Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 215: Save the Museum: Lolita Special Forces! (asking for monthly tickets)
new York.

Of course, it needs to be emphasized.

It's not the New York with Stark Group, nor the New York with Vought Corporation, but another New York with MIB, The Cabin in the Woods, and Hotel Transylvania.

It was late at night, but the Museum of Natural History near Manhattan's Central Park was still brightly lit, with occasional roars and noise breaking the tranquility of the night.

"Miss."

Two patrolmen stood outside the museum gate, their eyes penetrating the figure of the woman in front of them and casting vigilant glances into the museum.

However, apart from a ray of light coming through the crack in the door, they found nothing.

The young police officer calmly glanced at the striking outline of the woman's chest, coughed lightly, and said seriously: "It is difficult for us to report to our superiors. Did you know that the police station has received dozens of complaints about the museum disturbing the public?"

Heather forced a smile, then gently closed the door behind her and shook her head: "Our staff is working overtime to restore the cultural relics. I'm sorry, no matter what you say, I can't let you in. Those cultural relics are extremely precious, you'd better leave as soon as possible."

The two police officers looked at each other and read something wrong from each other's eyes.

The woman in front of him not only looked nervous, but also had a hint of worry in her eyes.
Thinking of this, they all put their hands on their tactical belts, quietly opened the safety of their pistols, and asked cautiously: "Madam, are there any black or colored people threatening you?"

"Ok?"

Heather was stunned for a moment, then shook her head. But just as she was about to explain, the door behind her was suddenly opened.

Kevin, a black man who was hired by Rango to work as a night security guard a few months ago, rushed out with an unhappy look on his face: "This is a museum, you have no rights!"

"Stop!"

"Put your hands where I can see them!"

The two policemen who were originally discussing things with Heather immediately drew their guns and pointed them at Kevin, shouting and threatening, "Laydown, Now!"

".Shit!"

Kevin cursed helplessly, raised his hands skillfully and lay on the ground.

After spending so much time with white people, I almost forgot my own skin color.

"Don't be afraid ma'am."

The young police officer quickly took out handcuffs from his waist and was about to put them on Kevin. Then he turned to Heather, winked, and said gently, "You are safe now."

Another more experienced police officer even put his knee on Kevin's neck and angrily cursed: "Damn it, do you think this is Queens? How dare you commit a crime in my jurisdiction!"

As he said this, he raised his hand and was ready to slap him, but at this moment, a shield with the logo of a wooden house inlaid on it suddenly appeared in front of him.

Looking at the shield, the old police officer narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression became solemn. He turned his gaze to Heather who was holding the shield tightly, and asked in a deep voice: "Where are you from?"

Heather nodded slightly and said seriously: "Some abnormal situations did happen in the museum, but this is not something you can control. Kevin is not a criminal, he is also one of us."

"I understand."

Upon hearing this, the old police officer quickly loosened his knees, smiled awkwardly, and then helped Kevin up from the ground. "Sorry, man, if that's the case, then you guys are busy, we'll leave first."

After saying that, he winked at the still confused young police officer, forced him into the car, and drove away from the museum as quickly as possible.

In the past few days, for unknown reasons, incidents of dark creatures wreaking havoc on the vast land of North America have become more and more frequent.

The department specifically responsible for handling such incidents, called "The Wooden House", has therefore frequently appeared among the people.

Ordinary people may not know anything about this, but on the Upper East Side, almost all senior police officers who frequently work with the police and various departments know about this department with a wooden house logo.

Many people even joked that wherever the wooden house appeared, there must be monsters lurking. That was why they evacuated in such a hurry.

On the other side, Heather turned to Kevin and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"Compared to the past, this time it's considered quite light, at least I didn't get electrocuted." Kevin smiled nonchalantly, then looked worried again: "But what should we do here in the museum?"

Heather's face was also full of worry. She sighed softly and slowly opened the door again.

Immediately afterwards, waves of deafening roars and roars came from inside the museum, as if to tear the entire space apart.

The specimen statues came to life, running around and screaming as if they had gone crazy, and the museum, which had been repaired not long ago, was once again in a mess.

But what is even more worrying is that these crazy collections are covered with all kinds of cracks, as if they will collapse and disintegrate at any time.

Among them, the most serious situation is Stan, the largest Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton in the museum.

In the past, it always loved to play the game of chasing bones at night, but now, after experiencing that period of unexplained irritability, Stan's skeleton is full of cracks. His huge body can no longer support himself and can only fall to the ground weakly, whimpering sadly.

"Does it hurt, Stan?"

Emma squatted beside him, gently stroking Stan's head, her eyes full of heartache and worry.

Before going to the witch academy, she would sit on Stan's head and play almost every night. In Emma's heart, this huge Tyrannosaurus Rex is as close to her as a pet.

However, compared to Stan, there are many collections in the museum that don't even have the chance to feel pain. The giant stone statues at the corners, the dog-headed pharaoh guards, and the numerous wild man statues had all mysteriously broken a few days ago and turned into fragments all over the ground.

Back in the museum, Heather turned over and over the gold medal of the Pharaoh that was originally placed in the Egyptian Pavilion on the workbench and examined it carefully.

Before leaving, Rango specifically told her to take out the gold medal and bathe it in the moonlight every night, otherwise the gold medal would gradually decay and lose its magic of resurrection.

Heather has been following this instruction. Since becoming the assistant curator, she would place the gold medal outside the skylight on the top floor almost every night after dark, letting it bathe in the moonlight for two hours before leaving with peace of mind.

But now.
She stared at the gold medal in front of her, which was emitting a golden halo and was almost impossible to look at directly.

Is it because it was overexposed to the sun?
"Crack-"

Accompanied by a violent sound of bone cracking, the Tyrannosaurus Rex Stan lying on the ground could not survive. His head shattered into pieces and fell weakly to the ground.

"Stan!"

Emma exclaimed, staring blankly at the skull fragment belonging to Stan in her hand.

At this moment, not only Stan, but also the specimens and statues that had persisted for several days were shattered one after another, and the empty museum floor was soon filled with piles of debris.

The normal people who stayed in the museum all had sad expressions on their faces when they saw this scene. Especially Kevin, who spent almost every night with these collections. Compared with the hustle and bustle of the outside world, the museum at night was like a peaceful paradise, an ideal utopia.

hum-

A mechanical induction sound suddenly rang out, and Megan reflexively took out the vacuum cleaner from behind the workbench, ready to clean the museum spotlessly.

However, Heather was quick-witted and quickly stopped this diligent cyber loli.

You know, there are precious cultural relics in here. If they are sucked into the vacuum cleaner, God knows whether they can be restored intact.

Wednesday, who had been sitting behind the service desk in silence, suddenly spoke up with a hint of confusion in his tone: "Since this gold medal was unearthed together with the pharaoh's coffin in the Egyptian exhibition hall, didn't you ask the pharaoh about this situation?"

Heather smiled bitterly and shook her head, "I asked it a long time ago, but unfortunately..."

She pointed to a dried corpse sealed in a vacuum bag in the corner. "When the gold medal changed, he lost all his vitality and turned into a dried corpse again."

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Wednesday was speechless. He shrugged his shoulders and ignored the matter.

Although she was dragged by Emma to the museum to play almost every night since she moved in, she was a dull person and did not have any special feelings for these collections that seemed to come alive at night.

However, Emma is completely different. Since the Yellow-Eyed Demon was destroyed, her personality has become more emotional, and she simply cannot accept that the collections she regarded as friends are disappearing before her eyes.

She stood up and trotted to Wednesday, shaking his shoulders and said coquettishly, "Help me, Wednesday, do you want to see them die like this? There must be a way, right?"

“I’m not familiar with them.”

Wednesday rolled his eyes helplessly. "Besides, I'm not a pharaoh. I don't even understand why a gold medal can bring these stuffed statues back to life."

Emma refused to give up. She held Wednesday's hand and pleaded, "Why don't you ask your mother? Your mother is so famous in the dark world. Maybe she knows a solution."

"no!"

Wednesday refused without a second thought: "She was already very angry because I dropped out of the Witch Academy without permission. I don't want to go and beg her."

"This is not okay, and that is not okay. How dare you say you are my friend!"

Emma heard this and immediately shook off Wednesday's hand in dissatisfaction, as if she was betrayed by her good friend. She snorted coldly and turned her back.

Wednesday looked at Emma's back, and after a moment of silence, he said unhappily, "When Sister Mavis was here, didn't she say that there was a mummy in the Elf Hotel that had lived for thousands of years? Since this pharaoh is no longer useful, why don't we just find an even older one?"

"Um?!"

After hearing this, Emma turned around in surprise, and a smile appeared on her face again: "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go to Sister Mavis's house!"

After saying that, she took Wednesday's hand, called Megan, and ran out in a hurry.

Seeing this, Heather couldn't help but persuade him: "I have contacted Rango with the paper Yumi left behind. He should be back soon. Let him do it."

"How long will it take?"

Emma said without looking back: "I will use my own method to save the museum!"

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Shortly after.

Hotel Transylvania in Brooklyn.

Sitting on a sofa in the hall, Murray looked at the three young faces in front of him staring at him, then looked down at the golden Pharaoh's medal on the table that was shining with golden light. He couldn't help scratching his bandaged head, looking a little confused.

"You said this thing is broken?"

"Yes."

The three little ones nodded quickly. Emma explained, "Since three days ago, every resurrected collection in the museum has begun to change its temperament. They have become irritable, angry, and even crazy. Then, cracks began to appear in their bodies. So far, more than half of the specimens and statues in the entire museum have died."

"Uh"

After hearing this, Murray politely corrected him, "In fact, they are dead things. The word 'dead' cannot be used. You should say that they have lost the magic of resurrection, or it would be more appropriate to say that they have lost their vitality."

Then, without waiting for Emma to continue speaking, he picked up the Pharaoh's gold medal, looked at it carefully, and said in a deep voice: "Strange. If I remember correctly, there should be a dazzling ruby ​​on the top of this gold medal. Why is there only a medal left now?"

"Ok?"

Emma and Wednesday looked at each other and asked curiously, "Do you know the origin of this Pharaoh's gold medal?"

Murray smiled, revealing two rows of white teeth on his fat, bandaged face, looking quite kind.

He did not answer their question directly, but asked: "Have you heard of the story of the Ten Plagues recorded in the Bible?"

Emma shook her head in bewilderment, obviously knowing nothing about it. Wednesday said nothing, for she, a witch, had never read the Bible.

Instead, Megan tilted her head and uttered a clear electronic voice: "Legend has it that around 1400 BC, the ancient Egyptian pharaoh imprisoned Hebrews and used them as coolies. When the Hebrew gods learned of this, they threatened the Pharaoh with ten disasters, demanding that he return the freedom of the Hebrews."

"But Pharaoh was stubborn and did not accept the threats from the Hebrew gods. So the gods told Moses and Aaron to perform many miracles in front of Pharaoh and bring ten great plagues to Egypt."

"The ten major plagues are the plague of blood, the plague of frogs, the plague of lice, the plague of flies, the plague of livestock, the plague of boils, the plague of hail, the plague of locusts, the plague of darkness, and the plague of the firstborn." Megan's voice was clear and accurate as she listed the ten major plagues one by one.

Listening to Megan's words, Murray nodded slightly, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes: "Pharaoh survived the first nine plagues, but he could not survive the last one. That night, from Pharaoh on the throne to the maid behind the millstone, all the firstborn sons and all the firstborn livestock will die. There will be great wailing throughout the land of Egypt, and there will be no house without a death."

Looking at Murray in front of her in deep thought, Emma whispered to Megan, “Who are the Hebrews? Why have I never heard of them?”

Megan explained softly: "They are the ancestors of the Jews. In later generations, especially the Israelites, they have always been proud to compare themselves to the orthodox Hebrews."

"Oh~" Emma nodded thoughtfully, "No wonder Pharaoh was unwilling to surrender~"

Murray, who was always kind, now looked as terribly gloomy as the sky before a storm.

He said in a deep voice: "In that distant era, the Hebrews were like greedy locusts, constantly trying to take over the most fertile and rich land on earth. Hundreds of thousands of them poured into Egypt like a tide, bribed officials, and attempted to launch a coup, but they were discovered by the wise Pharaoh, who imprisoned them all and turned them into coolies."

"They should be grateful for the mercy of the Pharaoh for being able to survive, but these guys shamelessly prayed to their gods, claiming that they were persecuted. And the most damnable thing is..."

Murray's voice was filled with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Their gods actually believed these guys' lies and brought down ten plagues on Egypt!"

"Who is their god?" Emma asked cautiously.

"God! Fucking God!"

Murray cursed loudly, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger in his heart. "One day, I will bring the glory of the Egyptian gods and kill my way to heaven! Kill all the hypocritical angels! Give the hypocritical old man God the most cruel insect punishment!"

A breath of death and ruin emanated from the bandages, as if even the air had become heavy. Emma and the other two sitting opposite, including the usually calm Wednesday, could not help but step back and look at the angry mummy Murray in horror.

Murray took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, looked at the gold medal in front of him, and said bitterly: "The Pharaoh who lost his eldest son was heartbroken. After returning the freedom of hundreds of thousands of Hebrews, he held the body of his eldest son and knelt in front of the statue of Osiris, the Egyptian god who controls death and rebirth, for seven days and seven nights. He did not expect the gods to help him deal with God, but only prayed that they could save his child."

"Perhaps the gods felt guilty, and on the night of the seventh day, a gold medal inlaid with red gems appeared before the Pharaoh."

"The Gold Medal of Resurrection and the Gem of Death, when combined into one, you will have the power of eternal life."

At this point, Murray's tone became somewhat sad. "With the help of this treasure, the Pharaoh resurrected his eldest son, but he did not know that the price of resurrecting his child was his own life. The Death Gem absorbed all of the Pharaoh's vitality, and then transmitted it to his child's body through the Resurrection Medal."

"Because of this, although his child came back to life and had an immortal life, he himself fell under the statue of the god and closed his eyes forever."

After hearing this story, Emma and the others looked at each other in shock. Judging from the reaction of the mummy Murray in front of them, the eldest son of the pharaoh who was resurrected and gained eternal life was probably himself.

As expected, Murray then directly admitted: "After my father died, I was crowned as the new Pharaoh. As for the reason for my resurrection, everyone thought that my father's actions moved the gods, so they resurrected me. They didn't know about the existence of the eternal life gold medal. They just regarded it as an ordinary treasure."

"Fifty years later, I swallowed a drug that could cause me to fake my death, and attempted to leave Egypt to find a way to deal with God. Unexpectedly, my stupid children turned me into a mummy!"

Murray shook his head helplessly. "But it's good this way. When people see me like this, they will think of my father who gave his life for me. Being a mummy is actually not bad."

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After listening to the story, Emma scratched her head and asked in confusion: "So what does this have to do with what happened in our museum?"

Murray shrugged lightly and explained casually, "There is an old saying in the East, 'Yin alone cannot survive, Yang alone cannot survive.' It seems that although the Resurrection Medal has the magical ability to revive statues and specimens at night, without the Death Gem to balance it out, over time, those specimens and statues will not be able to withstand the overly powerful vitality of the Medal, so they will become excited and irritable, and even explode and shatter in the end."

"Oh, I see!" Emma suddenly realized, jumped up from the sofa, and said excitedly, "That is to say, as long as we find the death gem and put it on the gold medal, everything can be restored to normal, right?"

"That's true in theory." At this time, Murray had returned to his previous silly and kind appearance. He nodded his chubby head and agreed with Emma's opinion.

However, Wednesday frowned and said, "But where can we find the Death Stone? The little pharaoh in the museum has been cracked into a mummy, and as for Uncle Murray, he doesn't know what happened next. We don't have any clues at all."

"Why don't we go ask his parents?"

Emma's mouth curled up slightly, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I heard the little Pharaoh complain before, saying that his parents were also dug out of the pyramid. If we take the gold medal over and revive them, can't we ask for clues about the gems?"

".Okay." Wednesday thought about it and nodded slightly. This was indeed a solution.

At this time, Murray, who was sitting opposite them, suddenly coughed a few times, then waved his hand and said to them with an awkward smile: "Well, actually, what I just said about God was just a joke. Don't take it seriously. I am actually a very kind person."

"Murray!"

But just as he finished speaking, the werewolf Wayne's complaint suddenly came from the corridor of the hotel, "The two angels imprisoned in your room started wailing again, damn it! You sadist, can't you give them a quick death?!"

"Uh." Murray looked at the three pairs of wide eyes in front of him, smiled sheepishly, then greased his feet and quickly slid away from the scene.

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After he left, Emma looked at Wednesday and Megan beside her, her eyes flashing with excitement, and said eagerly: "Let's go quickly too."

"Where to go?"

"Go find the little Pharaoh's parents."

Wednesday heard this and immediately grabbed Emma's shoulders, her eyes full of helplessness and speechlessness. Looking at the expectant little face in front of her, she said, "You mean, we should just go around the world looking for the sacred objects left by the ancient Egyptian gods?"

She tapped Emma's forehead in dissatisfaction and continued, "Heather has already sent a message to your uncle. He will probably come back from another world soon. Isn't it better to let him do this?"

"Hmm~" Emma was immediately unhappy after hearing this. She pouted and said, "But it would be better if we could solve it ourselves, wouldn't it?"

Seeing that Wednesday was still unmoved, Emma continued, with a hint of pleading and determination in her voice: "Uncle is always on his adventures, traveling around and exploring the unknown."

"Although your parents stay in the castle every day now, they must have had many exciting adventures when they were young."

"And sister Mavis too, she has her own adventures, but what about us?"

Emma took Wednesday's hands and looked into her eyes, her eyes sincere and full of expectation: "Come on, good friend, it's time for us to have an adventure of our own!"

As she spoke, her right hand naturally stretched out, her eyes fixed on the other person.

Wednesday looked at the little girl in front of him who was full of expectation and prayer. After a long while, he sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness and pampering in his voice: "You are so annoying. I regret meeting you!"

After saying that, she stretched out her small, jade-white hand and gently placed it on the back of Emma's hand.

Emma smiled proudly, then looked at Megan, "What are you waiting for, Megan! You are the only one missing! The three of us together can form the most perfect adventure team!"

Megan tilted her head and said bluntly: "I don't think this would be a good idea if you were in danger."

Emma interrupted directly: "In your system command level, I am second only to my uncle and Teddy. Now, I formally request you to join me in completing the mission of saving the museum!"

Megan blinked when she heard this, then reached out and placed her hands on the backs of Emma and Wednesday's hands.

“Yeah—!”

Emma pumped her fist excitedly. "This time, let the three of us save the museum! When uncle comes back, he must be so surprised that his eyes almost fall out!"

"Hehe, so where are the little Pharaoh's parents?"

“The British Museum!”

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Happy National Day everyone, this is just one chapter for today.

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