absurd deduction game.

Chapter 499 Twenty-Five Boys!
Not long after, there were chaotic voices downstairs.

Most of the people had normal hearing now, and only heard a lot of yelling from below, and they knew that the expected trouble had begun.

Yu Xing tossed the precious watch in his hand under the worried eyes of some people. Yun Si looked at his seemingly weak wrist, and was the first to stop him: "You...don't throw it on the ground..."

This is a life-saving token, if it is gone, everyone will be gone together.

Yu Xing: "..."

He grasped the watch speechlessly, and thought it was a little funny. I am afraid that so many "big bosses" who are collectively nervous because of a watch will seldom be seen after this event. He said: "Let's go too Well, it is estimated that someone will take the opportunity to go to the third floor and hurt people later."

"You said... can the person in charge stop the ones below?" Ning Feng rubbed his smooth chin and speculated as he walked towards the painting studio with the others.

"If the viewer is D-level, the person in charge is B-level." Zhao Yijiu, who didn't say a word after coming up, suddenly returned to Ning Feng, and everyone was a little surprised by his cold but determined tone.

"Really? How do you tell?" the female experiencer was curious.

"... Perception." Zhao Yijiu didn't want to say much to anyone other than Yu Xing, just to show one thing, "If the person in charge is serious, he should be able to kill all the viewers below at a very high price."

This is only in theory. First of all, not all viewers will be provoked. Most of them must be watching the show. In this case, if the person in charge really wants to use violent means, the pressure will not be so great.

Secondly, even if you want to kill them all, the spectators don't stand in a row and let the person in charge challenge them one by one. They will run around, and they will definitely rush to the third floor to trouble the painter.

In short, they anticipated the development of the situation in advance and avoided the most direct impact of the first wave. Now they only need to hide behind the painters in the art appraisal room on the third floor to meet a small number of fish that slipped through the net.

Everyone came to the door of the painting studio. This time, the door was closed tightly. Yu Xing looked at the red blood on the door in disgust. After a short pause, Zhao Yijiu stepped forward to change his position, reached out and knocked. Door.

The one who came to open the door was the man in charge, the fat man.

When the fat man saw so many people, he grinned. The bright red blood in his mouth stuck to his teeth, and he pulled out as he spoke: "What... are you here for?"

"I heard some commotion... did you do it?" Fatty's voice was dark, with obvious excitement.

"Ah, do you think we are here to seek death?" Yu Xing expressed the fat man's thoughts in a low voice, and then said, "We forced outsiders are not as stupid as the group of people below... tokens."

He shook his watch in front of the fat man: "We reminded the person in charge of something. He allowed us to take refuge here during the riots. He thanked us very much and asked you to protect us from injury. If he didn't do it, he will come back punish you."

"Really?" The fat man looked at him suspiciously. No matter how he thought, the person in charge would never say such kind words.

This is definitely not possible.

But Fatty now has no evidence to prove that the person in charge didn't say such a thing.

Full of confidence, Yu Xing pushed away the hesitant fat man who was blocking the way, and walked into the dark art connoisseurship room. The artist inside was unknown, and looked at the eleven people who suddenly rushed in, and looked at each other on the round table.

"Yo, what is this for?"

"Come to me for an autograph?"

"What's the noise down there? It's annoying like mosquitoes."

"Where's my head..."

"Everyone." Yu Xing interrupted them with a smile, "Let's take shelter in the painting room, and some extreme people may rush in later..."

Painter Andy looked disapproving: "It's none of our business if the extreme people rush up, I heard it all, don't they want to beat you?"

Although the fat man was skeptical, he took the initiative to close the door of the painting studio for the sake of his watch, and said to the outsiders: "You guys sit on the sofa for a while, maybe my boss will be back soon."

Everyone sat down and decided to hand it over to Yu Xing to perform.

"Even if we punish, we will only punish the staff here. Although we have cooperation in the art exhibition, we are not affiliated with the art museum after all. Threats are useless to us~" Ms. Linda seemed in a good mood, she stared at Looking at Yu Xing's figure, he tried to find a trace of panic on the other person's face, "This art museum, the deputy director went out and took away a lot of security personnel, and the one who stayed was the person in charge of this art exhibition, that is, Except for the curator, none of them are very good at fighting ~ If someone comes in, they may not be able to protect you!"

"You can't say that. After all, we helped you." Yu Xing's tone became a little cold, as if he was very dissatisfied with the reaction of these people, "Do you know what excuses those people used to make trouble? They Say your paintings are not as good as some fake ones, and you have the face to hold an art exhibition here."

Ms. Linda's face changed instantly.

The other painters also showed expressions of disbelief and anger, and Yu Xing continued his efforts: "They will come to the third floor. The biggest goal is not just to help us, but you are a waste of their time and money in their opinion. Love and money are the culprits for coming to a worthless art exhibition."

"You!" A painter stood up, glaring at Yu Xing with his terrifying eyes.

"You have seen those fakes with your own eyes and identified them yourself. I think you all know how the painting skills compare with yours, and you know whether what I said is a lie or not." Yu Xing said very bluntly and calmly. Sitting on the sofa, the experiencers exchanged glances and decided to go on bravely together.

"Indeed, when I was on the second floor, I saw other viewers praising the fakes more than once. They all admired art so much. It must be hard to see that a group of painters hid the real good paintings in the appreciation hall in order to maintain their reputation. In the studio." Yun Si moved his fingers and pressed his knuckles loudly, "What's more, in order not to lose face, the person in charge did not disclose the reason why the fakes appeared in the painting exhibition. As long as the people below use this as an excuse, they can easily Ruining the reputation of the exhibition, and even you painters who provided the paintings, will leave a huge stain in the days to come."

As he spoke, he whistled like a little rascal.

"And if you don't protect us and let us die here, the rules seem to be broken. We did what we should do, but we didn't get the corresponding gains... It's really regrettable, although you who violated the rules may not He will be punished, but the person in charge will be punished for it... Hey, he is so pitiful, he won't be angry when he comes back~" Ning Feng deliberately exaggerated his worries, "No, no, he won't be angry because he was punished Is it for you? It’s scary, person in charge.”

Everyone: "..." That's right. Those of you who have only heard about it from afar before but have never worked with you feel that you have a deeper understanding of everyone.

That being said, although these painters are not the subordinates of the person in charge, they are also afraid of the power of the person in charge. Under various conditions, after thinking about it, they seem to have no reason not to help.

During their cordial and friendly conversation, the commotion below continued, and some decibel sounds that were clearly higher than the museum's requirements could be vaguely heard through the floor.

When the painting room fell silent, the sound of running in the corridor was like a stone being thrown into the sea, attracting everyone's attention. The sound of running was not orderly, but it was indeed coming here. Fatty was waiting. Rubbing his hands by the door, a sinister smile appeared on his face.

Yu Xing quietly waited for the intruder to appear. According to his expectation, the number of intruders who came to the third floor should be between 3 and 7. Except for the spectators who were used as gunmen in the fury, there must be three The eyeliner sent by the above organization, otherwise a large-scale instigation would not be completed.

"Peng!"

"Peng Peng Peng!"

The red wooden door was kicked first, and the people outside found that it hadn't been kicked open, and then began to knock on the door and shouted hurriedly. brought great terror.

This is how it is played in many killer movies. The person outside the door should carry a big ax and say "I see you".

It was different in this dungeon, those knocking on the door didn't make the red wooden door feel crumbling, so Fatty couldn't wait any longer, and took the initiative to open the door, exposing everything inside the door to the sight of outsiders.

"Finally found you, a group of bad painters!"

The first sentence of the person who came in made the expressions of the painters completely changed, from the half-belief just now to the determination now, every painter's eyes revealed a murderous look, insulting their profession?Unforgivable!

Yu Xing sighed secretly for the cooperation of these people, and then, like everyone else, lowered his body slightly to reduce his sense of presence.

He also took a sneak peek at the people who came outside. They were some of the spectators he had seen on the second floor. Some wore skirts and some wore suits. It was much more terrifying on the second floor. There was a woman rushing to the front, her hair turned into bloody muscles connected with meridians, waving in the air, and the other man's mouth had no skin, and Sen The white bones are exposed to the air, very underworld.

By the way, he saw the imaginary axe, a small one that seemed to have no other purpose except to cut people.

"Why put fakes in the painting to fill up?"

"Why are your paintings not as good-looking as fakes? I pay attention to every year's art exhibitions, and every year's new paintings by various painters. You never know progress, you only know that you are standing still, and then you use the fame you have accumulated to rely on the old to sell the old, I've had enough of pretending to be authoritative!"

"That's right, do you really think that we can't see that your paintings are not good? Since the beginning of this art exhibition, my ears have been full of comments like idiots. Did you hire them with money? Or do you read your paintings over and over again? The brain-dead painting turned into a real brain-dead?"

"It took so much effort to buy a ticket, but it turned out to be a joke, ha ha."

There were a total of five people who broke in, which was about the same number as Yu Xing estimated. He could feel a powerful ghost aura from these intruders, which was a truly undisguised kind of aura.

Very strong.

Yu Xing made a corresponding judgment in an instant, and Zhao Yijiu also reminded in his ear: "These painters can barely stop them, and there are still three staff members, so we have a better chance of winning."

"Well, I don't think you need to worry too much. Just watch the show. We've already done everything we can do in advance. Even if it's a boss battle, I'm afraid we've exhausted it to the point where there's not much danger left."

No matter how quiet their conversation was, some experiencers still heard it, and felt a burst of relief at the moment, and finally realized that they were not out of danger, and forcefully forced back the relaxed feeling.

They were all waiting for what would happen in the studio.

The painter whose head was separated from the body came out with his head in his arms, full of righteous indignation: "You are just spectators, what kind of art do you know!"

His head was held in both hands, and shrewd brilliance radiated from his eyes: "Some of you must be the instigators. Are you happy to let others be your gunmen?"

Clodeier also sneered at the back: "Look at what you are doing, it is so disorderly, it means that the plan you have racked your brains has been smashed by us, you should feel ashamed and sad."

These words fell among the several intruders, and the facial expressions of some people changed in very small details for a moment.

"It's because there are fakes in your paintings!" The woman with muscled hair pointed at him and shouted, "False, dishonest, damn you!"

Yu Xing secretly marveled at the simplicity of the folk customs of Dead Island, just one painting in an art exhibition has reached the level of damnation.

The two parties were unhappy with each other, and they also had personal interest disputes, so they quickly became a ball.In the eyes of the hiding experiencers and deducers, this is a group of demons dancing wildly, with a pinch of skin or some pieces of meat flying towards them from time to time.

"The battle is fierce, but it seems that these intruders are at a disadvantage." Yun Si even explained secretly, "But why do I feel that there is a painter paddling?"

Yun Si's eyes are better, he saw it, and when he said it, other people noticed it.

Ms. Linda stood at the outermost edge of the fighting circle, and she stretched out her hand from time to time. It seemed that some strange paint was spilled from her hand. After the outsiders got the paint, they would involuntarily slow down, holding their heads in pain. For a while, but the problem is that this paint is an indiscriminate attack, and other painters will also be affected, so it seems that Ms. Linda has temporarily withdrawn her hands in order not to confuse others.

"She does." Ning Feng responded, "Why do I feel that something is wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone saw that Ms. Linda inserted her claws into the heart of a staff member who just walked in front of her.

(End of this chapter)