There were seven bodies lying down around the Curseman Vase display case, like a strange, eerie flower blooming.
The petals of flesh and blood, and the stamen of gold and silver.
Under the light, the scarlet blood didn't overpower the color of the Curseman Vase; instead, the red offset it even more, making it more dazzling.
Everyone's eyes were glued to the strange and eerie scene, even the cameras.
Kieran was the only exception.
His eyes were locked on Porl Nelson throughout the process, and he captured a sense of shock and disbelief that flashed over Porl Nelson's face.
He also captured the deepest, darkest greed in the curator's heart! The greed that was branded in the bones!
"Damn it! What happened here? Hurry! Call the police again, tell them what happened here. I want them here as soon as possible! Everything has gone beyond our control!"
Porl Nelson yelled and rushed the security, who was lost.
