Cheng Zhirang recited the words he had organized in his mind.
When the others bowed their heads in contemplation, he surveyed everyone's responses, then looked up at the camera in front and showed a satisfied smile.
The camera remained still, and he tilted his head slightly, gesturing towards a position behind him.
There were still a few photographers lingering at the museum entrance. They were the ones who had been following Shen Zhousong earlier; while others had left, they remained hidden behind the door, indicating something unusual.
The main camera switched to the museum entrance, watching a group of people leave before turning to push into the museum corridor.
In the winding corridor, it was silent and deserted, with only those paintings hanging on the wall despite their frames being shattered; the deeper you went, the more eerie it felt.
It wasn't until past the spot where Guan Yu and the others had stayed that the last bit of space was revealed.
