin asked.

“I don’t know.” The narrator smiled, “The mystery of the story is that no one knows the answer. He has become an eternal mystery, attracting countless people to explore the truth behind the story. There is also a horror based on Melville. As for movies and novels, some painters also created oil paintings based on this story, and our museum has a few of them.”

Kai Xin glanced at the narrator speechlessly, and continued to ask, “What did Melville write in the book?”

“This is a key question, and no one knows what Melville wrote. What he wrote is a lot of messy symbols, which are more like passwords than passwords.” The commentator saw that Kai Xin’s face turned dark Trend, quickly added, “But we have deciphered what he wrote through technical means, this is the power of technology!”

Kai Xin said: “So the content is…”

“The content of the book is the most bizarre part of Melville’s story,” said the narrator. “Scholars thought Melville would write something crazy and impactful, but what everyone didn’t expect was that, It’s actually a fairy tale written in the book.”

Kai Xin raised his eyebrows slightly.

The narrator tactfully continued before she asked a question, “To be precise, it is a dark fairy tale with a horror plot and a little fable. There is one story in total, which is divided into seven small chapters. Over the years, scholars People watch the fables and fairy tales he wrote over and over again, trying to understand the deep meaning behind the fairy tales. Some scholars complain that if Melville wrote fairy tales full-time, he would be a second-rate writer, because the stories he wrote are so jumpy that people can’t read them. Understand.”

“Then let’s talk about that fairy tale.” Kai Xin said.

The narrator seemed to have been waiting for Kai Xin to say this for a long time. He smiled contentedly, “Okay, the story begins. In the first