"Melted?"

Maki Hattori repeats it to make sure she heard correctly.

Musashino nodded:

"Let's go, go up and have a look."

The museum is still very quiet, and you can still hear the echo of their footsteps, and Maki Hattori uses a flashlight to observe the surroundings.

"What's that?"

Suddenly, she stepped on a puddle of slimy stuff on the soles of her feet.

Look down.

It's a puddle of red pigment.

The cleaning of the art museum should be in place, how can there be paint on the stairs?

She held up her flashlight.

"Shhhh

With the help of the light, she saw that not only the footsteps, but also the handrails of the stairs, the surrounding walls, and the dome of the art museum were all traces of paint!

These traces are all over the art gallery.

It's like a ten-story giant painter who has just done a crazy graffiti.

"Lots of paint stains!"

She opened her mouth in surprise.

"Musashi-san, do you know what this situation is?

"Take a look."

Musashino never said a word, and he didn't pay attention to his surroundings, which made Hattori Maki a little flustered.

"I don't know."

The answer was brief.

At this time, Musashino was thinking about something else:

That is, after arriving at the scene and seeing the current state of the security guard, can Maki Hattori stand up?

Because it's kind of scary indeed.

"You...... Do you have cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases? He asked suddenly.

Well?

Maki Hattori was stunned and shook his head vigorously.

"What about urological diseases?"

"I didn't ...... You, you have urological diseases! ”

"That's good."

Musashino puts his mind at ease:

It seems that Maki Hattori should not lose his temper, and I have already fulfilled my duty to remind me.

The sixth floor, the oil painting exhibition hall.

The security guards are here.

Maki Hattori held a baton in his hand and slammed the door in:

"Wasteland ahead, let go of the hostages!

"This is the survival zone, not a place where you can do whatever you want!"

But in response to her, there were only echoes.

"Forehead ......"

The structure of the exhibition hall is simple.

It is a rectangular hall with many small paintings hanging on both sides, and on the front wall is a huge oil painting, which is supposed to be the main exhibit.

Maki Hattori scratched her head in embarrassment:

"There's no one here, huh?"

She was already skeptical of Musashino's claims.

The oil painting exhibition hall is on the sixth floor, how can you know what happened here on the first floor?

Unless......

He has the ability to see through......

Well? Isn't that ......

Maki Hattori hurriedly wrapped his arms around his chest and blocked his chest.

She looked at Musashino's eyes as if she had seen a wasteland creature:

"Musashi-san, are you, you, you ......?"

(; ́༎ຶД༎ຶ') -

I'm not clean anymore.

"Huh? Wrong. ”

Since the security guard was not here, it proved that Musashino's judgment was wrong, and his eyes did not have a perspective function.

It's that I'm thinking too much.

"Humph!

"It's important to find someone, and I'll pursue your nonsense ...... later"

Musashino snapped his fingers.

Syllable~

He manipulated the soul splitter to pull down the electric switch, and the lights in the museum turned on one after another, and the oil painting exhibition hall also lit up with a soft white light.

The oil painting is embedded in the frame, giving it a sense of tranquility unique to a work of art.

Musashino raised his hand;

"Right there."

Maki Hattori followed the direction of his finger and saw the huge oil painting in front of the hall.

"Huh?

"It turned out to be 'Tokyo Folding.'"

Maki Hattori recognized.

"Tokyo Folding" is one of the most famous oil paintings in the Shinjuku Museum of Art's collection, and although she has not seen it with her own eyes, she knows a little about it.

This is an abstract painting.

It depicts the scene of the living quarters in a broken way, as if the city had been folded and crumpled.

The author died of illness five years ago.

He is a young painter.

No one knew about it during his lifetime, but after his death, he suddenly became popular and was sought after by tens of thousands of people in the art world.

"But ......"

Maki Hattori rubbed his chin:

"I remember that wasn't what Tokyo Fold looked like?"

At this time, in the middle of the painting, there is a puddle of black liquid, covering the original picture.

The liquid is a mixture of black, red, brownish, and yellow, and also has an unpleasant odor.

Looks weird.

"Is it a stain, someone has destroyed this famous painting?"

Musashino shook his head:

"No, what do you think of when you look at the shape of this stain?"

Maki Hattori straightens his sunglasses.

This stain area is large.

It is about three meters high and two meters long, and it is divided into five forks in total, which are matched by its strange color......

Grunt~

Hattori Maki's face is not very good-looking:

"Like ...... Like a squashed man. ”

She presses the frame and activates the magnification function of the smart sunglasses.

It can be clearly seen that the canvas of "Tokyo Folding" moves regularly and slightly, slowly absorbing the "stains".

Musashino explains:

"This is the security guard."

Vomit –

Maki Hattori bent down and vomited everything he ate tonight on the spot.

Security Officer......

I was actually eaten by oil paintings!

Wrong.

How can an ordinary oil painting dissolve and swallow animals, "Tokyo Folding" is no longer an oil painting, but has mutated into a wasteland creature!

Actually, Musashino also thought it was very novel.

Still life mutations, he just heard about it.

But it's the first time I've seen it.

Tokyo Fold seems to know that it has been discovered, and immediately spends its pace eating.

In just two seconds, the security guards were absorbed.

After vomiting up dinner, Maki Hattori quickly regained his form.

As an extraordinary person who has faced wasteland creatures many times, this level wants me to lose my combat effectiveness, impossible!

Scratch your fingertips.

Blood is low, and batons quickly turn into lightsabers.

She clenched the hilt of her sword and shouted to the "Tokyo Fold" in front of her:

"Don't pretend!

"Since you have mutated into a wasteland and can also actively hunt prey, you must have basic thinking skills, so ...... Come out and speak! ”

Rustling.......

"Tokyo Folding" shakes slightly, and the paint on the canvas fluctuates:

"Tut~

"I didn't expect that I would be found out if I ate so carefully."

Hiss –

Pieces of paint suddenly peel off the surface, and they quickly splice and bend in front of the picture, stacking into a huge paper figure up to three meters high.

The body of the paper man is covered with complex patterns.

If it weren't for the fact that this guy could move and talk, he might have been mistaken for a sculptural work of art.

It tiptoed and took two steps forward.

The paint kept sliding down the paper man, so that everywhere it walked, it left a colorful trail.

"Hee-hee-hee."

It lowered its head and looked down at Musashino and Hattori Maki:

"I thought that the day I was discovered, there might be many powerful transcendents who would encircle and suppress me.

"I didn't expect it......

"There are only two little hairy children."

The paper man rubbed against his throat and laughed harshly.

Maki Hattori's mood was extremely tense.

She looked at the lightsaber in her hand.

The original bright crimson light dimmed a lot, and when facing this paper man, her strength was extremely oppressed.

It is due to the suppression of the self-hierarchy.

This wasteland creature is at a high level!

But......

Maki Hattori plucked up his courage and asked:

"Your level of intelligence is obviously not something that a still life can turn into a wasteland creature can have, so your original body is definitely not Tokyo Folding.......

"Rather......

"A human, huh?"