Since he couldn't find the museum's location or sense its mental radiation,
wouldn't approaching the Museum of Calamities by entering a bottle be a perfectly reasonable course of action?
Lu Xin didn't quite understand why Han Bing had suddenly gone silent.
Not only had she gone silent, but a burst of commotion came from the other end of the channel. It seemed someone had taken over the microphone, and then a somewhat aged but calm and rational voice rang out. It was Professor Bai, whom Lu Xin had spoken with before.
"Lone Soldier, what are you planning to do?"
"..."
"My plan is pretty simple."
Lu Xin said, "I just want to see whether it can collect me."
Professor Bai: "..."
Clearly, he was a little dumbfounded too.
"In theory..."
He hesitated. After saying half a sentence, his tone grew uncertain, then he said irritably, "In theory, this is also a load of nonsense."
Lu Xin retorted, "I'm being very rigorous."
Professor Bai was silent for a moment before asking, "How do you plan to make the museum collect you voluntarily?"
Lu Xin said, "You just said that this museum can be attracted by pain and misfortune, and voluntarily appear before people?"
Professor Bai understood what Lu Xin meant and said, "According to the legends, the Museum of Calamities does indeed seem to possess this trait."
"But it can now be confirmed that the Museum of Calamities belongs to the Archbishop of Calamity. There must be some sort of connection between them. Even if you have a trait that can guarantee you'll attract the Museum of Calamities, it still won't collect you voluntarily. After all, it might... be afraid of you."
Lu Xin ignored the latter part of Professor Bai's words and pondered. "But there are many people on this