absurd deduction game.

Chapter 490
The door of the painting studio was ajar, with a gap leaking, and the dark lights inside could be faintly seen.

Yu Xing licked his somewhat dry lips, with a hint of excitement in his eyes, he wanted to reach out to push the door, but when he touched the door, he stopped, turned his back to the door, and knocked with his fingers.

As a viewer of the art exhibition, you should be polite when you are about to meet several well-known painters and the person in charge of the art exhibition.

"Dong dong dong."

As he knocked on the door, there were several muffled sounds on 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 the knuckles of his fingers. He looked down and found that there was a light red mark on the place where it was in contact with the mahogany door.

It was a little sticky, so he put his finger under his nose and smelled it, and it really smelled like blood.

The paint on the door of the appraisal room is blood?No wonder this underworld color.

Yu Xing curled his lips, avoiding the paint on the door this time, and put his strength on the doorknob, which was useless. With a light push, the red wooden door opened.

The black gray behind the door spread out, and he squinted his eyes to see clearly what was inside.

The furnishings are nothing special, the space is very large, and there is only one crystal wall lamp facing the door, which looks the same to him, and then he can only see the black and white patterned blanket on the floor. Taking a step forward, he Turning his head to look further inside, he finally saw the silhouette of a person.

Inside, there are sofas, coffee tables, 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 appraisal room - a large red crystal ball that glows.

Under the dim red light, the people in the room sat around the round table. There were tall and short people, there were people over two meters tall like ghost watchers, and there were a few people who were similar in size to outsiders like Yu Xing—— Ms. Linda, whom Yu Xing had met on the first floor unilaterally, was on this list.

But no matter what size they are, they are now like shadows hidden in the darkness. At first glance, their outlines are blurred. Only their faces are glowing dark red under the light of the red crystal ball on the table. They are as red as small apples. .

When Yu Xing looked over, he found that these little apples were also looking at him. They were no different from living people, but they did look at him with a kind of indescribable horror, as if the apples had become ghosts. .

Zhao Yijiu came in after him, and his footsteps paused when he saw this scene, it was almost like the scene of a regular meeting in the underworld... No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look good.

"You are the first visitor to bring us fake paintings." The male Apple sitting on the position closest to the inner wall of the round table spoke, and the voice sounded like the one who told Yu Xing to come in.

This person can be regarded as a man. After all, his voice sounds like this, which is quite thick, and has the aura of someone in a superior position. Yu Xing guessed that this should be the person in charge of the art exhibition, and his position can also be regarded as superior. head.

The atmosphere in the painting studio clearly wants to give outsiders a kind of oppression, or a kind of panic of "what kind of neuropathy can sit here, will you kill me if you don't agree with me?", from the overall tone, visibility, temperature Judging from those shadowy figures who couldn't see clearly, anyone who walked into this room would unconsciously tense up.

Fortunately, Yu Xing had seen through their tricks, and with a steady mind, he replied to the man who was talking to him: "Yes, this is the answer we found after searching."

"Come in, close the door, and get closer. By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm the person in charge of this art museum." The man's voice was so seductive that Yu Xing unconsciously thought of some charlatans pretending to be gods. There is also the sense of déjà vu of "please allow me to praise our great so-and-so".

He raised his brows, and suddenly felt that the appearance of sitting at a table of Little Apples really looked like a gathering of certain sects. Anyway, the atmosphere was similar. Are these art galleries really related to the wizarding sect?
Although he thought a lot in his mind, he obediently walked around Zhao Yijiu who was holding the oil painting, closed the door, and then led Zhao Yijiu towards the round table. Stand in a distant position.

The appearance of the person closest to him that he could already see clearly was the fat man who was waiting for Ms. Linda on the first floor.

In this circle of people, the man talking to him is sitting at the top, and on the left and right are two people in suits who look like members of the art museum, and below are painters wearing various strange clothes. The first position is this fat man. It seems that this fat man does not have a high status in the art museum. Of course, it may be that the person in charge of the first place specially arranged his subordinates in the lower position in order to show the importance he attaches to the painters.

"Can you be sure that this painting is a fake?" the person in charge said again.

"Since it brings self-confidence, there is still [-]% of the chance, but I am really curious, what will happen if we find the wrong painting?" Yu Xing knows that if you come here with a fake, there will be a place for success, and there will be a place for failure. There are penalties.

The punishment in this dungeon is not that light.

"If you find the wrong one, it depends on which artist's painting you are looking for. Every artist will find it difficult to accept that your hard work is being questioned as a fake." The person in charge said with a smile, " We tend to leave it up to the artist you questioned to decide how to resolve this matter."

Hearing this sentence, the nine painters sitting on both sides couldn't help nodding their heads, as if they couldn't wait to "punish" a person who questioned their abilities.

"I understand." Yu Xing didn't seem to understand the horror hidden in the words, and took the painting from Zhao Yijiu, "Then let's start the verification this time? In fact, I'm quite curious why this There will be fake paintings in this art exhibition, after all, I also paid the ticket to come in, and after I came in, I was told that the paintings in the art exhibition were fake, this is actually a very irresponsible thing, isn’t it?”

When he said that he paid the entrance ticket, he was so confident that Zhao Yijiu next to him almost believed that the two of them really visited legally.

The person in charge smiled when he heard the words, and did not avoid this topic. Obviously, such inquiries are allowed in this copy: "Of course, if it proves that the painting in your hand is indeed a fake that was mixed in the exhibition, we will Happy to inform you of the cause of this accident—and you alone."

"Oh? Can't you tell my companion?" Yu Xing looked at Zhao Yijiu, who was standing next to him. Could it be possible to leave him alone when he mentioned these things later?

"Of course, we will only tell the secret to those who contributed. We don't interfere with whether you choose to tell your companions later." The person in charge said in a calm tone, "Oh, of course, before that, I need to tell you Are you sure, did you find this fake painting, or the person next to you? Your enthusiasm for these issues made me subconsciously think that finding this painting must be your credit."

Zhao Yijiu frowned, he thought for a while, this painting is definitely a fake, but the person who submitted this painting will be left alone to discuss the issue afterwards, I don't know if this is a trap or not.

However, just a second later, he didn't care about this issue, because he thought that if it wasn't a trap, then Yu Xing should be the first person with a quota and get the reward he deserved.

If it was a trap, from the current point of view, Yu Xing's ability to deal with danger must be stronger than that of him who has not found a stop to kill, and he is more suitable for facing danger. Yu Xing definitely thinks so.

Forget it, he can't do anything.

Zhao Yijiu said directly: "He found it."

Yu Xing nodded in response: "It's me."

The person in charge clapped his hands 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 put the painting on the table.

"Whose works is this painting exhibited in?" An old painter Yu Xing had never seen asked.

"I found it at Clodiel's booth." Yu Xing replied with a smile, maintaining a very decent manner under the watchful eyes of the malicious guy who didn't know if he was a ghost at the table.

"Hey." A tall lady laughed directly, her tone full of schadenfreude and a touch of sarcasm, "Hey, Clodier, I found a fake in your landscape painting, I don't even know Knowing whether to hope it’s really a fake that slipped in under your noses, or hope it’s a failure of yours.”

Obviously, the painters are not fighting against each other, and there are quite a lot of internal conflicts. Yu Xing glanced at this lady, and presumably the only one who would ridicule her colleagues like this was Shirley, who is also a landscape painter.

In the exhibition hall, he has been forced to listen to a lot of disagreements between these two painters, because they are both landscape painters, one is good at lines, the other is good at color, and they both hailed what they are good at as the essence and concept of landscape painting There is a direct conflict.

In contrast, the face of a middle-aged man sitting opposite Shirley changed when he heard this, and his expression was very ugly. He stared at Yu Xing with almost terrifying eyes: "You better not Misjudgment, or I'll show you what it costs to question a painter."

"Mistakes are not mistakes, you will know when you look at it. Presumably you still have a little impression of the paintings you drew?" Yu Xing showed a smiley expression. Simply put, although he was smiling, he could not Rodiel gritted his teeth when he saw it.

The painting with the frame was passed from the table to Clodier. Clodier glanced at it, frowned and said, "This is my painting, Dark River."

"It may be similar to your dark river, but if you look carefully, the lines of this river—and this woman with her head half out—"

Yu Xing looked at the painting under the dim light of the red crystal ball, and it was a bit difficult for his eyes. He really didn't understand why these painters would torture themselves, unless their eye structure was different from his.

He pointed to the details on the painting to show Clodier, and every word he said left no room for Clodier to refute: "I love art very much, so I admire you very much. If you don’t draw unobtrusive characters, there must be only an old man fishing in your original painting, but this woman sticking out her head in the river obviously takes away the limelight of the river, which is contrary to your style. There are also lines in the river... The latter may be Ms. Shirley's field of expertise."

Clodir seemed to have nothing to say, with a livid face that was flushed red: "You are right, this is an imitation of my work, hehe, the imitation is so poor."

Yu Xing curled his lips and thought in his heart——with all due respect, the artist who drew this painting may have better painting skills than you, especially in terms of lines.

The original name of the fake dark river was passed around on the table, and every painter stretched his neck, took a look at it with some curiosity, and then showed different expressions, some were watching the show, some were contemplating.

Yu Xing also saw that a painter who should be the youngest present could not wait to look at the painting. He pulled his head off and held it in front of another painter with both hands. He watched the painting with that painter. The blood on his neck dripped On the table, the mouth on the head was still amazed: "It looks like this painting is quite interesting, but it's a fake."

"Yeah, it's really a pity. I think the painting of the woman's head in the water is very realistic. Look at the makeup effect." Yu Xing joined the topic of these painters very harmoniously, and leaned on the head held by two hands. "I have quite an appreciation for the art of painting, and I think I'd appreciate it if the artist who made the fake could someday paint in his own style."

Looking at this scene, Zhao Yijiu deeply felt that he was out of tune with this group of things.

At this moment, he felt a line of sight fall on him, and turned his head in accordance with the feeling. He saw the person in charge sitting in place, staring at him with a half-smile.

"Look at how happy your friend is chatting. This way the quota is his. Do you really want to?" The person in charge didn't even move his mouth, but the voice came from his head. Zhao Yijiu subconsciously looked at Yu Xing, It turned out that Yu Xing didn't seem to hear the voice.

Was it for him alone?

"It seems that you don't know what this quota can bring you. As the person in charge, I assure you that you will never regret that you have the quota that stayed short after the exhibition. You didn't come here with oil paintings along the way. Is it right? When you got here, your friend took it from you without caring, should your friend do this?"

Zhao Yijiu sneered in his heart, even he could hear that every word of the person in charge was arguing, it had reached this point, the fact that the painting was a fake was a certainty, the person in charge didn't think about what to say to Yu Xing listened, but quietly urged him to attack Yu Xing?

"Your friend is turning his back on you now, boo... just at your feet, there is a knife on the ground, do you know what to do?" The person in charge seemed to be staring at him softly and encouragingly, "For In your own interest, pick up this knife."

Zhao Yijiu glanced at the person in charge with a mentally retarded look, and didn't move. He felt that if he picked up the knife, the first thing he would do would be to throw the knife over and stick the person in charge's head into a sieve.

But he can't do this yet. Before the situation of the museum copy is clear, if he takes the action of killing the NPC, he wonders if it will bring trouble to Yu Xing.

But because of this matter, he was sure of one thing - these NPCs headed by the director of the art museum, while needing outsiders to help them, also harbored deep malice towards outsiders.

No matter what secrets they will tell Yu Xing later, I'm afraid they won't be able to believe it.

"Didn't you understand what I said? Or is it because you don't know anything about the importance of quotas—" The person in charge still didn't give up.

Zhao Yijiu's eyes showed irritability.

So fucking noisy.

He stared at the person in charge with icy eyes, exuding a cold aura that was no less than that of a ghost, and even used a little bit of power belonging to a ghost to make his eyes suggestive.

He hinted at a word to the person in charge.

"roll."

(End of this chapter)