Chapter 505: Tonight the Moonlight is Like Blood (Part 3)

The dim yellow light fell on the clean tile floor, blooming with warm shadows like the sunset. A leather shoe stepped on such a shadow, and the black shadow cut through the sunset's halo, as if cutting down the sun.

Stopping, turning, standing in place, through the legs wearing suit pants, one could see the museum's glass cabinet, in which were placed some slightly broken pieces of paper, covered with dense ancient Egyptian characters.

At this time, heavy footsteps came from the side. Marc walked over hurriedly holding a box. The figure standing in front of the glass display cabinet still kept his head down, focused on looking at the exhibits in the cabinet.

Marc said somewhat helplessly, "Why are you still here? The item has been obtained, let's go quickly."

As he spoke, he looked down at the box in his hand. It contained a beetle model that looked like a gift. From the appearance, it was no different from the kind of souvenirs sold in the museum.

Marc looked at Schiller, who was focused on looking at the exhibition without saying a word, and said, "Are you really KGB? Can you be more professional? We are executing a mission; is now the time to look at the exhibition?"

Schiller turned his head. Instantly, his eyes lit up with white light, just like igniting a cluster of white flames in his pupils. Marc instinctively took a step back, suddenly reacted, and said, "Isn't it just the power of the Moon God? I have it too. Stop playing, let's leave here!"

Marc turned and left. Schiller said nothing, but followed behind him.

As soon as they left the museum, they saw a car driving from the darkness. Standing in the light in front of the museum door, Marc made a cautious posture. He touched the gun at his waist and sensed the power of the moonlight again. After confirming it was correct, he walked down the steps.

The car stopped in front of the museum door, and a long-haired man holding a cane walked out. Seeing two people in front of the museum door, this person seemed very surprised, but he immediately said, "Have you seen the deputy curator Pietro? He made an appointment for me to come and see the collection to be auctioned..."

Marc narrowed his eyes and said, "You are lying. The moment you saw us, you straightened your back, tightened your arms. You are vigilant, and you hesitated for a second before saying that name; you must be making up a fake name..."

"And who are you? Why are you like a jumpy security guard?" The long-haired man was unmoved and said, "My name is Arthur Harrow, a general practitioner. I have an appointment with deputy curator Pietro. This museum has a collection to be auctioned, and I need to come and see the collection in advance to determine whether I want to buy it..."

"You don't need to explain so much to us at all." Marc also did not relax his vigilance at all and said, "You are defending your behavior, but it is also a manifestation of your guilty conscience..."

Seeing Marc's action of drawing his gun, Arthur raised his hands and said somewhat helplessly, "Okay, if you don't believe it, let's go find the deputy curator together, okay?"

Marc picked up his pistol and chambered it, but did not point it at Arthur, just holding the gun in his hand. He looked at Arthur and asked, "Where are you from?"

"The community next door, I rented an apartment there." Arthur looked at Marc and then said, "You are American, is this your first time in Austria? This museum is indeed worth seeing; it is a rare Austrian museum that preserves ancient Egyptian civilization collections..."

Arthur and Marc were talking nonsense there. Schiller stood in the light emanating from the museum door. He was backlit, and no one could see his expression. Arthur below the steps glanced at Schiller from time to time, seemingly vigilant about Marc's accomplice.

Marc, who found that things were not progressing, inadvertently revealed the box he had put into the inner pocket of his clothes. That box containing the beetle was the kind of outer packaging common for museum souvenirs, with a diamond-shaped opening on the front cover, allowing people to see what was inside.

The moment he saw the beetle, Arthur took two steps back. Just as he was about to raise his cane, Schiller finally walked down from the steps. He touched Marc's arm, let him put the box away, and then said to Arthur:

"Find a place, let's talk."

Marc's eyes widened slightly. He turned to look at Schiller, but it was not because of the content of what he said, but because of his voice.

Just now, the voice Schiller used to speak was completely different from when he was in the interrogation room. His voice was very dry, and his swallowing of sounds was also very serious. Marc didn't even know that human vocal cords could make such a sound like a tape stuck, as strange and awkward as a child who had just learned to speak.

Fortunately, Arthur understood Schiller's meaning. He looked around vigilantly. There were still many windows lit in the nearby buildings, seemingly he also had scruples. He turned back to open the car door, and Schiller followed into the car, sitting in the passenger seat.

Marc hesitated, clenched the pistol in his hand, and then got into the car.

The atmosphere in the car was very silent. Arthur felt that Schiller's attitude seemed to be shaken, so he said, "You two should both be from the United States. Actually, I am too, but I came a bit earlier..."

"I didn't lie to you. The deputy curator here holds a collection I am quite interested in. Previously, he displayed this collection on the internet, which aroused my interest, so I came here to trade with him."

"But I didn't expect that he actually violated his agreement with me and sold this collection to you first..."

Arthur sighed and then said, "I am committed to researching the civilization and culture of ancient Egypt. The collection in your hands is very important to me. I hope to be able to buy it. How much did you spend to buy it? I can appropriately increase the price..."

"Your lies have no persuasiveness." Marc evaluated, "Inconsistent, full of flaws. You said before that this was a collection to be auctioned, but now you say you have a private agreement with the deputy curator. You said you are a general practitioner, and now you say you left your post and lived here for a long time..."

"Is your friend always like this?" Arthur asked while driving, looking at Schiller sitting in the passenger seat. "Could he be a mental patient? The kind who suffers from persecutory delusion?"

As the car turned a few corners and gradually left the street with people, the street became darker and darker, and the car speed became slower and slower. Marc had already raised his pistol and pressed it against Arthur's head.

And at this time, Schiller pushed the door and got out of the car, standing in front of the car, seemingly waiting for the two people in the car to come down.

Seeing this, Marc did not move his arm holding the gun, pushed the car door open with the other hand, and continued to point the gun at Arthur's head. Arthur pushed the car door and walked out. He did not have the panic of being pointed at by a gun, but held his cane with one hand and supported the car's hood with the other.

He turned his head, looked at the environment here, faced Marc, and strange light flashed in his eyes. He said, "I saw it, you are a sinner full of chaos, your sins are almost unforgivable. I can see that evil fire in your soul..."

Facing his words, Marc hesitated somewhat. He didn't know what was affecting his spirit, but the darkness in front of him began to flicker, and Khonshu's massive and terrifying figure appeared and disappeared in the darkness, flickering constantly...

Devour

Suddenly, Arthur heard the sound of knocking on the hood. He turned his head and saw Schiller, wearing a suit, holding an umbrella, gently knocking on the car's hood.

The sound of metal being knocked made people feel somewhat upset. Arthur turned his head, and the light in his eyes lit up. Suddenly, his figure stiffened.

Marc didn't know what Arthur saw on Schiller with that mysterious vision, but the moment Arthur turned his head to look directly at Schiller, the light in his eyes flickered twice and then went out.

Arthur took two steps back, his face turned pale. He pointed at Schiller with his cane and said, "You, you..."

He waved his cane, and the top of the cane lit up with evil light. But just at this time, with a "bang," Schiller grabbed the umbrella with both hands, picked it upward, and knocked the cane in Arthur's hand away. Immediately after, he lunged forward, hitting Arthur's chest, knocking him to the ground.

Arthur just wanted to struggle to stand up, and a leather shoe stepped on his chest. The umbrella turned a circle in Schiller's hand, the tip of the umbrella facing down. With a "zeng" sound, a sharp knife appeared at the tip of the umbrella. With a "puchi" sound, the umbrella knife pierced Arthur's throat.

Schiller raised his hand, and the moment the blood splashed, the umbrella "popped" open. He didn't get a trace of blood on him.

When the blood splashed onto Marc, he didn't even have time to dodge. All of this happened too fast, a series of actions precise, elegant, and fatal in one blow.

Marc stood there stunned. Suddenly, he saw Schiller turn his head and cast his gaze on him, and white light lit up in his eyes with a "zeng" sound.

Marc suddenly remembered that he was a CIA agent, and just a few hours ago, Schiller said he was a KGB.

Marc swallowed, took a step back, and said, "No, don't, we are in a cooperative relationship now..."

The last thing that appeared in his field of vision was the gradually enlarging umbrella handle. ===== CHAPTER 506 =====