Extraordinary North America: Where are the magical partners?

Chapter 91 "Director, why are you doing this?"

New York, Museum of Natural History.

Although more than a week has passed since the robbery by the two rhinoceros brothers, neither the broken museum door nor the various artifacts damaged by bullets inside have been repaired yet.

Therefore, the museum announced a temporary closure for one month for comprehensive restoration.

Although it was still daytime, the museum was quiet. Only the busy figures of restorers were moving around, and there were no tourists to be seen.

"Hush, the curator is here."

The cultural relics restorers who were busy in the hall immediately stopped whispering, sat up straight, and glanced at Director McPhee who slowly walked in from the back door.

Ever since the museum was destroyed by those two thugs, the curator's face has always been gloomy, as if he was a powder keg that could be ignited at any time.

Even though the manager of the insurance company had repeatedly assured that compensation would be paid according to the policy, not a penny less, this did not reduce the curator's temper at all.

They all knew that what Director McPhee cared about was not the money, but the cultural relics.

This is a man who has devoted his entire life to nature conservation and cultural heritage protection. Although he has a strange temper, he is definitely worthy of respect.

However, today was different from the past. The moment the curator stepped through the threshold, instead of having a gloomy face, his face was filled with a long-lost excited smile. This sudden change made everyone feel a little strange.

"Director, what are you doing?" an employee asked curiously.

Director McPhee smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

"Uh, it's okay."

The employee, who had worked in the museum for decades and had never seen the director smile, was so scared that he immediately shook his head.

Director McPhee didn't mind and waved his hand, "Don't be so nervous. You've worked hard. Let's put today's work aside and enjoy some coffee and afternoon tea. It's my treat."

Seeing the little old man swinging his stick with a happy look on his face, everyone looked at each other in surprise.

After a while, inside the office.

Director McPhee took down three hard-cover books from the shelf behind him and placed them one by one on the desk.

Treasure Island, Gulliver's Travels, and The Mysterious Island.

He tore apart the hand-drawn map illustrations of the authors in the three books one by one, then put the three pictures together. Finally, he carefully followed the information he had previously received, overlapping and changing the angles of the longitude and latitude coordinates in the lower right corner of each illustration, as if he was playing a sophisticated jigsaw puzzle game.

After several attempts, he finally got a completely new coordinate point.

O 150 degrees 30 minutes 43 seconds

S 34 degrees 57 minutes 23 seconds

"Sangaofu bitch!!!"

Director McPhee, who had been a gentleman all his life, couldn't help but spit out a swear word. He slammed the table excitedly and almost jumped up from his chair.

"The mysterious island that old bastard Jones was talking about turned out to be real. There really is a mysterious island."

The curator looked at the string of coordinates in front of him and muttered to himself in shock. As a fan of Jules Verne, he knew exactly what this meant.

If there is a mysterious island, doesn’t that mean the inner world in “Journey to the Center of the Earth” and the Nautilus in “Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea” also exist in reality!
"Ha ha ha ha."

After the shock came ecstasy. As a historian who has devoted his life to searching for ancient relics and eager to explore unknown natural scenery, the confirmed mysterious island before him is undoubtedly the holy land he has always dreamed of.

He quickly noted the coordinates and began to organize items that might be needed in the office.

According to Jones, they would leave in a few days at the earliest, and he had to make sure everything was ready, especially bringing a few extra cameras to record this historic moment.

"Wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be right here waiting for you~~~ (This feeling can be waited for)"

The cheerful curator seemed like a different person at this moment. His face was filled with a big smile, and he even hummed a melodious tune unconsciously. His every move revealed unprecedented ease and joy.

If someone else saw such a scene, they would be shocked.

And that is indeed the case.
Rango stood aside, witnessing the curator's slightly stiff but struggling body, as well as his joyful dancing. He swallowed back the words he was about to say.

The curator seemed to have noticed something and turned back suddenly. His twisting movements froze instantly and he looked a little embarrassed.

"Lanlango, why did you come in without knocking?" he asked calmly.

"You didn't close the door either." Rango spread his hands innocently.

The curator was stunned. He must have been too excited when he entered and forgot to close the door.

He coughed twice, quickly adjusted his mood, sat back in his chair, and resumed his usual posture. "Aren't you on vacation? The museum will be closed for a month for renovation. What are you doing here?"

Rango looked at the curator's warm smile and felt a little uncomfortable. He wrinkled his nose and was about to answer. But the curator asked first, "Do you want another recommendation letter or a salary increase? Speaking of which, you fought off those two armed gangsters last time, and I, as the curator, should give you a reward, but I've been busy with other things recently and forgot about it. So, how about this?"

After thinking for a while, he raised his eyebrows and smiled at Rango, "I heard from Teddy before that you don't have any other hobbies except smoking and drinking. It just so happens that I have a few boxes of precious Cohiba Grande Pyramid cigars and two bottles of Burgundy's top Pinot Noir wine at home, all given by old friends. I am not very interested in them myself, so this time I will give them all to you!"

It's strange to say, according to his previous personality, McPhee would at most give promotions and salary increases to employees who made contributions, but when it comes to Rango, he always can't help but want to give him something more.

As soon as McPhee saw him, he admired him.

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Rango pursed his lips slightly. He had no reason to refuse. This was a reward from his boss and he deserved it.

Then, he directly stated the purpose of his visit, "Director, do you know Indiana Jones?"

The smile on the curator's face froze slightly after hearing the name, and then he said truthfully, "I know him. Many of the cultural relics in our museum were donated by him, and we have been good friends for many years in private."

"I understand." Rango nodded slightly.

When Rango learned from Jones that the curator was also going to explore the mysterious island with him, he thought that the old bastard was using some means to hold the curator hostage to threaten him.

If Dom hadn't been trying to stop me, I would have almost killed him with one punch.

Now it seems that these two people are not only close friends, but judging from the excitement with which the curator dances, he does not look like he is being threatened at all.

"Director, you have always taken good care of me since the first day I started working here. It is no exaggeration to say that you have shown great care and concern for me."

Rango's tone was sincere and genuine. "That's why I want to advise you not to go to that mysterious island. According to Jones, the island is full of ghosts. If you, a group of elderly tourists, go there, you will be dead."

The curator was confused by his words. After sorting out his thoughts, he asked in confusion, "Jones also invited you to go? It's strange. How can you, at such a young age, get involved with an old man like him?"

"Because I'm a demon hunter." Rango smiled calmly and spread his hands: "He needs to find a capable demon hunter to protect the safety of this elderly group, so he came to me."

"Bullshit! How can a security guard like you be a witcher?" The curator looked incredulous.

Rango didn't say much, he just stood up, took light steps, and his figure instantly disappeared from the curator's astonished eyes.

Then, a warm hand gently rested on the curator's shoulder. He turned around suddenly and saw that Rango had quietly appeared behind him with a faint smile on his face.

"Is this a superpower?" The curator was stunned and asked in disbelief.

"It's okay if you understand it this way." Rango did not deny it and continued to persuade him: "Director, you are in a high position and have a wide range of knowledge. You should have heard of the existence of some supernatural powers."

"I can tell you directly that the world we live in is far more complicated and dangerous than it appears on the surface. You haven't experienced it because you haven't been exposed to it yet. But when you are exposed to it, it will be too late."

He bent down and looked directly into the director's eyes, his tone full of sincerity and concern: "Director, you have a billionaire's fortune and a prominent social status, why do you take such a risk? Isn't it better to just enjoy your current life? Why do you have to be like the young people, chasing after those illusory things with great fanfare?"

Faced with Rango's heartfelt words, the curator did not refute immediately, but silently looked at the novel "Mysterious Island" on the table, as if thinking about something.

The atmosphere in the room slowly became quiet.

After a long time, the curator finally spoke in a steady and deep voice, "You are right. I am already quite old, with both money and status. I really shouldn't act impulsively like young people, grabbing a bag and ready to go out for adventure."

Hearing this, Rango's tense nerves relaxed a little, but the curator's next words made him fall silent again.

"But Rango, do you know why I am always the first to arrive at the museum and the last to leave every day?"

The curator answered his own questions, his eyes flashing with nostalgia and persistence for the past years, "Because I like it here. In the museum, I seem to be able to travel through time and space, and find myself in the vast African grasslands or the deep Amazon jungle, far away from the hustle and bustle and indifference of the city."

"In my life, I have never had a partner or children, but I am not alone. Only these silent old friends accompany me - the lifelike wild animals in the African Pavilion, the solemn knight statues in the European Pavilion, the profound ink paintings in the Asian Pavilion, and the dog-headed guards in the Egyptian Pavilion who seem to be guarding ancient secrets..."

“I am alone, but I own the whole world.”

"I have dedicated my life to these cultural relics and the beauty of nature. I have never regretted it because this is my passion."

"Rango, you can't understand the excitement and ecstasy I felt when I learned that the mysterious island really existed. This is the dream I have pursued all my life! If I could, I would rather collapse in the pursuit of my dream than spend the rest of my life in a hospital bed."

The curator's eyes became firm and bright. "You asked me why I had to go. I think the answer may be on the way."

After saying these words, the curator picked up the package he had packed, glanced at Rango who was silent beside him, then stood up and prepared to leave.

Just as he was about to step out of the office threshold, a vibrant voice sounded from behind: "Hey——"

The curator turned around and saw Rango shrugged at him and said, "Do you mind if there is one more young person in the elderly tour group? But I will warn you in advance that I will not help you carry your bags or luggage."

When the curator heard this, he was stunned at first, and then the two of them smiled at each other, with similar light flashing in their eyes.

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