I played the world alone

Chapter 168 Specimen
In the blink of an eye, the giant snake has shrunk from the original 80 meters to [-] meters...

50 meters...

20 meters...

ten meters...

In the end, what was left was only the length of an ordinary big snake, about three meters.

This level is at least not that uncommon.

And the white snake in this pocket size looks even cuter.

Although Lu Chen still couldn't accept this slippery reptile, it was at least a little more pleasing to the eye than before.

He lifted it up by the tail, didn't want to touch it too much, and threw it directly into the storage space.

"Then the next step is to find a suitable sealing place for it."

As for this, in fact, he had already thought about this in advance when he accompanied his girlfriend to visit various scenic spots in the city these days, and after paying attention, he really found a pretty good place.

It should neither be too noticeable, but also have enough places for it to rest.

It would be best if there was a similar white snake in the first place.

"Let's go, I'll find you a good place to sleep. Before the main show starts, you should slowly adjust your state..."

In a flash, Lu Chen turned into a bat and quickly flew away in the night sky.

……

Field Museum of Natural Biology.

Under the night, Mr. Field, the owner of the museum, looked at the desolate scene at the door. There were no more than ten guests all day today. He sighed helplessly, locked the door, and planned to drive home.

This is the No. 17 year he has been running this private museum.

To be honest, when he was still young, with his love for natural creatures, he enthusiastically invested all his savings in it, and later opened this museum.

But the reality is often very cruel.

He had to admit that his financial resources were not rich at all, and he couldn't collect those particularly precious things, and of course they couldn't compare with those national-level museums.

So far, among the thousands of objects he has collected, they are all relatively ordinary biological specimens. The rarest one is a beautiful butterfly that traveled across the ocean. It was worth at least tens of thousands of pounds at those auctions, and he carefully collected it as the treasure of the town hall.

Not to mention the rest.

It is estimated that the thief would shake his head in disappointment and leave when he came here, and then leave him a Periplaneta americana out of sympathy as compensation.

By now, he had begun to recognize the reality.

He has to think about it for life, instead of indulging in those meaningless dreams.

If he could have recognized this earlier, maybe his wife would not have divorced him at that time.

Especially now that his only daughter is suffering from a very troublesome immunodeficiency disease and is in urgent need of huge medical expenses.

He is already trying to contact buyers to see if he can sell some of the items in the museum to relieve the pressure temporarily.

The only bad thing is that those private collectors will not sympathize with him because of this, and may even open their mouths and bite hard because he is desperately short of money now, keeping the price very low and leaving no room for negotiation at all!
"Damn bastard!"

He slammed the steering wheel hard, but lowered his head weakly.

The reality is like this, if he can't find other more suitable and generous buyers, then he can only sell these precious collections at a low price for the sake of his daughter's life.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, there was a sound of glass colliding, which woke up Field, who was suffering from a headache, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of his own museum.

Doubtful.

"Someone?"

Although he felt that this place was so poor that there should be no thieves staring at it, but out of caution, he did not drive away. Instead, he got out of the car and took out a metal baseball bat from the trunk, weighed it and held it tightly in his hand.

Then, step by step, he walked carefully to the entrance of the museum.

"Click"

open the door.

He fumbled and pressed the light switch, and the dark room was brightened instantly.

The leaves of various lush plants on both sides of the corridor swayed gently, as if welcoming the return of his master.

He swallowed, staring fixedly at some shadowy corners inside, clenched the baseball bat tightly, and moved inside step by step.

While walking, speak in as relaxed a tone as possible.

"Hey man, you should know, I don't have anything of value here."

The only specimen of that butterfly was hidden in the safe by him, so there was no need to worry about it being snatched away.

"If you have any difficulties, you can come out and talk to me, maybe I can have a drink with you."

He darted around a corner, but there was no expected attack.

The inside of the museum is not big, and if the other party is really a thief, there is nowhere to hide.

He checked the windows and other places suspiciously, and confirmed that there were indeed no signs of damage or being opened.

"Is it an illusion?"

He slowly put down his baseball bat and looked around, frowning.

He has stayed here for more than ten years, and it is impossible not to notice the changes.

Suddenly, his gaze fell into a transparent sealed glass jar not far away, he was slightly taken aback, and then walked forward slowly with some strangeness.

I saw a few big snakes in the jar.

But of course, all of them are well-made specimens, which have been treated with embalming, and only from the outside, they look almost the same as when they were alive.

There are black king snakes, pythons, rattlesnakes and other well-known snakes, and of course there are pure white very beautiful snakes.

This guy doesn't stand out in size among those big snakes, it's just that he looks very good-looking, so he stays here.

but……

He looked at the white snake carefully.

Slightly dazed, he even rubbed his eyes.

"Before... was it like this?"

Although they are all in the posture of coiling up for self-defense, but he has watched it countless times day after day, and he has already been familiar with everything here, and he can see at a glance that there seem to be some very subtle changes now.

It's just that I can't tell what's wrong.

To put it bluntly, it seems that the texture of the muscles, the smoothness of the scales, and the overall appearance are a little more beautiful than before.

If it was just a vulgar thing before, now it is like a handicraft carefully crafted by a master, which is very attractive.

If you measure it from the simplest value, the price is probably at least five times higher than before!
"Yes...is the lighting effect better at night?"

He thought about it carefully, and began to think about whether he could try to open night tour tickets in the future. Although it might be a little harder, it might have a miraculous effect.

Just then, the cell phone in his pocket rang, instantly drawing his attention away from the snake.

"Oh Mr Dicko..."

"I think I've made it very clear to you before... No, no, I know the prices of these collections very well. You should really think about it again..."

While answering the phone, he turned and walked towards the door.

After the lights were turned off and the door was locked again, some arguing sounds could still be faintly heard outside the door.

What no one knew was that the white snake's pupils turned slightly in the darkness.

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(End of this chapter)