mysterious forerunner

Chapter 47 Modify the painting for the master

When Zhang Qingxiang led people to the "Linshui Gallery", the scene had been cordoned off by the Public Security Bureau.

In the past month since the Lingbo impact, the cooperation between the Public Security Bureau and the Secret Case Team has become very proficient.

A captain from the Public Security Bureau came forward with a cold sweat on his face: "Something big has happened!"

"I rushed over after receiving the police call and found out that there is a very high-level art exhibition in this gallery tonight."

"The person organizing the exhibition is a very promising Mesozoic painter in China."

"So, except for some professional collectors, all the guests who come to participate are either rich or noble."

"Now they're all trapped inside!"

The captain handed over a list: "This is the list of guests tonight."

Zhang Qingxiang took a look and saw that there were many familiar names among them, which could often be seen on portal websites and newspapers.

Ye Yousheng followed Zhang Qingxiang quietly, stretched out his head to take a look curiously, and whispered: "I also received the invitation."

“I really wanted to come at that time.”

But I didn’t want to leave Brother Qingxiang’s side, so I even refused to go to the art exhibition that I liked to visit the most.

Zhang Qingxiang is also a little confused: "There are forty-nine people on the list. They may also bring friends, companions, plus the staff of the gallery...I am afraid the number will not exceed one hundred, and it will not be too different."

"I'm afraid there's no way to rescue him without damage."

"Be prepared mentally, this is a big accident."

The cold sweat on the captain's forehead became even thicker: "Brother, it all depends on you!"

Zhang Qingxiang nodded, gestured to the team members, and everyone gathered. Zhang Qingxiang ordered: "There are many people trapped, so all members are dispatched this time!"

"I may not be able to take care of everyone, so please be careful."

Then, Zhang Qingxiang took a serious look at everyone: "No matter whether the trapped people are rich or not, remember this: before you can save others, you must first ensure your own safety!"

"If you survive, you can save more people in the future."

The captain's lips moved, but then he remembered that a few years ago, he led his brothers to rescue the kidnapped hostages. At that time, he also explained this to his brothers in private.

My brother's life is also his life.

The captain sighed secretly and said nothing more.

Zhang Qingxiang took the lead, and the security guards raised the blockade, and ten students entered on guard.

The gallery was quiet and brightly lit.

But no one was seen.

It was empty and deathly silent.

After passing through the foyer and entering the exhibition area with an artistic atmosphere, every student heard a buzz in their mind, their eyes became confused, and they unconsciously walked towards the paintings.

Every painting in the exhibition area becomes a screen that is being played.

The contents of the painting are constantly changing, with brilliant colors and extremely sharp contrasts.

Between the light and dark and the flashing colors, a strong suggestion is revealed, which directly impacts the brain of each student from the visual side. They lose control of themselves and are attracted by their "favorite" paintings, unconsciously thinking To blend in.

Their clothes, shoes, skin, and hair also began to change into the various colors in the painting!

It makes them look like the characters who came out of the painting are just returning to the painting.

Zhang Qingxiang glanced at it, and every painting nearby was reflected in his pupils.

In Zhang Qingxiang's pupils, these paintings were like various paints mixed together, but as soon as Zhang Qingxiang closed and opened his eyes, he regained his clarity.

"The rule here is...addiction!"

Art is also addictive.

If so, wake them up.

"Bah!"

Zhang Qingxiang shouted loudly and activated [Sound Cut].

The sound wave vibration spread and swept through every student.

The colors on the students' bodies fluctuated for a while, but after [Sound Cut], they returned to their original state! Zhang Qingxiang's expression changed, the first level [Sound Slash] didn't work!
Zhang Qingxiang gritted his teeth, and the energy stimulation gathered at the tip of his tongue again, and activated the second-level [Sound Cut].

"Hey——"

The sound waves rolled, and the students' originally confused faces showed signs of pain, and blood flowed from their seven orifices!

Their strength was limited, and they were already injured under the second level [Sound Slash].

To rescue the students, the easiest way is of course for Zhang Qingxiang to use his eight-sided swallow-tailed spear and pierce the paintings with one spear.

Without paintings, "addiction" cannot occur.

But the guests are trapped in the painting. Once the painting is broken, they will surely die.

The students were only slightly injured under the second-level [Sound Slash]. If they could not be awakened, Zhang Qingxiang would not be able to use the third-level [Sound Slash]. He would definitely puncture the nearby paintings without hesitation and rescue the students first. Then figure out how to rescue the people trapped in the other paintings.

Fortunately, under the second level [Sound Slash], the students were finally awakened.

However, the changes on their bodies did not stop. The colors on their skin became more and more vivid, as if someone had painted them directly on their bodies with a paintbrush.

Those colors and transformations echoed each other, and the students' bodies suddenly became flickering, as if they were disappearing from the place and being pulled directly into the painting from the spatial level!
"Close your eyes!"

"Quickly exit!" Zhang Qingxiang shouted.

The students tried their best to close their eyes, but Tian Mingkun struggled and said, "No, those pictures are still flashing in my mind!"

Zhang Qingxiang raised his eight-sided swallow-tailed spear, and the glass wall of the gallery exploded into pieces, revealing a huge gap.

Zhang Qingxiang waved his hands and threw the students out one by one!

The captain was pacing uneasily outside, his right hand on the holster of his gun, and he couldn't help but want to rush in himself several times.

Suddenly, there was a crash, and the glass wall shattered. The members of the secret case team, for whom he had placed high hopes, flew out in pieces, covered in colorful bodies.

"This..." The captain was desperate.

Tian Mingkun opened his eyes, his pupils were like a palette, with various colors mixed together.

When he saw the medical staff about to rush over, he yelled: "Don't come over yet!"

Everyone stopped.

The captain asked anxiously: "How's it going inside? Where are you, the team leader?"

Tian Mingkun and Feng Lintong took a look and saw that Zhang Qingxiang and Ye Yousheng hadn't come out yet.

They turned and looked into the gallery together, and their hearts suddenly sank!

……

Zhang Qingxiang turned around and took hold of Ye Yousheng's little hand, catching the opportunity. Ye Yousheng was rubbing his ears with both hands.

She was not shocked by [Sound Cut] so much that her orifices bleed, and her body did not become colorful, but she looked a little uncomfortable.

"Brother Qingxiang, your voice is so loud."

Zhang Qingxiang was stunned: "Are you okay?"

Ye Yousheng looked at the paintings around him, with a bit of excitement in his eyes: "Brother Qingxiang, my painting skills have improved a lot."

Zhang Qingxiang didn't understand what she meant.

Ye Yousheng happily took out a set of brushes from one side and adjusted the colors: "This Luo Tieyu is one of the three most famous among the young generation in China."

"I used to admire them."

"But now I can see the shortcomings in his paintings."

"Well, I can also help him modify it..."

The little girl was extremely confident. She swung the brush in her hand and actually added a few strokes to the painting in front of her.

Zhang Qingxiang couldn't tell what her painting level was, and whether she could be modified by one of the top three painters of the previous generation in the country.

But after these few strokes, the painting, which seemed to be playing a movie, suddenly stopped.

It became a still painting again.

(End of this chapter)