The Devil's Cage

Porl Nelson jolted for a moment before he shot back, "Misfortune? You mean fate?"

However, Kieran didn't answer, neglecting the question.

Kieran's eyes were still looking outside the window at the museum. When the last bit of sunset vanished and the sky darkened, the street lamps switched on but were still unable to shed light over the entire museum, just a small portion.

The majority of the museum was still in darkness, and with the lights acting as a contrast, the building in the darkness looked darker than black, like a beast lurking in the abyss.

It was quiet, it was waiting, it was waiting for its prey!

The coffee shop fell into silence, and only breathing sounds could be heard.

Eckart had paid enough to rent out the entire coffee shop for the recording session, and the coffee shop dimmed its music and lights per request.

Therefore, other than the table the lights were focusing, the surroundings were shrouded in darkness.

The quiet and dark environment made Porl Nelson uncomfortable.

He slightly moved his straight body forward, hoping to express his discomfort with his movements while at the same time speaking.

"I don't believe in fate. I believe hard work and perseverance can change the so-called fate. I bet most people believe that."

Porl Nelson unconsciously raised his voice to break the unusual silence.

However, Kieran still remained quiet and continued to watch the movements at the museum.

He didn't speak, thus the atmosphere got a little awkward. After an ahem, Eckart stood up.

"Then what about the minority?" Eckart moved the microphone closer to Porl Nelson.

"They are the greedy people controlled by sloth. They may have the chance to seize the benefits in front of them but in the end… They will perish in their own greed," Porl Nelson said in a decisive tone.

With the microphone near him, his words sounded sturdy as steel.

After he said the strong words, the curator stared at Kieran.

He hoped to see something in Kieran's eyes or expression, but he was destined to be disappointed.

Kieran's eyes and expression never changed; no praise or objection or even mocking, it was like Kieran didn't hear what he said.

However, Kieran reacted differently. He turned around and placed his dull, cold eyes on the curator as if he was prying out his deepest secret.

Kieran overlapped his hands and supported his chin. He placed his chin over his crossed thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers while his ring fingers were held up, connecting to his lips. His little fingers touched each other non-stop.

Each time they touched, they would split right away and touch again.

The little steps repeated endlessly, getting quicker by the second.

Porl Nelson felt a little stuffy in his chest when he saw the little actions with Kieran's fingers. A disgusting feel appeared in his heart unconsciously, causing him to gag. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.

Discomfort! Extreme discomfort!

Porl Nelson twisted his body in an anxious, uncomfortable way.

The previous discomfort only made him feel uneasy, but the current one made him want to leave the place.

A moment ago, Porl Nelson wished that Kieran wouldn't be so weird and cold, but now with the additional movements with his fingers, he wished to go back in time!

"I'm sorry, I feel a little unwell. Excuse me for a while. I have to go to the washroom," Porl Nelson said.

"Sure!" Eckart nodded.

Porl Nelson stood up, intending to go to the washroom, but because the placement was specially arranged by Eckart for the recording, the curator had to walk past Kieran if he wanted to go out.

"Be careful. Misfortune arrives."

Kieran spoke again when the curator walked past him. His voice was still hoarse and heavy, causing discomfort in people's heart.

Porl Nelson jolted and froze his movements.

"Thank you for your reminder, but I said I don't believe…"

Before he could finish, the curator stopped abruptly because an irritating siren sounded off at the museum further in the dark.

The security siren broke the peaceful night, capturing every pair of eyes.

Porl Nelson quickly reacted to the sudden commotion and ran out of the coffee shop.

The show's crew didn't move though. They looked at Eckart while Eckart looked at Kieran.

When he saw Kieran stand up and go out too, Eckart signalled his crew.

"Go go go!"

The crew quickly gave chase to Porl Nelson.

Although the curator had a head start, his age did not allow him to outrun the younger ones; even the cameraman and the lighting man ran faster than him.

The gate of the museum was opened up by the security on duty after Porl Nelson requested entrance.

"Curator, it's A block. The security is heading there as we speak," the security guard on duty quickly reported the situation.

"Mm. Stay here, wait for the police." Porl Nelson then headed inside the museum.

The police siren of the museum was connected to the station, so whenever it went off, the station would be immediately notified.

The crew followed Porl Nelson, as he didn't seem to care about the extra company.

Compared to the crowded scene earlier in the day, the museum at night wasn't just empty, but dark as well.

A place like the museum would instantly feel eerie once it was dark, especially those antiques on display. The night and day at the museum were two completely different scenes.

Therefore, even when the path was lit by the lighting the crew brought, whenever it shone over the display items, the crew would unconsciously get closer to Kieran.

'Stick to 2567 if anything happens.'

It was an honest suggestion the new crew got from a veteran, Lyn Amie the makeup artist, and it seemed like every one of the crew members was good at accepting suggestions.

Eckart was no exception as well.

Although he was also a veteran in dealing with Kieran, he was also behaving like Lyn Amie, staying behind Kieran. He only dared to pop his head over Kieran's shoulder, looking further ahead with his prying eyes.

Then…

"Aaarh!"

A sharp scream came from the makeup artist.

Eckart didn't scold him though, because if he didn't bite his tongue, he would have screamed louder than Lyn Amie. But still, Eckart widened his eyes, reacting to the scream in fear.

The scarlet red was exceptionally eye-catching under the lighting.

He saw dead bodies!

Groups of dead bodies surrounded the Curseman Vase!