On the phone, there is news about a theme museum.

{Li Xinghua Museum}, the exhibits include: photos taken for the first time when he was a bandit, joining the army, military uniforms, layout of the commander-in-chief's mansion, photos of the seventh concubine, mahjong, family portraits, children, and photos before being assassinated.

{Come to Li Xinghua Museum and see the life of the Marshal}, this is the slogan.

"The things here are taken from various museums, and some private individuals also sponsor them, and then -" Li Qianxia swiped her finger and clicked on a photo, "Look at this."

A pearl necklace that looks like hanging beads, sponsored by: Li Biwei.

In 1928, Li Biwei was seventeen years old. If she lived longer, it would indeed be possible to live until now.

"It's not her." Li Qianxia seemed to have read through the thoughts of Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan.

She clicked on the picture again and it zoomed out. She pointed to the note under the picture, which was sponsored by an old man named Li Yu.

It also clearly states that Li Biwei died twenty years ago, before Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia were born.

"This necklace may be a prop." Li Changzhou said.

"Props? Will the game recognize things in reality?" Li Qianxia expressed doubts, "If it cannot be recognized, even if it is special, it cannot be brought back to the past."

"It doesn't matter if you can't bring it into the game." Yang Qinglan said, "Just treat it as a souvenir of ours and keep this necklace with you."

She looked at Li Changzhou.

Li Changzhou's intuition told him that Yang Qinglan had seen through his true thoughts - in his eyes, this necklace was not just a prop.

In 1928, Li Changzhou didn't have much affection for Li Biwei, but today, 100 years later, standing outside history, he felt some affection for this "sister" in his heart.

When the green shade above my head is blown by the wind, I occasionally think of the scene when I was standing under the grape trellis and Li Biwei talked to him on the corridor;

When he was rejected, he would lie on the bed and cry, even looking like he was going to die together.

Also, after he fainted from the King Cobra venom, he went to see her several times, and she was lying on the bed with a peaceful face as if she was asleep.

"Go." Yang Qinglan took a sip of juice.

Li Changzhou picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth, then stood up and said, "I'll be back as soon as I go."

The body turned into oil paint and was sucked into the photo on the phone.

"What will happen if I turn off the screen at this time?" Li Qianxia was suddenly curious.

Yang Qinglan thought for a while: "Your brother will become history."

"So cool?!"

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Do not behave in any manner that may affect others;

You are not allowed to touch the exhibits, except where touching is expressly allowed;

Don’t make loud noises;

You are not allowed to run or play in the exhibition hall;

No selfie sticks allowed;

Do not disturb others when taking photos;

Food and water cannot be brought into the exhibition hall, and snacks and water cannot be eaten in the exhibition hall;

Do not lie down in public spaces;

Do not violate museum regulations.

"Who is over there? The library is closed today!" Two security guards came over.

The other staff in the museum who were responsible for checking whether the items were damaged heard the sound and looked over.

Li Changzhou carefully read the museum regulations.

"Shh." He raised his index finger on his lips, "Don't make any noise."

"ah--"

The security guard let out a piercing scream and turned around to run, but fell because the ground was slippery.

"What's going on?" The staff, no, not only the staff, but also some well-dressed people, gathered around.

Everyone took a breath and saw in front of them a human figure that resembled a lake. It looked like a historical afterimage that came out of old objects in a museum.

Mohu looks like an ordinary tourist, walking around and admiring the museum.

Some swallowed, some took deep breaths, some were too frightened to move, and some slipped away quietly, as if they had seen a ghost and were not to be disturbed.

In one photo, Li Xinghua was dressed in ragged clothes, holding a broken gun in his hand, with a maniacal smile on his face, and he had not yet grown a beard. He was when he first became a bandit.

A pistol belonged to Li Bichang. The sign said that Li Bichang was a sharpshooter.

There is a large bed with withered flowers, and the signboard introduces that Li Xinghua is married to the concubine of the seventh house, the youngest is only sixteen years old;

Suits, cheongsam...

In the photo of the Marshal's Mansion, Li Biwei is sitting on the swing, as fresh and fresh as a freshly picked peach. In the black and white photo, it looks like a posthumous photo without any sense of beauty.

Li Changzhou walked towards the necklace.

The museum has flood lighting that illuminates the entire exhibition hall, and special projection lighting is installed above the necklace.

Under the light, the necklace shone brightly, so vividly that Li Changzhou seemed to hear Li Biwei's laughter again: "Why is the second brother here?"

Li Changzhou stretched out his hand...

"Stop!" An old lady in a wheelchair was pushed over.

Li Changzhou pressed his hand on the glass cabinet.

"That necklace, you can't--" the old lady took a breath, "you can't touch it with your hands!"

Li Changzhou looked at her carefully this time.

That appearance and outline... Xiaoyu?

The maid next to Li Biwei has been by her side after Li Biwei fell into coma.

As he looked at her, the old lady somehow felt a long-lasting nostalgia in her heart, as if she had been stared at by those eyes in a dream a long time ago.

She was stunned there for a moment.

"You, you..." The old Xiaoyu looked at the figure in Dao Mohu, but she couldn't remember the reason for the familiarity in her heart.

Li Changzhou withdrew his gaze and exerted a slight force on his hand. The glass cover shattered and sprinkled on the pearl necklace like diamond shards.

Li Changzhou picked up the necklace, and all the beads glowed darkly.

Xiaoyu came to her senses and shouted hurriedly: "Put it down quickly! It's poisonous!"

The beads dimmed again.

Li Changzhou closed his eyes as if he was dizzy and anemic.

"Second brother, second brother, second brother..." A bug lurking in his mind, whispering the spells and prophecies left by its master, emerged from his mind and merged into a bead like a stream of light.

inside.

"Second brother, I like you so much." The valley echoed, the voice spanned a hundred years and finally disappeared.

People can't change history, but history can change people. This worm, Li Biwei's heart, followed him from a hundred years ago to the present day!

Li Changzhou had some sweat on his forehead.

[Name: Gu Chain]

[Type: special props]

[Quality: B+]

[Special effect: 108, one per Gu]

[Minimum usage conditions: Formerly - Li Biwei, now - Li Changzhou]

[Introduction: Powerful, magical and weird voodoo insects; voodoos made into Buddhist beads, Buddhist beads made of voodoo, after losing one, all the voodoos will escape or run away]

[Remarks: Second brother, I want to be with you all the time (Message: Li Biwei)]

"You, you are -" Xiaoyu looked at the safe figure in disbelief.

She remembered the last words that the young lady suddenly said once - Xiaoyu, after I die, everything else will belong to you, but don't touch this necklace.

She couldn't help but be curious and asked - why?

The young lady did not answer, but smiled and said, "I want to use it to find my second brother."

At that time, Xiaoyu felt cold and scared, because the young lady's second brother was already dead. How could she use a necklace to find a dead person?

Mohu's figure turned into oil paint and disappeared with the necklace, leaving only the shining glass fragments under the searchlight.

Xiaoyu sat in a wheelchair, smiling with trembling lips, and her wrinkled eyes were filled with turbid but crystal tears.

"Miss……"

When Li Changzhou returned to Yanhe Road, there was one more person in the yard than when he left.
Chapter completed!