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"The division of labor is different. Besides, I also like the feeling of studying those mysterious substances in the laboratory, especially when I think that those mysterious substances may have a great impact on the human body, the research will be more energetic."

Officer Sun immediately gave Professor Shen a downcast look, and when he thought that Professor Shen had developed a medicine not long ago that could temporarily relieve those infected by radioactive substances, he felt even more in awe of him.

"Otherwise, let's not just wait here. I think the man in black is probably playing tricks on us on purpose, so he called us to the entrance of the art gallery."

Professor Shen was suddenly blessed.

"The men in black on the left and right didn't say that they wouldn't let the police follow them in. Otherwise, you can go in and have a look together. As long as you don't interfere with He Lianquan's mission, the other party shouldn't be alerted."

Professor Shen's tone was flat, but the words made Officer Sun's eyes widen subconsciously.

"But after all, the man in black didn't express such a meaning. What if our decision to enter the art gallery without authorization will anger him."

Although Instructor Sun was very interested in Professor Shen's proposal, he was a little timid and afraid of the weapons in the black hands.

"No, since the man in black has solemnly given Helian Quan such a specific request, we must see the result of Helian Quan returning it to him, not to mention I think..."

Professor Shen suddenly opened his eyes and took a look at Officer Sun. It was this that made Officer Sun feel as if he was being stared at by some wild beast.

"I think the man in black would want to see this scene, otherwise, he wouldn't have asked us all to come here."

The smile on the corner of Professor Shen's mouth grew bigger and bigger, and he said casually as if joking: "There is also a possibility that he likes to watch us bumping around like headless chickens, and we are burnt out because of his existence. The happier you are."

Professor Shen's understatement made Officer Sun's body densely covered with goosebumps. He couldn't imagine that the person Professor Shen described was real, but when he thought about what the man in black had done, he felt What he said also made sense.

After all, a normal person would not be able to set up so many life-affecting devices in the shopping mall, even just to let He Lianquan play a few games with him.

At least until now, Police Officer Sun has not found out what the man in black really meant to He Lianquan—or this is just an appetizer, and what the man in black wants to do will be revealed later.

In short, Police Officer Sun was easily persuaded by Professor Shen. He glanced at the few people left in the car, left one to accompany Professor Shen, and then all the rest were brought into the art gallery .

The uncle who works in the ticket sales process of the art museum did not expect that so many people would come to visit today. While collecting money and busy issuing tickets, he murmured in his heart what day it is. It is already rare enough for one to come. There are several of them following behind.

After all, this art gallery is usually sparsely populated, and the paintings displayed in it are not of a very high level. If the monthly salary is not paid on time, even he does not want to work in this half-dead place.

But since when did this museum have visitors again?

After the old man sent Officer Sun and his party into the art gallery, he squinted his eyes and began to recall.

Since that incident happened many years ago, the popularity of the art museum has gradually slumped, and it has been half-dead in the past few years. It was not until last month that a young man wearing a mask came to visit, and then today this time.

Is it possible that the museum is going to be brought back to life?The uncle sitting in the ticket office took a sip of tea, then shook his head with a smile.

If this art museum can really be brought back to life, then the sky has no eyes.

The old man seemed to be thinking of the tragedy that happened many years ago. He poked his head out from the window of the ticket office and looked at the entrance. The dim light above the corridor cast a faint light on the pale walls and floor tiles. , as if guiding people to hell on earth.

He Lianquan walked in front alone, unaware that Police Officer Sun and others had followed his footsteps into the art gallery, and walked forward for about half a distance, and only then did He Lianquan notice that the oil paintings that had been buried in the wood had obviously changed Style and level, finally have the ability to make people pleasing to the eye.

Most of the oil paintings in the list are delicate and delicate, although most of them are just ordinary scenes such as landscapes and wooden houses - this is not really because He Lianquan looks down on this kind of landscape painting, but that even when art students take the college entrance examination, they often There will also be named exams on this topic.

Therefore, this kind of landscape painting is the most basic in the painting world, and this short glance can tell what the artist's attainments are.

And the several paintings hanging on the long corridor are obviously made by one person, and they should be the works of the painter who was forced to paint for the art museum that Professor Shen said.

Professor Shen is right, this painter is indeed of extraordinary level, even though he is painting the same landscape painting, he can make different changes every time, what is even more commendable is that the state of mind in his pen can be seen through. The touch of the brush is fascinating.

"If he didn't carry a mission with him, he really wanted to enjoy these works."

He Lianquan muttered to himself casually, then went up to observe those words carefully, and found that none of them had been signed.

He Lianquan, who originally wanted to find some clues through the artist's signature, frowned, then shrugged resignedly, and walked forward.

The museum does not occupy a large area, and even though it made a few twists and turns to expand the length of the corridor, it didn't take Helian Quan long to reach the end.

Professor Shen was sitting alone in the middle seat of the car, and behind him was a young police officer who was staring nervously at the situation outside the car.

Professor Shen yawned and walked away, making the little policeman feel a little sleepy.

"Professor Shen, if you are really sleepy, you should rest for a while. I am responsible for safety here."

The little policeman finally couldn't bear it anymore and spoke to Professor Shen, feeling that it was the greatest punishment for him to let Professor Shen keep yawning so clearly.

It's better to let Professor Shen sleep for a while, the little policeman stared at the back of Professor Shen's head almost sadly, the condemnation in his eyes was shining brightly.

Professor Shen suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, and an exaggerated smile appeared on his already good-looking face.

"I'm also a big man, why do I need you to protect me—but I'm still sleepy, thank you."

Professor Shen stuffed his hands into the pockets of his clothes contentedly, and when he closed his eyes, he tilted his head and leaned against the car window, but his hands stretched out of the pockets where the little policeman couldn't see, holding a capsule gently pinch.

The skin of the capsule broke immediately, and the liquid inside volatilized in the air, drying up very quickly.

As if sleeping in the car, Professor Shen raised his other hand and covered his nose with a handkerchief, while the little police officer sitting in the back seat of the car suddenly felt sleepy. Feeling more turbulent, after a long time of fighting with eyelids opening and closing, they finally couldn't hold back, they were tightly connected together, and their bodies also slid down on the back seat.

It took a long time for Professor Shen to put down the handkerchief in his hand, guessing that Helian Quan should have reached the end of the time, so he took out his mobile phone and sent him a text message.

"Friendly reminder - I only have 15 minutes of patience left, if within 15 minutes, you still can't find the result I want..."

After sending the text message, Professor Shen took the phone back and got out of the car.

There was nothing covering his face, but when he walked to the ticket office, the old man found out his identity immediately.

"Aren't you the young man who just came here some time ago? Why are you here again today?"

The old man really started to wonder, he didn't know what day it was today, not only a few strangers came to visit the art museum, even this guest who came to the art museum for the first time after many years of depression suddenly Go back and do it again.

He also doesn't remember that there are new works exhibited in this museum during this time.

Professor Shen didn't seem to think that the old man would remember his identity, but he might also be wondering why he was remembered even though he was already wearing a mask.

"I'm an old man here every day with nothing to do, and I like to observe the passers-by outside, especially your long and white fingers, you can see that you are a learned person, and I will remember it when I see it."

The old man looked at the curiosity on Professor Shen's face, and explained a few words with a smile.

Professor Shen didn't answer, but the smile on his face deepened a bit, and he turned around after taking the ticket from the uncle's hand.

"I didn't expect that the ordinary old man who was just in charge of selling tickets at the entrance of the art museum was much more sensitive than these policemen."

Professor Shen stretched out his hand to look at his pale skin while walking, and after a long time, he grinned self-deprecatingly.

He Lianquan stood at the end of the gallery and looked at the text message in his hand, then turned his head, looked at the direction he came from, frowned and thought for a while. arrived paintings.

But no, except for the works of a group of people with excellent painting styles, the others are just ordinary.

Even the works of that person with an excellent painting style are nothing more than ordinary themes, although there are often all kinds of whimsical ideas in them, but if you really want to say——

He Lianquan could only regretfully admit that creating in this art gallery more or less blocked that person's talent.

So he didn't feel that any of the paintings in this art gallery particularly satisfied him, let alone the mysterious man in black.

He Lianquan wanted to send a message back to the man in black to inquire about the scope of the painting, but found that the man in black had turned off his phone.

He Lianquan suddenly had the urge to smash the phone into pieces, but at this moment Officer Sun and his team followed up - they had already watched Helian Quan's whereabouts all the way, and watched him walk , I didn't stop all the way, and I was extremely anxious.

"Didn't President Helian see a special painting along the way? Isn't it difficult to choose a painting that the man in black might like?"

Officer Sun also knew in his heart that the man in black must have his own deep meaning, maybe he just wanted to lure them to this art gallery to have fun.

But Helian Quan directly denied it.

"It's not that it's difficult, but it's simply impossible for the painting that person likes to be exhibited so directly."

He Lianquan's words made Police Officer Sun stretch out his hand and scratch his head subconsciously.