Absurd Deduction Game Chapter 490

Chapter 490: Sitting in rows and eating fruits

The door of the painting appraisal room was ajar, with a gap leaking through, and the dark lights inside could be faintly 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. Instead, he turned the back of his hand to the door and knocked with his curled fingers.

As a viewer of an art exhibition, you should be polite when meeting 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 dull sounds on the red wooden door, and a man's voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Yu Xing retracted his hand and suddenly felt a strange touch on his finger joints. He glanced down and found a light red mark on the place where it came into contact with the mahogany door.

It was a little sticky. He put his finger under his nose and smelled it. Sure enough, it smelled like blood.

The door of the painting studio is painted with blood? No wonder this netherworld color.

Yu Xing pouted. This time he avoided the paint on the door and put his strength on the useless door handle. With a slight push, he pushed the red wooden door open.

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

The furniture and furnishings were nothing special, and the space was very large. There was only a crystal wall lamp facing the door, which seemed to him the same regardless of whether it was there. Then he could only see the black and white patterned blanket on the floor. He took a step forward and He turned his head and looked further inside, finally seeing the outline of a person.

There are sofas, coffee tables, a large round table and thirteen chairs on the inside. In the center of the round table is placed the brightest thing in the entire art appreciation room - a large luminous red crystal ball.

Under the dim red light, people in the room sat around a round table. They ranged in size from tall to short. There were people over two meters tall like ghost watchers, and there were also a few people with similar body shapes to outsiders like Yu Xing—Yu Xing. Ms. Linda, who I was lucky enough to meet once on the first floor, is included in this list.

But no matter what size they are, they are now like shadows hidden in the darkness. At first glance, their outlines are blurry. Only their faces show a dull red under the light of the red crystal ball on the table, 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 some indescribable and strange eyes, as if the apples had become ghosts. .

Zhao Yijiu followed him in and paused when he saw this scene. It was like a regular meeting in the underworld...it didn't look good no matter how you looked at it.

“You are the first visitor to bring us a fake painting.” Little Pingguo, a man sitting at the position closest to the wall at the end of the round table, spoke. His voice was the one who told Yu Xing to come in.

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

The atmosphere in the appraisal room is clearly designed to give outsiders a sense of oppression, or a fear of "what kind of lunatics are sitting here, will they kill me if they disagree with me?" From the overall tone, visibility, temperature Judging from those vague and unreal figures, anyone who walks into this room will become nervous unconsciously.

Fortunately, Yu Xing had seen through their trick and had a calm mind. He replied to the man who was talking to him: "Yes, this is the answer we came up with after searching."

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

He raised his brows, and suddenly felt that the table with little apples was indeed very similar to a gathering of certain sects. Anyway, the atmosphere was similar. Are these art galleries really related to the wizarding sect?

Although he thought of a lot in his mind at the moment, in action he obediently walked around Zhao Yijiu who was holding the oil painting, closed the door, and then led Zhao Yijiu towards the round table, a few steps away from the round table. Stand still in a distant position.

At this distance, he could already clearly see the appearance of the person closest to him. It was the fat man waiting for Ms. Linda on the first floor.

In this circle of people, the man he was talking to sat at the top. On the left and right sides were two people in suits who looked like members of the museum. Below were 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 upper position specially arranged his subordinates to the lower position in order to show that he attaches great importance to the painters.

“Are you sure this painting is a fake?” the person in charge asked again.

"Since it has brought about self-confidence, it is still 80% good, but I am really curious, what will happen if we find the wrong painting?" Yu Xing knew that if he came with a fake, he would get a quota if he succeeded, and he would definitely get a place if he failed. There are penalties.

The punishment in this type of dungeon is not that light.

"If you find the wrong painting, it depends on which artist's painting you are looking for. Every painter will find it difficult to accept if his or her hard work is questioned as a fake." The person in charge said with a smile in his voice. We tend to let the painter you question decide how to resolve this matter."

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 terrifying meaning hidden in these words, and took the painting from Zhao Yijiu's hand, "So 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 paid the ticket to come in. After I came in, I was told that the paintings in the art exhibition were fake. This is actually very irresponsible, isn't it? "

He was so confident when he said that he paid for the tickets that Zhao Yijiu next to him almost believed that the two of them were really visiting legally.

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

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

"Of course, we will only tell the secret to those who have contributed. As for whether you choose to tell it to your companions later, we will not interfere." The person in charge said in a calm tone, "Oh, of course, before that I need to tell you Are you sure that it was you who found this fake painting, or the person next to you? Your enthusiasm for these questions makes me subconsciously think that it must be you who found this painting."

Zhao Yijiu frowned. He thought for a moment. This painting was definitely a fake, but the person who handed it in would be left alone to discuss the issue. He didn't know if this was a trap.

However, just a second later, he no longer cared about this problem, because he thought that if it was not a trap, then Yu Xing should be the first person to have a quota and get the reward he deserves.

If it is a trap, from the current point of view, Yu Xing's ability to deal with danger is definitely better than that of him who has not found a way to stop the killing. He is more suitable for facing danger. Yu Xing definitely thinks so.

Forget it, he's not good at anything.

Zhao Yijiu said directly: "He found it." Yu Xing nodded in agreement: "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 fearlessly approached with the oil painting frame, then squeezed in through the space between the fat man and a male painter's seat, and placed the painting on the table.

“Whose works is this painting displayed among?” asked an old painter whom Yu Xing had never met.

"I found it at Clodier's booth." Yu Xing replied with a smile, maintaining a very decent politeness under the gaze of the malicious guy at this table who didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost.

"Hi." A tall lady laughed out loud, 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. Know whether to hope it's really a fake that slipped under your nose, or to hope it's a failure."

Obviously, the painters did not share the same hatred, and there were many internal conflicts. Yu Xing glanced at this lady and thought that the only one who would ridicule her colleagues like this was Shirley, who was also a landscape painter.

In the exhibition hall, he had been forced to listen to a lot of discordant remarks between the two painters, because they were both landscape painters. One was good at lines and the other was good at color. They both praised their areas of expertise as the true meaning and concept of landscape painting. There is a direct conflict.

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

"It's not a mistake. You'll know just by looking at it. I guess you still have some impression of the painting you drew, right?" Yu Xing showed a smiley expression. To put it simply, although he was smiling, he couldn't. Rodil felt his teeth itch just looking at it.

The framed painting was passed from the table to Crodier. Crodier glanced at it and frowned: "This is my painting, Dark River."

“It may be similar to your underground river, but take a closer look at the lines of the river—and the woman with her head halfway out—"

Yu Xing had a hard time looking at this painting under the dim light of the red crystal ball. He really couldn't understand why these painters would torture themselves, unless the structure of their eyes was different from his.

He pointed to the details in the painting and showed them to Clodier. Every word he said left no room for Crodier to refute: "I love art, so I admire you very much. I know that you have always been outstanding in landscape paintings." If you don't draw a dominant figure, your original painting will probably only have an old man fishing. However, this woman sticking her head out in the river obviously takes away the limelight of the river, which is contrary to your style. There are also lines in the river... Maybe it's something Ms. Shirley is better at.”

Clodier seemed speechless, with a livid face that was flushed red: "You're right, this is a forgery of my work, haha, it's such a poor imitation."

Yu Xing curled up his lips and thought to himself - With all due respect, the artist who painted this painting may have better painting skills than you, especially in terms of lines.

The forgery originally named Dark River was passed around the table. Every painter stretched his neck and took a look at it with some curiosity. Then each showed a different expression, some were watching the show, some were contemplating.

Yu Xing also saw that in order to see the painting, a painter who was probably the youngest one couldn't wait to pull off his head, hold it in front of another painter with both hands, and watch the painting with that painter, with blood dripping from his neck. On the table, the mouth on the head was still marveling: "This painting looks quite interesting, but it's a pity that 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 conversation of these painters very harmoniously, and got close to the little girl held by two hands. Next to the hanging head, "I have some appreciation for the art of painting. I think if the artist who made the fake paints a painting of his own style one day, I will appreciate it very much."

Zhao Yijiu looked at this scene and felt deeply that he was out of tune with this group of people.

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

"Look at how happy your friend is chatting. The quota will be his, are you really willing?" The person in charge's mouth didn't move, and the voice rang out from his head. Zhao Yijius subconsciously looked at Yu Xing, I found that Yu Xing didn't seem to hear the sound.

Are you talking to him alone?

"It seems that you don't know what this quota can bring you. As the person in charge, I promise you that you will never regret that you have the quota to stay for a short time after the exhibition. It's not that you came with oil paintings along the way. When you get 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 irritating. It had reached this point. It was a certainty that the painting was a fake. The person in charge didn't want to think about what to say to Yu. Xing Xing listened, but quietly encouraged him to attack Yu Xing?

"Your friend's back is turned to you now, shush... there is a knife on the ground right next to your feet. Do you know what to do?" The person in charge looked at him with eyes that seemed to become soft and encouraging, "For you For your own benefit, pick up this knife."

Zhao Yijiu looked at the person in charge with a look that looked like he was mentally retarded. He did not move. He felt that if he picked up the knife, his first action would be to fly the knife over and insert the head of the person in charge into a sieve.

But he can't do that yet. Before the situation in the museum copy is clear, if he kills the NPC, he doesn't know if it will bring trouble to Yu Xing.

But because of this incident, he was certain of one thing - these NPCs, led by the director of the art gallery, while needing help from outsiders, also harbored deep malice towards outsiders.

No matter what secrets they 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 did not give up.

Zhao Yijiu's eyes showed irritability.

It's so **** noisy.

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

He hinted a word to the person in charge.

"roll."

(End of this chapter)

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