The door of Jian Studio was closed, and a gap was missing, and the dark lights inside could be seen.
Yu Xing licked his dry lips, with a hint of excitement in his eyes. He wanted to reach out and push the door, but when he touched the door, he stopped his movements, but instead turned his back toward the door, and bent his fingers and knocked.
As viewers of the exhibition, they should be more polite about meeting several well-known painters and the exhibition leaders.
"Dongdongdongdongdong."
As he knocked on the door, a few dull sounds made from the red wooden door, and a man's voice came from inside: "Please come in."
Yu Xing withdrew his hand and suddenly felt a strange touch on his finger joints. He looked down and found that there was a light red mark on the place where he came into contact with the mahogany door.
It was a little sticky, so he put his fingers under his nose and smelled it. It was indeed the smell of blood.
Is the paint used for the door of the studio blood? No wonder the color of this underworld.
Yu Xing curled his lips, and this time he specifically avoided the paint on the door, placed the force on the useless door handle, and pushed it open with a light push.
The black and gray color behind the door spread out, and he narrowed his eyes before seeing clearly what he looked inside.
The furniture was not special, the space was very large, and there was only a crystal wall lamp facing the door that seemed to him to be the same. Then he could only see the black background and white patterned blanket on the ground. He stepped forward and turned his head to look further inside, and finally saw the outline of the person.
There is a sofa, a coffee table, a large round table and thirteen chairs surrounding the round table. In the center of the round table is the brightest thing in the entire studio - a large glowing red crystal ball.
Under the dim red light, the people in the house sat around the round table, with tall and short bodies, more than two meters tall like ghost viewers, and there were also several people with similar body shapes to outsiders like Yu Xing. Ms. Linda, who had met unilaterally on the first floor, was listed here.
However, no matter what size they are, they are now like shadows hidden in the darkness. At first glance, the outlines are blurred. Only their faces appear dark red under the illumination of the red crystal ball on the table, just like a little apple.
When Yu Xing looked over, he found that these little apples were also looking at him. His pairs were obviously no different from living people, but they did look at him with some indescribable terrifying eyes, as if the apple had become a ghost.
Zhao Yijiu followed him in and paused when he saw this scene. It looked like a regular meeting in the underworld... It looked like it was not good no matter how you looked.
"You are the first visitor to bring us fake paintings." The boy Apple, who was sitting at the closest to the inner wall of the round table, spoke, and the sound was the one who asked Yu Xing to invite him to come in.
This man is just a man. After all, his voice sounds like this, he is quite thick, and has a strong aura of a superior. Yu Xing guessed that this should be the person in charge of the art exhibition, and the position he was doing could be considered the top leader.
The atmosphere in the studio is clearly intended to give outsiders a sense of oppression, or a panic of "what is the kind of crazy that you can sit here? Will you kill me if you have a disagreement?" Judging from the overall tone, visibility, temperature and those shadows that are not real, anyone who walks into this room will become unconsciously nervous.
Fortunately, Yu Xing had already seen through their tricks, had a stable mentality, and replied to the man who was talking to him: "Yes, this is the answer we came up with after we searched for."
"Come in, close the door and get closer. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I am the head of this art museum." The man's voice was tempted and tempted, which made Yu Xing unconsciously think of some scammers disguised as gods, and the sense of déjà "Please allow me to praise our greatness."
He raised his eyebrows and suddenly felt that the appearance of sitting on a table of apples is indeed very similar to the gatherings of some sects. Anyway, the atmosphere is similar. Are these art galleries really related to the wizard sect?
Although he thought a lot in his mind in his actions, he obediently bypassed Zhao Yijiu holding the oil painting, closed the door, and then took Zhao Yijiu to the direction of the round table, and stood a few steps away from the round table.
He could see clearly the person closest to him at this distance, the fat man waiting for Ms. Linda on the first floor.
In this circle of people, the man who talked to him sat on the upper head. There were two people wearing suits on both sides of the left and right, who looked like members of the art gallery. Below were painters wearing all kinds of strange clothes. The lower head was this fat man. It seemed that this fat man had a low status in the art gallery. Of course, it was also possible that the person in charge of the upper head specially arranged his subordinates in the lower head position in order to show his importance to all painters.
"Can you be sure that this painting is a fake?" said the person in charge.
"Since it brings self-confidence, it's still 80% of it, but I'm really curious. What will happen if we find the wrong painting?" Yu Xing knew that if you come over with a fake, you will have a place to succeed, and then there will be a punishment for failure.
The punishment in this kind of copy is not much lighter.
"If you find the wrong one, it depends on which painter you are looking for. Your hard work is considered a fake quality, and every painter will find it difficult to accept it." The person in charge had a smile in his voice, "We tend to decide how to solve this problem by the painter you questioned."
Hearing this sentence, the nine painters sitting on both sides couldn't help but nodded. They seemed to be eager to "punish" someone who questioned their abilities.
"I understand." Yu Xing didn't seem to hear the horror hidden in this sentence, so he took the painting from Zhao Yijiu, "Then let's start verifying this time? In fact, I'm quite curious about why fake paintings appear in this exhibition. After all, I paid the ticket to come in. After I came in, I told me that the paintings at the exhibition were fake. This is actually very irresponsible, right?"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He was so confident when he said that he was paying for the tickets. Zhao Yijiu next to him almost believed that the two of them were really legally visiting.
The person in charge smiled when he heard this, and did not avoid this topic. Obviously, such inquiries were allowed in this copy: "Of course, if it is proved that the picture in your hand is indeed a fake mixed in the exhibition, we will be happy to tell you the cause of the accident - you are the only one."
"Oh? Can't you tell me your companion?" Yu Xing looked at Zhao Yijiu, and the man stood next to him. Could it be that he could only leave him alone when he mentioned these things?
"Of course, we will only tell the people who contributed their secrets. As for whether you choose to forward to your companions later, we will not interfere with this." The person in charge said in a hurry, "Oh, of course, before this, I need to confirm with you whether this fake painting was found by you or the one next to you? Your enthusiasm for these issues made me subconsciously feel that it must be your credit for finding this painting."
Zhao Yijiu frowned. He thought for a moment. This painting was definitely a fake, but the person who handed over this painting would be left alone to discuss the issue later. I wonder if this was a trap.
However, after just one second, he didn't care about this issue, because he thought that if it weren't for a trap, then Yu Xing should have become the first person to have a quota and get the reward he deserved.
If it is a trap, as of now, Yu Xing's ability to deal with danger is definitely stronger than that of him who has not found a stop to kill, and is more suitable for facing danger. Yu Xing definitely thinks so too.
Forget it, he can't cook anything.
Zhao Yijiu said directly: "He found it."
Yu Xing nodded and responded: "It's me."
The person in charge patted twice: "Then let's start to identify whether this painting is really a fake. Please send the painting to us."
Yu Xing approached fearlessly with the oil painting frame, then squeezed in from the empty seat between the fat man and a male painter, and placed the painting on the table.
"Whose work was this painting exhibited?" asked an old painter whom Yu Xing had never met.
"It was found at Crodill's booth." Yu Xing replied with a smile, maintaining a very decent politeness under the gaze of a malicious guy who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost on the table.
"Swish." A tall lady laughed out loud, and her tone was filled with gloating and faint mockery. "Hi, Crodill, are they found in your landscape paintings? I don't even know if I should expect it to be a fake that slipped in from under your nose, or if it was a failed work of yours."
Obviously, the painters are not united in the same hatred, and there are many internal conflicts. Yu Xing glanced at this lady and thought that the only one who mocked her colleagues was Shirley, who was also a landscape painter.
In the exhibition hall, he was forced to listen to many disagreements between the two painters, because they were both landscape painters, one was good at lines and the other was good at colors, and they both praised the aspects they were good at as the true meaning of landscape painting, and there was a direct conflict in concepts.
In contrast, a middle-aged man sitting opposite Shirley changed his face when he heard this sentence, and his expression was very bad. He stared at Yu Xing with an almost terrifying look: "You'd better not make any mistakes in judgment, otherwise I will let you know what the price of questioning a painter is."
"If you make mistakes, you will know if you don't make mistakes. I guess you still have some impression of the paintings you draw?" Yu Xing showed a smile and no smile. Simply put, although he was laughing, Crodill felt itchy when he looked at it.
The painting with a frame was passed from the table to Crodill. Crodill glanced at it and frowned and said, "This is my painting, the Dark River."
"It may be very similar to your underground river, but if you look closely, the lines of the river - and the woman with her head stretched out halfway-"
Yu Xing looked at this painting under the dim light of the red crystal ball, which was a bit irritating to his eyes. He really didn't understand why these painters wanted to abuse themselves, unless the eye structure of these people was different from that of him.
He pointed to the details on the painting and showed Crodill, and every sentence he said gave Crodill no room for refutation: "I love art very much, so I admire you very much. I know that you never paint characters that are overwhelming in landscape paintings. I believe there will only be an old man fishing in your original painting, but this woman who sticks her head out of the river obviously took away the limelight from the river, which is contrary to your style. There are also lines in the river... Maybe it is the area that Ms. Shirley is better at."
Crodill looked speechless, with a red face that was reflected in red: "You are right, this is a copy of my work, haha, it's such a clumsy imitation."
Yu Xing curled his lips and thought to himself - I am bluntly, the painter who painted this painting may have a stronger painting skills than you, especially in terms of lines.
The fake, whose original name is Anhe, was spread around on the table. Every painter stretched his neck, took it over and looked at it curiously, and then showed different expressions, some were watching the show, some were meditating.
Yu Xing also saw that in order to see this painting, a youngest painter present couldn't wait to pull his head off, hold it in front of another painter with both hands, and watch the painting with the painter. Blood from his neck dripped on the table, and his mouth was still marveling: "This painting looks quite interesting, but unfortunately it is a fake."
"Yes, it's a pity. I think the woman's head in the water is very realistic. Look at the makeup effect." Yu Xing joined the topic of these painters in harmony and gathered next to the head held by both hands. "I have a good appreciation for painting art. I think if the painter who made the fake one day painted his own style painting one day, I would appreciate it."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Zhao Yijiu looked at this scene and felt deeply incompatible with this group of things.
At this moment, he felt a line of sight falling on him, and turned his head in accordance with the feeling. He saw the person in charge sitting in his original position, staring at him with a smile.
"Look at how happy your friends are talking. This is his place. Are you really willing?" Before the person in charge moved his mouth, his voice rang out from his mind. Zhao Yijiu subconsciously looked at Yu Xing and found that Yu Xing didn't seem to have heard this sound.
Did you say it was for him to listen to it alone?
"It seems that you don't know what this quota can bring to you. I promise you as the person in charge that you will never regret having the quota you have temporarily left after the art exhibition. Didn't you come with oil paintings along the way? When you arrived here, your friend took it away from you without any concern. Should your friend do this?"
Zhao Yijiu sneered in his heart. Even he could hear every word from the person in charge was ruthless. It was a forged thing to paint as a fake. The person in charge did not think about saying anything to Yu Xing, but instead quietly instigated him to attack Yu Xing?
"Your friend now has his back to you, shhh... right at your feet, there is a knife on the ground. Do you know what to do?" The person in charge stared at him seemed to be soft and encouraging, "Pick up this knife for your own benefit."
Zhao Yijiu looked at the person in charge with a mentally retarded look, and did not move. He felt that if he picked up the knife, his first action would be to fly the knife and insert the person in charge's head into a sieve.
But he couldn't do this. Before the situation of the art gallery copy was clear, if he made the move to kill NPCs, he would not know if it would cause trouble to Yu Xing.
But due to this matter, he confirmed one thing - these NPCs led by the head of the art museum need help from outsiders, but also have deep malicious intentions towards outsiders.
No matter what secret they will tell Yu Xing later, I'm afraid they can't believe it.
"Didn't you understand what I said? Or is it because you know nothing about the importance of the quota--" The person in charge still did not give up.
Zhao Yijiu's eyes showed annoyance.
Very fucking noisy.
He stared at the person in charge with a cold look, his whole body exuded a cold air that was no less than a ghost, and even used a trace of power belonging to the evil spirit, making his eyes suggestible.