After reaching an agreement with Joseph, Catherine and Wren wander around the museum.

"Are you sure you're feeling right? Is there a problem with that painting? I just swore that if I messed up, I would have to beat you, and my sister's mission success rate is 95%! Catherine's sexy thin pink lips opened slightly, and she asked.

"Trust me, man's intuition!" Wren said seriously.

In fact, the azure Hunting Ring is not only a token of the Demon Hunter, it is made of the "Heart of the Ocean", and it also has the function of detecting psionic reactions.

Whenever a second type of psychic energy appears nearby in addition to the wearer, the pattern on the ring will darken in color.

But this time the situation in the gallery is very strange, it seems that there is no problem with every painting, even the priest of the church can't sense it!

The Church divides the supernatural power into two sides, the Holy Power and the Evil Power, the people of the Church use the Holy Power and are very sensitive to the evil power, according to the Church, the evil power in the body of the evil spirit, but Father Jemini examined each painting, but still found nothing.

"Da, da......"

The footsteps of the two echoed in the empty art museum, and the two of them walked along the classical and exquisite corridor and gradually walked to the corner of the painting wall.

The paintings here are all recently collected or the works of some down-and-out artists who were funded by Joseph, and they all have their own characteristics, and when the painter dies, in a few decades, they may be treasures!

"The painting here is the most suspicious?" Wren said.

"Nonsense, sister doesn't know? The priest knew about it, but he still didn't find anything! Catherine put her hands on her hips and spoke impatiently.

Wren shrugged and pointed to a self-portrait of a handsome young man with curly blond hair and blue eyes, about thirty years old.

It's a bust of him wearing a blue suit with no tie and a white shirt underneath.

The melancholy eyes, a slightly decadent look, and the free and unrestrained dress, a talented but quite down-and-out young man jumped on the page.

"Yo, a very handsome little brother, he must be very popular with those noble ladies who are dignified and elegant on the surface, but are actually debauched and cheap.

It's a pity that it's not to my taste, there's something wrong with this painting? Catherine yawned and said nonchalantly.

"Yes, that's the painting that the wraith." Wren looked at the painting carefully, and when he went to see Joseph passing by here before, he felt that something was wrong, and the "star qi" in his body faintly fluctuated.

Catherine frowned, sighed lightly, and reached out to touch the portrait: "It's normal, it feels like an ordinary self-portrait." ”

Her white palms, like condensed jade, lit up crimson, and spiritual energy like red threads slowly flowed into the portrait.

At this moment, the vision of the half-closed portrait gallery was dim, and her smooth face was like a slightly drunk flush in the brilliance of psionic energy, which looked very charming and charming.

For a long time, no special reaction occurred, and the portrait that did not move seemed to mock the two of them.

Catherine was a little embarrassed and annoyed: "Look at what?!" Want to sleep with me? It's late! My sister doesn't eat grass on the edge of the nest.

Imp, didn't you wake up, this painting is no problem at all, okay! My spiritual energy has scorching and radiant attributes, and if there is really a resentful spirit in it, even if it is an evil spirit (second order) level, it is impossible to be completely unresponsive! ”

"A female hooligan with long hair, short knowledge, and big breasts and no brains! Get out of the way, let my brother come! ”

With a disdainful snort, Wren unceremoniously reached out and pulled Catherine's blonde hair, slowly pulling her back from the portrait, and took two steps forward, turning his fighting spirit to the palm of his right hand.

Catherine was about to be disgusted, but she saw that the light around Wren was slightly dim, like a cover of night, and then small particles of fluorescent light appeared one by one, like a galaxy surrounding him.

This scene, just like the stars shining in the deep night sky, a faint light appeared in the cold and silent darkness, symbolizing the wisp of vitality in the desert.

This is the aura of the stars, the mysterious power of the sublimation of the aura of life, and its appearance can only be seen clearly in a dim environment.

Catherine's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of brilliance, some of the spiritual energy in the human body may be very similar, but none of them are exactly the same, she is very sure that this is definitely not a simple "spiritual energy"!

Although it doesn't seem to be very strong now, it's hard to say about the future, and she feels this "spiritual energy" up close at the moment, and is shocked by the vastness and mystery in it.

Wren injected a very different fighting spirit with psionic properties into the portrait, and at first, nothing unusual happened, but Wren could feel that a small part of the fighting energy was swallowed, and more was floating in the painting.

After a while, a number of black geometric figures appeared in the frame of the portrait, dark red runes were densely embedded in the background of the figure, and a faint and terrifying black shadow appeared behind the man in the painting.

The cold breath echoed in the corridor, a cold swishing breeze blew in through the half-hidden skylight, and some strange sounds began to appear, neither crying nor laughing, not like human voices.

"Hee-ka...... &#¥%々&"

The indistinct sound was intermittent, as if it sounded from the darkest corners of the human heart, and the whole portrait gallery looked very eerie in this hoarse whisper.

Catherine's face changed, and she pulled out the Demon Hunter Type 5 long knife (Taidao style), the blade was flushed red, and her expression became serious: "Wren, stop first." ”

Wren retracted his fighting spirit when he heard this, and the dark red runes in the background of the portrait and the black stripes on the border quickly disappeared, and after a while, all the visions disappeared, as if they were all illusions just now.

"What's going on?" Wren was calm and not scared at all.

Catherine put the demon hunting knife back into its scabbard and put it in the knife holster on her black leather pants: "This resentful spirit itself is nothing, it has not advanced to an evil spirit, it is not to be feared, but it ......"

The expression was uncertain, and Catherine slowly exhaled: "I'm afraid this is deliberately designed by someone, that person is raising spirits, there are two spells or witch arrays in the portrait, the border is a spirit sealing array, which can hide the fluctuation of spiritual energy, and the drawing is a small soul devouring array, which can devour and store some spiritual energy."

The key is that the design is very delicate, and it is easy for different spells or witch circles to interfere with each other, but this painting does not, so the mastermind behind it is very clever......"

After her explanation, Wren realized that the water was very deep, and a resentful spirit was nothing, and even an evil spirit might not be able to help him and Catherine, unless it was a fierce spirit (third order) that could threaten them.

However, it would be different if someone controlled all this, the mastermind behind the scenes was very cunning, and the two witch arrays were superimposed, one hidden the spiritual energy fluctuations, and the other devoured a small amount of spiritual energy, perfectly suppressing or covering up the resentful spirits in the portrait.

If the inspector doesn't want to destroy the artwork, he will inevitably carefully inject a small amount of psionic energy to check, and these people, such as Father Jemini and Catherine just now, their psionic energy has been collected by the small soul eater array, and it will not stimulate the resentful spirits in the portrait, so they are all hidden.

If it weren't for the aura of the stars, which has both psionic attributes and has essentially different powers, which are difficult to absorb by the witch array, and alarmed the resentful spirits in the portrait, this matter would still be hidden!

"It's very good, and it's well understood, and the location is well chosen, and the portrait gallery is full of valuable paintings, and if you can't determine the sustenance, you can't burn them all." Wren said coldly.

"Most likely, it is the people of the dark camp, and our enemies are not only the descendants of demons (descendants of demons), but also many transcendents who have gone astray or fallen, and the typical representatives are wizards (usually males) and witches. And ......" Catherine's face was a little ugly, this matter was tricky.

Just the other party can arrange two different witch arrays in a painting without causing interference and rejection, this method is at least the expert level (third order), the magic form and the witch array are similar things, the old goat is the warlock profession, it is currently the peak of the third order, and I dare not say that it can do this 100%.

The point is that there is too little information, and Wren and Catherine inquire about the origin of the painting, only to be told by Joseph that his men bought it from a woman wearing a black veil.

The two looked at each other and decided to immediately go to the buyer, John Hakes, who worked for Joseph's Murcott Chamber of Commerce, had recently been sick and on leave, and lived in Room 6C, Building B, Billy Street, east of the city.

The other party is very suspicious, and has been on sick leave lately, although he is most likely just being used, but he himself may know something.

"Wait, since there's something wrong with that painting, why don't you just destroy it." Joseph hurriedly called out to the two of them, his expression puzzled.

Catherine sneered: "You have been used by others, the resentful spirit is just a small fish, and this matter can no longer be solved by destroying a painting." ”

"Leave it to us, Mr. Joseph, it's more complicated than you think, and if you don't want to die, don't come here lately." Wren said lightly.

Joseph's face was pale, his body trembled, and he could see that Wren and Catherine were not joking with him.

Wisely did not dig into the roots, he quickly packed up his things, led the people out of the portrait gallery in a hurry, and gave the key to the portrait gallery to Catherine.

The man is old and refined, and the businessman's keen sense of smell makes him realize that something is wrong.