Be a god in a survival game

Zheng Hope slowly raised his head and smiled at the old curator.

Just when the old curator thought he would definitely agree, and even couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he heard Zheng hope to refuse: "I'm sorry, I can't."

"Old comrade, don't bully me just because I'm young. I understand that there are no rules in everything. Rules can be established and cannot be broken. Even if you tell me now that the rules have changed, it will be after eight o'clock tomorrow morning. .”

"Because, as a night security guard, the rules I need to abide by are the rules you told me before I took up the job." Zheng hoped to say with a smile.

He suspects now that the old curator doesn't like him and wants to mess with him on purpose!

Tsk, maybe it's not that the old curator wants to mess with him, but that's how the game's test is set?
How could the old curator think that Zheng hoped that he could politely say no to him without mercy!

"You!" The old curator was so angry, his face twisted, and he said through gritted teeth, "You will definitely regret it!"

After letting go of these harsh words, he walked into the heavy rain without looking back.

Seeing the back of the old comrade leaving resolutely, Zheng hoped to shrug his shoulders and close the gate of the museum again.

Tsk, if I knew the rules would hurt me, why should I be so strict with others?

May I ask who has God spared?

For the first time, Zheng hoped to have a solemn expression on his face, giving people a feeling that he finally started to get serious.

Others watching from the perspective of God saw that the old curator disappeared quickly after walking into the dark rain, just like the grandparents and grandchildren begging for Zheng Hope.

This is really, lifting a rock and shooting yourself in the foot.

Perhaps he still had doubts in his heart, and he walked to the door again, only to find that the glass at the door was also dry.

Of course, at this moment Zheng hoped to have no knowledge of this.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that the old colleague is possessed by a depraved spirit, right? Wherever he goes, it rains, and he is specially made to get wet. Who made him always have a poker face."

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped, looked at the dark world outside through the glass window, and said to himself with a puzzled face: "Strange. Isn't it saying that it is raining now? Why is the rain on the glass?" There is no trace of rain, is it dry?"

"As the saying goes, a boy who loves to laugh will not have bad luck. This sentence is indeed true."

That old comrade always had a poker face, as if he had lost hundreds of dollars, no wonder he was favored by the God of Decline.

Just when he had just walked into the No. [-] exhibition hall, in the No. [-] exhibition hall, the sound of jingling piano sounded again!

Zheng hoped to complain in his heart, raised his foot, and walked towards the third exhibition hall.

Zheng hoped to scratch his head in doubt, "Could it be that... this is the legend... that there is rain in some areas?!"

As Zheng hoped to speak, he raised his hand and touched his face.

Zheng hoped to keep walking.

He speeded up and ran towards the third exhibition hall.

In order to get to the third exhibition hall faster, this time he directly chose to go to the second exhibition hall.

Zheng Hope just ran towards the third exhibition hall to see the situation there, but didn't notice the strangeness in the second exhibition hall.

In the second exhibition hall, all the exhibits are butterfly specimens.

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