Absurd deduction game

Not long after, chaotic sounds came from downstairs.

Most of the people had normal hearing, and when they heard a lot of shouting coming from below, they knew that the expected trouble had begun.

Yu Xing threw away the precious watch in his hand amidst the worried looks of some people. Yun Si looked at his wrist that seemed to have no strength and was the first to stop him: "You... don't throw it to the ground..."

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

Yu Xing: "..."

He grabbed the watch speechlessly, and thought it was a bit funny. I'm afraid that so many "big guys" were collectively nervous because of a watch. After this event, it was rarely seen. He said: "Let's go too." Well, I guess someone will take the opportunity to run to the third floor and hurt someone later."

"You think...can the person in charge stop those below?" Ning Feng touched his smooth chin and speculated while walking towards the art appreciation room with others.

"If the viewer is D-level, the person in charge is B-level." Zhao Yijiao, who didn't say a word after coming up, suddenly returned to Ning Feng, with a cold but firm tone that surprised everyone.

"Really? How can you tell?" The female experiencer was curious.

"... Perception." Zhao Yijiu did not want to say much to anyone other than Yu Xing, just to express one thing, "If the person in charge is serious, he should be able to kill all the viewers below at a great cost."

This is just a theory. First of all, not all viewers will be instigated. 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 they want to kill them all, the viewers will not stand in a row and let the person in charge challenge them one by one. They will run around, and some of them will definitely rush to the third floor to cause trouble for 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 appreciation room on the third floor to welcome a small number of fish that slipped through the net.

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

The person who came to open the door was the person 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 the threads came out as he spoke: "What...are you here for?"

"I heard some commotion...did you do it?" The fat man's voice was gloomy, with obvious excitement.

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

He waved his watch in front of the fat man's eyes: "We reminded the person in charge of something. He allowed us to take refuge here during the riot. He thanked us very much and asked you to protect us from getting hurt. If he fails to do so, he will come back. Punish you."

"Really?" Fatty looked at him suspiciously. No matter what he thought, the person in charge would never say such kind words.

This is certainly not possible.

But Fatty now has no evidence to prove that the person in charge did not say such things.

Full of confidence, Yu Xing leisurely pushed aside the fat man who was hesitantly blocking the way, and walked into the dark art appraisal room. The painter inside didn't know what was going on, and looked at the eleven people who suddenly came in, looking at each other at the round table.

"Hey, what is this for?"

"Did you come to me for an autograph?"

"What's the noise going on down there? The mosquitoes are so annoying."

"Where is my head..."

"Everyone." Yu Xing interrupted them with a smile, "Let's come to the painting appraisal room to take shelter. There may be extreme people rushing in later..."

Painter Andy looked disapproving: "It has nothing to do with us when the extreme crowd rushed out. I heard it all. Don't they want to beat you?"

Although the fat man was suspicious, he still took the initiative to close the door of the art appraisal room for the sake of his watch, and said to the group of outsiders: "You guys can sit on the sofa for a while, maybe my boss will be back soon."

Everyone sat down and decided to let Yu Xing perform.

"Even if there is punishment, it will only punish the staff here. Although we have cooperated in the art exhibition, we are not subordinates of the art museum after all. Threats are of no use to us~" Ms. Linda seemed to be in a good mood, she stared at Looking at Yu Xing's figure, he tried to find a hint of panic on the other person's face, "This art museum, the deputy director went on a far journey and took many security personnel with him. The one who stayed was the person in charge of this art exhibition, that is, Except for the curator, no one is very good at fighting~ If someone comes in, they may not be able to protect you!"

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

Ms. Linda's expression changed instantly.

Other painters also showed disbelief and anger, and Yu Xing kept up his efforts: "They will come to the third floor. The biggest target is not just us who helped, but you who, in their opinion, wasted their time and money." Emotions and money are the main culprits in coming to a worthless art exhibition.”

"You!" A painter stood up and glared at Yu Xing with his terrifying eyes.

"You have seen those fakes with your own eyes and identified them with your own eyes. I think you all know how the painting skills compare to yours, and you also know whether what I said is a lie." Yu Xing was very polite and said calmly. Sitting on the sofa, the experiencers each exchanged a look and decided to continue to be brave 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. I must not see a group of painters hiding real good paintings in the gallery in order to protect their reputation. In the studio." Yun Si flexed his fingers and pressed his knuckles together, "What's more, in order not to be embarrassed, the person in charge did not disclose to the public the reason why the paintings were fake. As long as the people below use this as an excuse, it will be easy. Ruining the reputation of the art exhibition will leave a huge stain on you, the painters who provided the paintings, in the days to come."

As he spoke, he whistled like a little hooligan.

"And if you don't protect us and let us die here, the rules will seem to be broken. We did what we should do, but we didn't get the corresponding rewards... 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 this... Hey, he is so pitiful, he won't be angry when he comes back~" Ning Feng deliberately expressed his worries in an exaggerated way, "No, no, he won't be angry because of being punished. Is it for you? It’s so scary, the person in charge.”

Everyone: "..." That's great. Everyone who had only heard of it from a distance before but had never cooperated with it all felt that they had a deeper understanding of everyone.

Having said this, although these painters are not subordinates of the person in charge, they are also afraid of the power of the person in charge. Under various conditions, they thought about it and there seems to be no reason not to help.

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

When the art appreciation room became quiet, a few hurried running sounds in the corridor were like pebbles thrown into the sea, attracting everyone's attention. The running sounds were irregular, but they were definitely coming here. The fat man was waiting. He rubbed his hands by the door with a sinister smile on his face.

Yu Xing waited quietly 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 guns in the anger of the crowd, there must be three Otherwise, a large-scale instigation would not be completed unless the above-mentioned organization sent an informant.

"Peng!"

"Peng Peng Peng!"

The red wooden door was kicked by someone first. After the people outside realized that it had not been kicked open, they started banging on the door and shouting. The room was dark and claustrophobic. The sound of banging on the door was like the god of death knocking on the door anxiously. Suddenly, this space was given. It brought a lot of terror.

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

It was different in this copy. Those knocks on the door did not make the red wooden door feel shaky, so Fatty couldn't wait any longer and took the initiative to open the door, exposing everything inside to the outsiders.

"Finally I found you, a bunch of bad painters!"

The first words of the person who came in made the painters completely change their expressions, from being dubious just now to being sure now. Every painter's eyes revealed murderous intent, insulting their profession? Unforgivable!

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

He also secretly took a look at the people coming outside. They were some of the spectators he had seen on the second floor. Some were wearing skirts and some were wearing suits. Without exception, there were blood-colored stars on the clothes, and their appearance was also different. It was much scarier on the second floor. There was a woman rushing towards the front. Her hair turned into strips of blood-colored muscles connected to the meridians, waving in the air. The other man's mouth had no skin, and it was so dark. The white bones were exposed to the air and looked very hellish.

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

"Why do you put fakes in paintings to make up for it?"

"Why are your paintings not as good-looking as the fakes? I pay attention to the art exhibitions every year, and the new paintings of various painters every year. You never know how to make progress, you only know how to stay where you are, and then you use the fame you have accumulated to rely on your old age. I’ve had enough of pretending to be authoritative!”

"That's right, do you really think 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 crazy fans. Are they hired by you? Or do they just watch your paintings over and over again? The painting of a brainless person turned into a real brainless person?"

"I spent so much effort to buy a ticket, but it turned out to be a joke, haha."

There were a total of five people who broke in, which was similar to Yu Xing's estimate. He could feel the powerful ghostly aura from these intruders, a truly undisguised aura.

Very strong.

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

"Well, I don't think you need to worry too much. Just watch the show. We have done everything we can in advance. Even the boss battle will probably be exhausted by us and there will be very little danger left."

No matter how quiet their conversation was, the experiencer still heard it. They felt relaxed for a moment, but finally realized that they were not out of danger yet, and forced the feeling of relaxation back.

Each of them was waiting to see what would happen in the appraisal room.

The painter whose head was separated from the body walked out holding his head, filled with indignation: "You are just spectators, what art do you know!"

His head was held in his hands, and his eyes exuded a shrewd light: "One of you must be the instigator. Aren't you happy to let others act as your spearmen?"

Clodier behind also sneered: "Look at what you are doing, it is so disorderly, it shows that the plan you racked your brains to come up with has been shattered by us, you should feel ashamed and sad."

These words fell to several intruders, and someone's facial expression changed in great detail for a moment.

"It's just that there are fakes in your paintings!" The woman with hair turned into muscles pointed at him and shouted, "You are deceitful and dishonest, you deserve to die!"

Yu Xing secretly marveled at the simplicity of the folk customs on Dead Silence Island. Just one painting in an art exhibition reached a damning level.

The two sides were unhappy with each other and had immediate disputes over their interests, so they quickly got into a fight. In the eyes of the hiding experiencers and deducers, this was a chaotic dance of demons, with pieces of skin or pieces of flesh 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 like there is a painter paddling in the water?"

Yun Si's eyes were better. He saw it and said it before others noticed it.

Ms. Linda stood at the outermost edge of the fighting circle. She stretched out her hand from time to time, and some weird paint seemed to spill out from her hand. After outsiders got the paint, they would involuntarily slow down and hold their heads in pain. But the problem is that this paint attacks indiscriminately, and other painters will also be affected, so it seems that Ms. Linda temporarily stopped her hand in order to prevent others from being confused.

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

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone saw with helpless eyes that Ms. Linda inserted her claws into the heart of a staff member who happened to be walking in front of her.