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

In the past month since the impact of the spiritual wave, the cooperation between the Public Security Bureau and the secret case team has become very proficient.

A captain of the team led by the Public Security Bureau greeted him in a cold sweat: "Something is wrong!" ”

"I also rushed here after receiving the police, and I found out that there is a high-standard art exhibition in this gallery tonight."

"The exhibition is held by a very promising Mesozoic painter in China."

"So the guests who came to participate, except for some professional collectors, everyone else was either rich or expensive."

"Now they're all trapped inside!"

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

Zhang Qingxiang glanced at it, and there were many familiar names among them, which can often be seen on portals and newspapers.

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

"I wanted to come at the time."

But I didn't want to leave Brother Qingxiang's side, so I even refused my favorite art exhibition before.

Zhang Qingxiang is also a little headed: "There are forty-nine people on the list, and they may also bring friends, companions, and staff in the gallery...... I'm afraid that the number of people will not exceed a hundred, and it will not be too bad. ”

"I'm afraid there is no way to save it without damage."

"You be mentally prepared, this is a big accident."

The cold sweat on the captain's forehead became denser: "Brother, it's all up to you!" ”

Zhang Qingxiang nodded, gestured to the team members, everyone gathered, Zhang Qingxiang ordered: "There are many trapped people, this time all the staff will be dispatched!" ”

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

Then, Zhang Qingxiang took a serious look at everyone: "Regardless of whether the trapped people inside are rich or not, they all remember for me: if you want to save people, you must first ensure your own safety!" ”

"If you survive, you will be able to save more people in the future."

The captain's lips moved, but then he remembered that a few years ago, he took his brothers to rescue the hostages who had been kidnapped, and he had explained this to his brothers in private at that time.

My brother's life is my life.

The captain sighed secretly and said nothing more.

Zhang Qingxiang took the lead, the security officers lifted the blockade, and ten students entered on guard.

The gallery is quiet and brightly lit.

But not a single person was to be seen.

It was empty, dead silent.

After passing through the foyer and just entering the exhibition area with an artistic atmosphere, every student buzzed in their heads, and their eyes became confused, and they unconsciously walked towards those paintings.

Each painting in the exhibition area is transformed into a screen that is being played.

The content of the painting is constantly changing, and the brilliant colors and contrasts are extremely stark.

Between the light and the flickering colors, there is a strong hint that directly impacts the brains of each student from the visual end, and they lose control of themselves, are attracted by their "like" paintings, and unconsciously want to blend in.

Their clothes, shoes, skin, and hair also correspond to the various colors that begin to change into the paintings!

Make them look as if the characters who have come out of the painting are now just returning to the painting.

Zhang Qingxiang's eyes swept away, and every painting in this vicinity was reflected in his pupils.

These paintings were in Zhang Qingxiang's pupils, as if various paints were stirring together, but as soon as Zhang Qingxiang closed his eyes and opened them, he regained his clarity.

"The rules here are...... Indulge! ”

Art is equally fascinating.

In that case, wake them up.

"Phew!"

Zhang Qingxiang shouted, and the [sound slash] was launched.

The sonic vibration spread, sweeping over every student.

The colors on the students' bodies fluctuated for a while, but after the [Sound Slash], they returned to their original state!

Zhang Qingxiang's face changed, and the first-order [sound slash] didn't work!

Zhang Qingxiang gritted his teeth, and the energy urging converged to the tip of his tongue again, and the second-order [sound slash] urged.

"Uhh

The sound waves were rolling, and the students' originally confused faces showed a look of pain, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices!

Their strength is limited, and they have already been injured under the second-order [Sound Slash].

If you want to rescue the students, the easiest way is, of course, for Zhang Qingxiang to show off the eight-sided swallowtail spear and pierce those paintings with one spear.

Without paintings, there is no "addiction".

But the guests were trapped in the painting, and if the painting was broken, they would surely die with it.

The students under the second-order [sound slash] were only slightly injured, if they couldn't be awakened, Zhang Qingxiang couldn't use the third-order [sound slash], and he would definitely not hesitate to pierce the nearby paintings, rescue the students first, and then find a way to rescue the trapped people in other paintings.

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

But the mutation on their bodies did not stop, and the color on their skin became more and more vivid, as if someone had been holding a paintbrush and applying it directly to their bodies.

The colors and transformations echo each other, and the students' bodies suddenly become flickering, as if they are about to disappear from the spot, and are directly pulled into the paintings from the spatial level!

"Close your eyes!"

"Get out of here!" Zhang Qingxiang shouted.

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

Zhang Qingxiang pulled out eight swallow-tailed spears, and the glass wall of the gallery shattered in the air, revealing a huge gap.

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

The captain paced uneasily outside, pressing his right hand on the holster, and several times couldn't help but want to rush in himself.

Suddenly, there was a bang, the glass wall shattered, and everyone in the secret case team that he had high hopes for flew out scattered, covered in colorful colors.

"This ......" the captain despaired.

Tian Mingkun opened his eyes, and his two pupils were like a palette, mixing and stirring various colors.

When he saw the medical staff rushing over, he yelled, "Don't come yet!" ”

Everyone stopped.

The captain asked anxiously, "How is it inside, what about your team leader?" ”

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

They turned to look at the gallery together, and their hearts sank!

……

Zhang Qingxiang turned around and grabbed Ye Yousheng's little hand, grabbed it empty, and Ye Yousheng was rubbing his ears with both hands.

She was not shocked by the [Sound Slash] and bled from the shock, and her body did not become colorful, but her expression was 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, and his eyes showed a little excitement: "Brother Qingxiang, my painting level has increased a lot." ”

Zhang Qingxiang didn't understand what she meant.

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

"I used to worship them."

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

"Well, I can help him fix it......"

The little girl was extraordinarily confident, and with a wave of the brush in her hand, she really added a few strokes to a painting in front of her.

What is her painting level, and whether she can repaint the top three painters of the previous generation in the country, Zhang Qingxiang can't see.

But after these few strokes, the painting that looked like a movie was playing, suddenly stopped.

It becomes a still painting again.