The receptionist is trying to make it easy, even for odd visitors. But he didn't give a shit about it, and he screamed out loud,
... because at that time Crewe was shuddering at him, a really loud person. Or, somehow, today, because my head was blurry.
So, accidentally.
I couldn't react to his head pointing this way.
"You!"
Shit, it's late when I think about it, and his expression is distorted like he won. They pointed their fingers at me. As always, what an angry smile.
And I'm going to take a step toward Crewe, take that foot.
There was a shadow that blocked it.
"Customer, please charge for admission"
"What?"
A girlfriend at the reception, with a smile that won't collapse, is blocking Lau - I finally remember - from going in the right direction.
"Non-students are expected to receive an admission fee."
"Yeah, troublesome. How much?"
"Yes, sir."
He suddenly pulled his arm hard as he watched as Lau was taking the purse he had brought out of his pocket.
"I'm running away!
"Oh, wait!
I notice he turns this way in a hurry, but the receptionist won't allow me to follow him, repeating, "Pay me".
You should not run in the building. I remember reading that wording somewhere, but now I can't care less. Apologize in my heart that I'm sorry, run. Lee kept me pulling my arm, but I had predictions where I was going...... eventually I got there, after all.
"'We exhibit the work of graduates, school students' …"
Works, exhibition rooms. The same explanatory notes that were written on the map were also written on the plate on the wall. Wallpapers and ceilings are unified in black, with modest lights, in a somewhat dim room.
Because it is called an exhibition of students' works, I expected that there would be a lot of decorations, but the walls are also decorated with paintings. Decorative design paintings, still life paintings. A peek at the lined glass cases showed a number of ornaments lined up there. Although this would also be a student's work, they are all very delicate, glittery and beautiful.
Among the many pieces in the glass case, there was a crown of gold. In thick glass, sitting majestically on a black cushion, it is a foundation made to knit in thin, twisted gold with lots of jewels. The edges were embedded with white, round gemstones to be equally spaced, and decorated on the front were large, clear blue stones.
The title was' Blessings'. The author's name resembles Krew a bit and feels intimate.
"Already. What are you lookin 'at!
That's when Leae's voice sounded and raised her face from the glass case. "If you're taking too long, that guy's gonna come after you -" he cuts angry mixed words, on the way.
Because I noticed what Krew was looking at.
"Ah." The Bloody Crown. "
"Eh."
If you look closely, there is certainly a glimmer, a trace, at the edge.
Though it looks like a light addition or subtraction, or a scar. When people say that the blood flowed is a dry trail, they see it as well -
Because that's what I was talking about scared.
"I found it!
"Ya-!"
I screamed at the voice I heard from nearby, haunted or something.
But what surprised me about that seemed to be the same for the other guy, and if you look back there, Lau's figure with her eyes closed tightly and her ears blocked with both hands.
Faster than he could untie from stiffness, there was a hand that pulled Krew's arm.
"Let's split up and run! I'm over here, you're over there!
"Yeah!"
"Let them get away with it!
Eventually Lau comes after Crewe with an angry look.
But in the displayed room of the exhibit, Crewe, the child, is more advantageous due to the fact that there are many hiding places, small and small turns. After a while, you lost sight of "Come out!" I heard her screaming. but there's no way I'm going to follow that. In the meantime, under the stairs!
That's how Crewe got, in the back of the exhibition room, in the corner.
"Ah."
Discover the downstairs stairs. Look, there's a single door at the end of the stairs. It's a bill that says' No Entry '- I'm sure that's it!
Hurry down the stairs and stick to the door. But.
"Oh, that, that?
The door knob doesn't turn. Push! Pull! Pull!
Apparently, it's locked. I want to open this place somehow, but unlocking it without a key is something that only a locksmith or a very bad person can do when they lose the key, and there's no way they can be crew -
"We're cornered!
When my voice looked up, there it was.
"I got your people, too. You're surrendering too much!
"Sorry, I got caught..."
Poor Lee looks, caught in the arm by his little dirty hand. How far are you from imitating your hands to your friends?
"If you do something weird to Lee, you just don't, you pervert!
But he doesn't move. Damn, I'm sighing. As it is, they'll even catch Crewe! What am I supposed to do?
When Lau tried to step up the stairs toward Crewe.
"Ku, to Ku, because there's still a reason I can't go home!
"What?"
Hearing his voice, his legs, stopped perfectly.
Can we do this? - Go on and breathe heavily.
"There's a fairy in the basement of the museum. Ku, Ku, Ku, they're here to see the fairy!
"To what, to see you?
"I'm a fairy."
"Fairy?"
"You're going to do me a favor!
He silenced the voice for a while. Put your arms together to think about what Krew said - but he didn't take Krew's thoughts for granted.
Eventually, he yelled at Crewe like this.
"If you think about what to say with concern and annoyance to adults, is that such a euphemism! Come on, man!
"Yes, I'm here, I'm here!
"There's no way you're here! You wasted your time for such a boring thing, you!
"It's not a waste! There's a fairy!
Why does it seem more angry than usual when you are made to curse from the top of the stairs? Lee tried to untie his restraint, saying, "Don't touch me, pervert!" and "Somebody come!" repeatedly. But also, he doesn't move.
Do you have any hands? At least if this door opens - when you think so.
"Ah."
On the stairs, a man appeared.
He's out to curse this one without ever getting tired of it - like, it looks like Crewe - and he hasn't noticed the guy who showed up behind it yet. The shadow of someone much bigger and much more trustworthy than Lau. But - now Krew is someone I didn't really want to see.
'Him' and his eyes met, and Crewe's upper lip, soared up. The joy of help coming and a little disappointment that he has come. There's no crew. I watched him grab his roots and raise his anger like this, sparing the two sentiments he had crossed.
"Throw this nasty man out of the museum!