Benjamin Allen is a fat middle-aged man with thinning hair. His unexpected warmth and friendliness may be related to the knowledge of Lu Li's identity.

"Have you really decided to watch the night at this gallery? The evening with Mr. Lu Li at the gallery will be very peaceful."

"Talk about ghosts."

Accompanied by a gallery owner, the two walk through the deserted gallery with few visitors.

Benjamin's body became obviously stiff: "Mr. Lu Li is really humorous, this gallery has not what --"

"You wouldn't have welcomed me so." Lu Li's calm voice interrupted Benjamin without mercy.

"... Well, there may be some strange things going on in a gallery at night, but they're harmless."

That's why the land is here.

Several of the night watchmen who resigned were unharmed and still have no medical condition. Which means even if it's haunted, it's relatively harmless.

Lu left this novice exorcist to practice hands in the appropriate.

Benjamin groans about the strange events that occur at night, such as the ghosts of former female employees who wander around and ask him if they have seen their children when they are alive. Or the ghosts of female employees with their eyes gouged out, and sculptures and portraits that come to life in the night.

"When did it happen?"

"When I came to Belfast."

"You mean these things happened a long time ago, but they only appeared in Belfast?"

"That's right."

Only the first floor of the gallery is open, and the second floor is closed to outsiders for internal facilities such as warehouses and employee lounges.

After seeing dozens of exhibits, there is nothing unusual about them that has not touched a psychic gun.

"That's not enough. I need to know more."

Came to the second floor in a hurry, two people return downstairs, the original way back.

Benjamin smiled wryly: "I know already said out, Mr. Lu Li still want to know what?"

"You can get in touch with people who used to be on watch, and they'll know a lot."

Benjamin thought of a man and shouted, "Franklin! Franklin must know something!"

Franklin, a local, became the gallery's first night watchman when it opened in Belfast, and its longest-serving member of staff. He spent half a month on night watch at the gallery, and it was then that rumours of paranormal activity emerged.

"Then why did he resign?"

"Er... I was only willing to pay eight shillings a day."

Lu Li said nothing, moving her eyes between the paintings and sculptures on the walls.

"What the watchman needs to do."

"Keep the exhibits safe at night to prevent theft or fire."

There are a lot of fires in Belfast, which may have something to do with the need for light at night.

'I'll stay on watch tonight, but I need to know more. Get in touch with Franklin, who used to work here, before it gets dark, and ask him all about what happens at night."

"There's no need to go to so much trouble, you've got --"

Lu Li AGAIN interrupted Benjamin: "Now is just an ordinary supernatural event, you can guarantee that the future will not deteriorate into a ghost hurt people? People who come to the gallery want to see art, not be haunted."

Nothing can make capitalists more desperate than not making money. Hearing Lu Li's possible future, Benjamin no longer delayed, let an employee lead Lu Li around, he ran to contact Franklin.

The time began to be unshakable toward evening, and the sound of ships from the harbor never stopped.

The overcast sky grew darker, the streets thinned, and the sound of doors closing sounded from the shops around them.

Shortly after the last visitor had left, Benjamin finally returned with an envelope.

'Then night's on you, if there really are ghosts --'

"I hope my power of attorney fee is not small."

"Definitely definitely..."

As Benjamin and the rest of the gallery staff left, the noise stopped.

Only Lu left in the cold gallery.

The silence and gloom that surrounded the land were scattered a few meters away by the lighting of oil lamps.

The night slot is just behind the gate, with a table and wooden chairs, and serves as the gallery's ticket office during the day.

Lu Li unfolded the envelope and read the contents under the light of an oil lamp.

(Hey, the cheap-ass owner told me he hired an exorcist to watch the night. I can't believe it. Whether it's true or not, you've taken over this mess, buddy, and if you're not an exorcist, quit before it's too late, there are ghosts in the gallery.)

Lu from lift mou, looked at the front of the dark corridor, continue to look.

If you are an exorcist, please kill the guy who doesn't have much hair after the exorcism. He is really stingy.

Without FURTHER ADO, THE GUY IS STILL WAITING FOR ME.

There ARE TWO GHOSTS IN THE GALLERY. They USED TO BE EMPLOYEES OF THE GALLERY, AND THEN THEY DIED FOR SOME REASON. They BECOME ghosts AND THEY WALK AROUND THE GALLERY AT NIGHT, EVERY NIGHT.

[You'll see a ghost with blood all over her dress, the ghost of a female employee who died in childbirth. She will unconsciously ask, "Have you seen my baby?" several times every night, and all you have to do is say no.]

You will also see a ghost without eyes, which is the ghost of the murdered female employee, if you find her around, you just need to be quiet and don't make a sound. If you make a sound by accident... you are the exorcist.

[In addition to the two wandering ghosts, there are some questionable portraits and sculptures in the gallery. The sculpture, for one thing, is next to an oil painting of a wheat field or I can't remember where.]

Seeing this, Lu Li picked up the oil lamp and walked towards the corridor. In the middle of the corridor, he saw the sculpture described in the envelope: a stone-gray sculpture with a female appearance.

This mischievous creature can run around unattended, and once I saw it almost jump out of a second-story window, which scared me to put it back in its place. If you see it where it shouldn't be, just put it back, and if you need an exorcism, forget it.

What REMAINS IS the painting, in which the girl's name is Anna. You may not know her, but you should know if I tell you that she is the daughter of Madame Anley. She moves around in the painting when night comes.

Lu Li continued to move forward with the oil lamp, and saw the oil painting in the envelope a dozen meters away from the sculpture. The picture is of a beautiful girl in a white Gothic dress with a delicate, doll-like appearance.

It was completely dark.

Suddenly, in the darkness behind him, there was a strange sound of stones rubbing against the floor.

That's basically it.

【 the 】

I wish you a good night.