Gallery.

"Daddy! Look! ”

Rebecca exclaimed.

She took her father, Viscount Pompeii, to a painting.

"Be quiet, Rebecca, don't make a fuss, where did the etiquette teach you?"

Viscount Pompeii looked helpless.

"Got it, Dad...... Look at this picture! ”

At Rebecca's urging, Viscount Pompeii raised his eyes, and in the next second, his expression froze.

This large-scale painting, delicately framed, hangs at the end of this aisle.

The battlefield depicted above is quite realistic, with artillery fire and dust under a gloomy sky. But the young soldier in the center of the picture turns his back on his companions and turns to flee.

The appearance of this young deserter, with whom Viscount Pompeii was very familiar, was none other than his adopted son, Vigre.

"Vigre ...... "The Deserter" ......"

When Viscount Pompeii saw this painting, he instantly understood the cause and effect.

"It turns out that he has been cheating on me since a long time ago."

He muttered, but instead of hatred, he only felt lonely and disappointed.

"Oh sun, this is ...... Vigray! ”

Madame Pompeii also came over and exclaimed when she saw the painting.

The viscount was in no mood to remind his wife to lower the volume again, he calmed down and frowned slightly.

"Who painted this work? How did he know these truths......? ”

"Dad, the author of this painting is called 'Beckman,' which seems to be the name of the owner of this gallery."

Rebecca noticed the signature in the lower right corner of the painting and reminded him out loud.

Viscount Pompeii nodded.

"I'd like to ask Mr. Beckman something, you're waiting for me here."

"Oh Pompeii, I'll go with you."

Pompey said.

"I'm going too!"

Rebeb caravanated by her father's arm.

Viscount Pompeii nodded, and walked back with his wife and daughter.

When passing by some guests who stopped to admire the paintings, he suddenly heard a burst of exclamations.

"Oh my sun! This is...... This is my dead husband White! He actually carried me on his back and had a leg with the maid in the house?! ”

A noble lady covered her face, very excited.

In front of her, there are two bare men and women, playing in bed. The name of the corner of the oil painting is "White and the Maid".

But she's not alone.

It was a similar situation among the other guests, who saw familiar faces in the paintings, whether they were relatives or lovers, or friends and girlfriends. But these familiar faces seem strange in the paintings, because the contents of the paintings are secrets that they have never known.

At the other end of the gallery, a tall, round Noah stands in front of a painting.

The others were reluctant to approach him, and only Floy stood quietly to one side. She faintly heard Noah's low sobs, and the two words that touched her heart:

"Brother......

The painting in front of Noah shows him sleeping as a child, a boy of normal size and even thin. A beautiful girl sat in front of his bed, silently watching him, the corners of her mouth raised lightly, and her eyes doting.

But the title of the work in the corner of the oil painting is "Brother".

If Chen Lun was here, he would be able to recognize the girl in the painting, who was the "silver witch" Rosa.

"Beckman! I need you to give us an explanation! ”

A male voice with anger sounded.

Everyone looked over and saw a middle-aged man holding an oil painting and striding towards the door.

"It's Viscount Picot, who just found a painting of his wife cheating."

"Oh, no wonder he's so annoyed......"

Things are beginning to ferment, and many distinguished guests have already discovered the clues, and this exhibition may not be as simple as imagined...... There's even something spooky.

Boom!!

The door to the gallery suddenly closed.

The crowd was startled when they heard the loud noise.

Viscount Picot, who was holding the oil painting and was about to ask Beckman for an explanation, suddenly stopped, he didn't know what he saw, and his face was frightened.

Bang Bang Bang ......

In the silence, there was a sudden burst of applause.

Everyone looked at a middle-aged man in a tuxedo, walking out from behind a pillar near the door.

"Well done, oil sir, you are really a great contributor to the organization."

He walked slowly to Beckman, who smiled and did not respond.

The two stood opposite Viscount Picot, who took two steps back vigilantly.

"Who are you?"

He questioned, then turned to look at Beckman.

"Mr. Beckman! What do you mean?! ”

"What do you mean......? Ha ha! ”

The mysterious tuxedo laughed a few times, then his expression became serious, and he said in a deep voice:

"I am here to solemnly inform you that you have been kidnapped!"

"Kidnapping?!"

"Oh! The sun is above! ”

"You bastard! Do you know what you're doing?! ”

Immediately, the guests talked and exclaimed.

The ladies shrank in fear, the men looked angry, and even a few of them stood up and scolded. They profess their identity, and there is no way that anyone in this inner city would dare to kidnap them, and there are no robbers who are so daring.

"Damn the crumbs! I warn you immediately! Right away! Open the door! ”

Baron Matthew's face flushed, and he scolded as he walked forward.

The tuxedo man looked at him expressionlessly.

The next moment-

A cold light flashed!

Baron Matthew's voice stopped abruptly, his eyes widened, he took two steps forward, and then fell to the ground in two.

An old man in costume appeared behind him at some point, carrying a blood-stained short knife. He turned around and looked around, his cold eyes making everyone explode immediately.

"Ahhh

"Nope! This is not true!! ”

"Oh the sun! The sun save us! ”

Whoosh!

Several more men and women in costumes flashed out of the shadows. They rushed into the crowd, each armed with a short knife, threatening and controlling the crowd.

"Be quiet, it's too noisy."

The tuxedo man said.

In the next second, all the voices present seemed to press the silence button, and fell silent.

The crowd was horrified to find that no matter how much they shouted, they couldn't make any sound.

The tuxedo walked up to the crowd lightly, spread his hands, and smiled.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now up to me to speak of our requirements...... Those who can meet the requirements will live, and those who cannot meet will die. ”

He paused, glancing at the guests.

"Simple, isn't it?"

After everyone digested his words, the tuxedo continued:

"People are divided into high and low, and you are all noble, so the price should be worthy of your nobility...... Of course, I'll price each of you, well, just like buying cheese.

But what you need to buy is your own life. ”

The crowd was shocked and angry, but they did not dare to rise up and resist. Men and women in costumes standing around them were pointing at them with cold short knives.

In the crowd, the Countess of Bradley and Councillor Lawson stared at Beckman behind the tuxedo, and they never thought that they had been deceived by this man.

The other party actually cooperated with these extremists to plan such a shocking case.

Many of the big people in the inner city were kidnapped together and suffered such injustice, and the matter was quite bad and serious.

The Pompeys were also deeply involved, and although they were nervous, they did not panic...... After all, they had just experienced a life-and-death catastrophe not long ago, which made them calm down faster.

Noah was in the corner, his fists clenched very tightly, and this scene couldn't help but remind him of childhood memories. is also persecuted, the same powerless to resist, the only difference is that this time no one is in front of him.

Floy stood behind Noah, and the other party's huge body, almost like a high wall, completely obscured her figure.

"Where ...... is he? Hopefully he won't come back now. ”

Floy thought to herself.

From the perspective that no one could see, Beckman, standing at the door, stood quietly with a smile.

At its feet, blood quietly oozed out.