A flashlight swept over one painting after another, though Hu Jiarui did not know who the author of the paintings was, nor what genre they belonged to.

But he was only a night guard, and he just needed to know that the paintings were worth a lot of money.

Hu Jiarui took a flashlight and patrolled the St. Burleigh auction house as usual, using the light of the flashlight to sweep through one painting after another.

Although he didn't understand art, he loved the landscapes that depicted farms in the American Midwest.

When Hu Jiarui was in his hometown, he worked in the fields all day and night, just to be able to have his own farm one day.

However, he did not expect that the current farmland has entered the semi-mechanized era, and these hired workers who do farm work cannot earn two months' wages a year.

There was no way, so he came to the big city alone.

He originally thought that after coming to the big city, he would be able to earn money to go home and build a new house like the eldest brother Liu and his son in the village, but he didn't think that he had no skills except for his strength, so he was in a state of not being able to find a job for a long time.

In the end, it was Rhubarb, a fellow villagerb, who introduced him to St. Burleigh's auction house and worked as an exhibition hall guard.

Although this job is hard, fortunately, the boss is generous, and the night guards are also good, and they are paid higher wages than the security guards in other places, so Hu Jiarui will admit it no matter how hard he endures.

Moreover, although he can't read these famous paintings, even if he is asked to walk back and forth in these artworks a few times a day, he will feel that the whole person has been sublimated.

It's just that he still can't accept the style of some paintings......

Every night, five shifts of guards take turns patrolling duty, and this is the second time he has come out to patrol tonight, and he can go back to rest after this lap.

The thought of being able to go back and call his daughter-in-law in his hometown in a few minutes to talk about what he had seen and heard in the big city recently, he couldn't stop the beauty in his heart, and even said that the whole person walked lightly.

But just as he was walking around the area where the oil paintings were displayed, there was a sudden muffled sound behind him.

Well?

When Hu Jiarui heard this muffled sound, he immediately turned around and shone a flashlight on the area behind him.

However, wherever his flashlight could shine, he could not see anything abnormal.

I guess I heard it wrong.

He comforted himself with this, turned his head, and continued his patrol.

How could he have imagined that the person who jumped in was the same person who had been looking around in the exhibition hall with a "Dididi" thing before.

What he didn't expect was that after the "Shaver" was burned by that person, it grew like a plant on its own, and it ......

Just as he finished patrolling the art exhibition hall and was about to return to the guardhouse to take over his shift, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the exhibition hall.

This gust of wind suddenly rose, Hu Jiarui only felt that his vest was cold, and the whole person shivered.

"What's going on?"

Not far behind him, in the oil painting exhibition area, the shaver slowly turned his head to the right and stared directly at the razor on the table in the lower right corner.

However, where there should have been a razor, it was empty at this time.

However, Hu Jiarui didn't see these things, he only felt a chill behind him, but when he turned his head, there was nothing.

"Didn't close the window?"

Hu Jiarui was puzzled, you must know that St. Burleigh's auction house should close all windows after closing at night, and the entire exhibition hall is a completely enclosed space, and it is impossible for the wind to blow.

If the window is really open, then he will definitely be scolded by the captain the next day, and the bonus will be deducted if he doesn't get it right, and there is not much left after sending the money home every month, but he doesn't want to be deducted some more.

So, Hu Jiarui turned on the flashlight and walked in the direction where the wind was blowing just now.

He was careful not to touch the artwork next to him, and he swept his flashlight over the window next to him, patrolling all the windows as far as his eye could see.

However, he looked around and did not see a single open window.

Hu Jiarui scratched his head, feeling that things were a little inexplicable, obviously he didn't open the window, where did the gust of wind come from just now?

However, just as he turned around and was about to return to the guardhouse to hand over his shift, the flashlight suddenly swept to the "Shaver" on the shelf next to him.

"Huh?" Hu Jiarui was suspicious in his heart, and got a little closer with a flashlight.

He remembered that this painting was obviously a family of five, why were there only four people left now?

Of course, Hu Jiarui only noticed the family of five in the painting, but did not notice the razor that disappeared with that person.

Realizing that something was wrong, Hu Jiarui raised his hand and picked up the walkie-talkie and said to Lao Liang, who was guarding the guardhouse.

"Lao Liang, do you remember how many people were in the oil painting that was sent a few days ago, placed in the A3 area?"

Hu Jiarui remembered that Lao Liang knew a little more about these artworks than himself.

There was a sound of electricity on the intercom, and then Lao Liang's voice rang out.

"Ah, you said the 'Head Shaver'?"

Hu Jiarui frowned slightly, looked at the oil painting in front of him by the light of a flashlight, and said suspiciously: "It seems to be, I don't know if it's called this name." ”

"Of course, there are five people, which are the heirlooms of domestic oil painting masters, and they are painted of a shaver and his family of five." Lao Liang is quite satisfied with the knowledge of these works of art that he knows, and he has not been less vocal about playing chess in the park on weekdays.

However, Lao Liang originally thought that Hu Jiarui would also be impressed by the knowledge of art he knew, but what he got was Hu Jiarui's question.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Hearing Hu Jiarui say this, Lao Liang was unhappy at the time, and said that he had been a security guard in this auction house for a few years, and he had been in contact with many more artworks than ordinary people, so he would not be wrong no matter how he remembered.

However, just as he was about to say something, Hu Jiarui's exclamation suddenly came from the walkie-talkie.

"Ahhh

"Help! Who are you!? ”

"Don't come here! Don't kill me! Ahh

Then, there was a gust of wind, and there was no sound on the intercom.

There was no sound on the walkie-talkie, but Lao Liang was shocked and had goosebumps.

He had never heard such frightened screams, nor had he heard the desperate pleas for mercy......

After a while, Lao Liang reacted from the shock.

"Quick!" He picked up the plastic slinger placed next to him, hurriedly rushed to the guardhouse next to him, and shouted to them, "Something happened in the exhibition hall!" Everybody follow me! ”