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The place of appointment is really a city well-known gallery, because it is already night, so the lights around the gallery are all dark.
There was something eerie about looking at it from afar.
Peter Murray looked at Blanca mockingly as he got out of the car, “You’re not scared, Blanca, so you’re afraid of ghosts?”
“You’re the one who’s afraid of ghosts.”
Blanca did not have a good temper back, but is squeezed their school bag.
She actually had a particularly scary experience as a child, especially afraid of being in the dark …
It is as if the whole world is left alone.
Blanca also followed Peter Murray, Peter Murray seems to have sensed her nervousness and deliberately slipped the person to the front, “What are you doing behind me? Will I eat you?”
“… Peter Murray, will you shut up.”
Blanca now would have been worried enough, but Peter Murray still has to joke with himself.
“Hey, where’s the guy you’re supposed to meet?”
When she reached the door, Blanca saw the locked door of the art museum and suddenly had the illusion of being counted.
“Maybe they’re on their way here? I’ll make a phone call to hurry up.”
Peter Murray stepped aside to make a call, and Blanca took the opportunity to get her phone out and realized that Matthew Grant hadn’t contacted her.
Was he really angry?
She wanted to call, but then suddenly she saw a fat middle-aged man panting and running, followed by Peter Murray greeting someone, “Tam, sorry to call you here in the middle of the night.”
“I’m sorry to call you here in the middle of the night.” “Look what you’re saying, Mr. Murray ordered me to come.
As Tam said this, he opened the door of the museum. During the conversation, Blanca realized that Tam was the director of the museum and had been working there for more than twenty years. He has been here almost since the establishment of the museum.
Peter Murray had often worked with Tam in the past, so he was familiar with him.
Tam was the first to enter and had already turned on the lights of the museum, “Our museum covers an indoor area of more than two thousand square meters, but you won’t use that much, when the time comes, we will divide it into three exhibition halls for you.”
Tam said, Blanca has walked in, reflected in front of the eyes is first of all a long corridor, on both sides of the corridor hanging beautiful lights, mapping the wall of the fiction, or abstract or art, looks very high.
“Will we be exhibiting here then? And these paintings on the promenade …?” Blanca asked.
If we put Mr. Grant’s paintings here, then the ones on the wall must be put away.
“Yes, you don’t have to worry about these, we will have storage.” Tam said, “I’ve worked with Mr. Murray a lot before, so today is really just another check on the venue and the schedule, our gallery is still pretty full, but you can use it next Thursday.”
We had a good conversation.
Blanca walked through all three halls of the exhibition, her legs were numb, Tam left first because of a family matter, Blanca rubbed her sore legs and feet and sat at the entrance of the museum, the moon was already hanging high outside the window.
It had been an exhausting day, and until now, Blanca had been a little sad.
“Still thinking about that thing?” Peter Murray suddenly came out from behind him, and his voice woke up Blanca who was trapped in her memories.