The person in charge walked around a corner and his footsteps were in place, as if he was a little surprised to see the group of people blocking the corridor on the third floor.

These people have different expressions, but overall they are very strange in their expressions. None of them shows satisfaction with this exhibition, either with expressionless expressions or secretly showing a malicious look to him.

Although he felt something was wrong, he asked politely, "Dear guests, what are you doing? If nothing happens, it's time to go to the first floor to prepare to attend the ending ceremony of this art exhibition."

The person who did not get the quota for fake paintings stood forward silently and blocked the road more firmly.

Xueyuan stood at a relatively edge and observed the person in charge's appearance. It was also sad. For the first time, he was almost over in a dungeon. He had not seen the appearance of an important NPC in the dungeon. I also thought that he had played a bottle of soy sauce in the previous stage of this dungeon.

Since no one moved, the person in charge became more gloomy in his politeness: "Do you have something to say to me? Or are you tired of walking around the art exhibition? Do you need me to take you to the first floor in person?"

His emphasis was placed on the word "carry", and he knew it was probably equated with carrying, dragging, killing people, carrying a corpse, etc.

A bright threat.

"Sorry, dear Mr. In charge." Ning Feng looked at the group of companions around him who were counting on them and spoke first. He was also very polite to meet the person in charge, as if he was having an inappropriate greeting. "Actually, this is the case. Several of my companions really want to visit the Jian Painting Studio, mainly to visit several excellent painters. They did not provide fake paintings, so they missed the opportunity to meet with all the painters. They kept saying to me, it was a pity."

Yun Si leaned against the wall and replied lazily: "Those painters are indeed very outstanding. My companions are their loyal fans. This time I am so close but I can't see you. I'm afraid it's a bit too murderous. Mr. In charge, just look at us who have helped you so much, open a small back door?"

The person in charge frowned and then stretched out: "If it were this, I agree. You have helped our art gallery and it is understandable to repay a little bit, but this matter can be done later. I can even provide you with time to communicate with those painters. Now let's go to the closing ceremony of the art exhibition with me first."

For him, the closing ceremony seemed to be a very important thing, or the plan was completed on time and on time, which was very pleasant for the rigorous person in charge.

Killer No. 37 silently grabbed Xueyuan's arm to increase his level of peace of mind.

Ning Feng and Yun Si's words provided a good excuse for everyone to enter the Jian Studio. Unfortunately, the time cannot be stuck, because no matter how you think about it, meeting the painter you like is not an urgent matter. What's more, the person in charge did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and took the initiative to provide better "communication opportunities" under this premise, making people feel that making a request with him would be a step forward.

The female tester hooked her fingers on the end of her long hair and sighed. She knew that things would not go well. The person in charge was very scheming. Not only would they take the opportunity to instigate each other's relationship when they provided fakes - this is the information Ning Feng chose to disclose to others - but also instinctively eliminated all kinds of things that would harm the interests of the art museum, as smooth as a ball, without a breakthrough.

What would Hao say? Did he agree to help them?

The female tester looked at Yu Xing expectantly. This appearance also received a place to enter the Dead Siriku Island event. She looked weak and looked like a guy who was very proficient in intellectual warfare.

Yu Xing knew that the person in charge was rushing down now, so he did not waste time. He took a step forward and said very decisively: "That's right, Mr. In charge, for information, if all of us don't attend the closing ceremony, we will directly enter the studio."

His toughness not only made the person in charge look at him more, but most of the trialists around him quietly raised their eyes.

"Oh?" The person in charge had a deep impression of Yu Xing, because he was the first person to get a quota and the only person who chatted and laughed with the painters, and came to the painter's head to discuss painting skills with the other party.

"It's about the safety of your art gallery. As the person in charge of the art gallery, I think you can't ignore my information, otherwise you will have to bear a lot of responsibility if something happens." Yu Xing looked at the person in charge's disregarded expression, adopted the tactic of attacking the heart, and grasped the core point of the other party's care. Sure enough, as soon as this sentence was said, the person in charge's eyes became more serious.

"You can tell me. If the information is indeed useful, I will definitely satisfy your small request. But I also need you to explain why you must enter the studio." The person in charge changed to a comfortable standing posture. Finally, he no longer had the attitude of wanting to move forward at any time, but he was still calm and even a little arrogant. It was the superior temperament immersed in his bones. "I can give you a minute and a half."

He came out late, and after one and a half minutes, it was almost eight hours. He left him no more than a few seconds to go down from the third floor to the first floor. Yu Xing's eyes flashed. From this detail, he guessed that the speed of the person in charge was absolutely terrifying. His usual way of moving his feet on the ground was just maintaining a kind of etiquette.

Indeed, as the head of the entire art gallery building, if he is not strong enough, how can he suppress these messy monsters?

"First of all, it is a premise. We have shared all the reasons for the inclusion of fakes in the art exhibition with our companions, so what I said later will not avoid them."

After thinking about it, Yu Xing was still very meticulous and did not leave any opportunity to attack or repent. Then he said, "You know, I have made great achievements in art, so after hearing the experience of the art gallery, I felt angry. You know, the preparation of an art exhibition is very complicated and may take a long time. The fruits of such a long time of labor are randomly disturbed by external things, and the originally perfect things become no longer perfect..."

After guessing that the person in charge had obsessive-compulsive obsession with what he wanted to do, Yu Xing deliberately mentioned the word imperfection, and indeed found that the person in charge looked at him with a softer look than before.

After all, people who can understand each other will not be too targeted even if they do not have the same position.

After hearing this beginning, the other testimonials' eyes lit up and realized the possibility of success.

Yu Xing's face showed a hint of seriousness: "So I decided to help you continue to investigate the hidden dangers of those who threatened to send letters to stay in the art gallery. After hard investigations on the second and first floors, I really found something new."

Zhao Yijiu was cold on his face, but he repeated four words in his heart in a daze: Thank you for your hard work.

Yu Xing worked hard in the lounge for a long time.

The person in charge was more serious about the enemy outside the art gallery and urged: "What? Have you found the sixth fake?"

Yu Xing: "That's not, but after listening to some conversations, I confirmed something. Among these visitors, there were those eyeliners inserted in. They must have known that your art exhibition was successfully held. If I were them, I had planned for so long and wanted to make trouble, and the first plan was not successful, then I would definitely take the second plan temporarily. In short, you must make your art exhibition a laughing stock for others."

The person in charge understood: "You mean they would let those eyeliners do something at my closing ceremony to ruin my entire exhibition."

He is very good at focusing on the key points. As for what Yu Xing said about hard work and contributing to the art museum, even if he is just a ghost, he would not believe it. After all, Yu Xing would make sweet talk at a glance. His artistic attainments are real, but he would not empathize with painters all over the world. That is not an artist, it is called the Holy Mother.

The most lacking thing in Dead Sinister Island is the Virgin.

Yu Xing nodded: "For the same reason, I believe that those people must hold a grudge against our plan that has helped you destroy them, so we want to hide in the Jian Studio. Several painters are very good. I believe that not only are they highly skilled in painting, they will not be easily caught by those annoying enemies."

The chess holder added casually at this time: "Anyway, we were invited by you to intervene in this matter, and we did it well. We found all five paintings for you. Others have no credit and worked hard. I think you will not be stingy in providing a safe room to the heroes."

Move it with emotion, explain it with reason, and finally say moral bondage... No, it is a reasonable demand.

The person in charge had a deep and cold look, and gradually emitted a cold temperature from his body. His mood seemed very bad. He ignored the chess player, but stood in front of Yu Xing, lowered his head, and his height of more than two meters was full of oppression: "How should I believe everything you said?"

The ghost-like storm pressed against Yu Xing like a dark cloud pouring in the sky. It was quite a bit bullying, it was oppression and warning.

Yu Xing smiled, raised his face and calmly accepted all the pressure: "Believe it or not, I think all the premises I said are true. I do not want this exhibition to be destroyed because of my love for painting. This will make me feel that the exhibition I bought tickets to watch is a farce. I admire art very much, and I am unwilling to accept flaws, nor do I accept a flawed trip. Besides, even if I tell lies, you will not lose money. You just wasted more than a minute of standing here."

Ning Feng could see some strange light and shadows gradually spread from the person in charge to Yu Xing. He pulled Yu Xing back and raised his voice: "The information is provided to you well. Don't you take this opportunity to solve the problem, but are you tangling with the authenticity, Mr. In charge."

"You agreed to this exchange. No matter what, we will not lose. We are all staying in the Jian Studio. Even if the fake news is passed to you, you can come to us to settle the score after the exhibition is over. When we enter the Jian Studio, we will not become prisoners who cannot escape?" Ning Feng's voice was gentle and he was tempted. Yu Xing could vaguely see Ning Feng, who was once a psychiatrist, talking to the patient behind the desk.

"It makes some sense." The person in charge raised his hand and looked at the watch, frowned, "There is no time left, you go, just say I said it."

Putting this sentence down, he wanted to leave the crowd.

A sigh of gratitude was vaguely heard in the crowd.

Yu Xing chuckled and reached out to stop the person in charge at the same time with the chess player. The two looked at each other unexpectedly. The chess player retracted his hand and took a step back, indicating that Yu Xing would say it.

Xueyuan silently withdrew his raised hand. He stood a little far, so no one noticed him.

"Sir, please give us a token on you. Otherwise, if several painters in the Jian Studio and your three subordinates think that we are lying or making trouble, our safety will not be guaranteed." Yu Xing ruthlessly broke the wariness that several other testimonials put down too early. He clearly stated in his words that even at this level, there is still a dead end left in this copy. If the details are ignored, maybe as soon as they entered the Jian Studio, what is waiting for them is the attack of the painter.

The person in charge's expression froze slightly, and then reluctantly took off his watch and handed it to Yu Xing: "You are very cautious, I really hate your prudence..."

He immediately admitted that he had just tried to lure everyone to the studio to die.

The female tester's expression was not very good, and when she saw the token in the end, she finally came to their hands. She was surprised and happy, and her expression was very wonderful.

After the person in charge gave the watch, he disappeared directly from the spot. Everyone felt a gust of cold wind blowing through their cheeks, and there was no longer the person in charge in the corridor.

"So he can be without entities..." Killer No. 37 cared about this more because when he used sniper rifles, ghosts with entities and non-entities had to use different bullets.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Zhao Yijiu was overwhelmed and did not want the disapproval in his eyes to be too obvious.

He could feel that the air flow process just now was obviously a physical thing that passed through the crowd, in other words, still followed a physical trajectory.

"No, the person in charge is fast." Yun Si was even more direct, "It's so fast that with our current physical fitness, it's invisible to the naked eye, do you understand? Although he seems to be a bad-minded capitalist, in fact, he should be the most terrifying ghost in this art gallery. Fortunately, our mission is not him in the end."

Xueyuan said to Yu Xing while everyone was talking in a low voice: "Thank you, with you here, the whole thing went much smoother than I thought."

They just don't do it, because they don't have artistic cells and cannot use the excuse of not wanting the exhibition to fail because they like painting. They are covering up the fact that they notice that there are spies sent by the enemy in the crowd.

In fact, no one has any definite evidence that such a spy exists, and they are not even 100% sure there will be a boss battle.

Others might feel that it would be too risky to do something that might offend the person in charge because of an incident that exists in an imaginary situation, but their group of people do not have such concerns. This is experience and this is confidence.

"You're welcome, I will do what I promised, and remember what you promised me, otherwise, I will take back the benefits I brought to you with my own hands." Yu Xing's tone was gentle, but the chill in it made many people shudder.
Chapter completed!