The artist's brain circuit is unusual, and the original plan was to stay in a hotel to ensure her personal safety.

Halfway through the car, Picasso suddenly changed her mind, she wanted to see the streets of Tokyo.

Wrapped in a mass of quilts, without even revealing the head, what kind of scenery can you see?

Shiraishi was full of doubts, but he still did not refuse this man's request, he was protecting Picasso, not guarding him like a prisoner.

With him, I don't think anyone can do anything to Picasso.

The trio gave up the taxi to the hotel and walked instead.

The streets were very cold in winter, and most of Picasso's long legs were bare, no, and after a closer look, Shiraishi found that there was a thin layer of flesh-colored stockings attached to those legs.

Even so, it's still cold to be barefoot, right?

He thought to himself, and he wasn't quite sure, that girls were amazing creatures in winter.

Men are often wrapped in big cotton jackets are not warm enough, but they are thin but they can bare legs, relying on a pair of warm stockings to stride in the cold wind, and passers-by feel cold.

Aono Ren didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to those little things, and his eyes swept around to prevent any emergencies.

In his opinion, Baishi is a nurse who has no combat effectiveness, and at the critical moment, he still needs to take action, so naturally he can't take it lightly.

Picasso did not have the celebrity baggage of being an artist, or rather, artists let others accommodate themselves, rather than accommodate others.

She jumped on the street on her own, the dull hair on her head dangling, as if she was playing a game of jumping checks.

Didi's siren suddenly sounded, and the citizens in front began to evacuate the street in an orderly manner, and it didn't take long for the place to become empty.

"What's going on?" Picasso asked, his golden fur swaying from side to side.

Ren Aono replied, "It's an alert from the monster, so let's retreat to a safe area." ”

"Won't you handle it?" Picasso took two steps back, and it seemed that this was a safe area.

Shiraishi shrugged his shoulders and said, "This kind of thing will be handled by someone else." ”

"Oh, just let me take a look."

Picasso muttered in reply, his head did not stick out, but raised a periscope similar to a submarine from the quilt, looked left and right, and said, "Oh, so you look like this~"

"You couldn't see it before."

Shiraishi complained.

"The so-called artist is to have the courage to grope forward in the dark."

Picasso replied with a straight face, turning the periscope to see the direction in which the monster had descended.

The invisible space appears visibly distorted and collapsed, forming a dark tunnel with liquefied energy overflowing from the edges, falling like ink.

"Roar!" The monster reached out with two jet-golden claws to grip the edge of space, and its body was as fat as an inflated hot air balloon.

The two feet are as short as the claws, and the overall appearance is fleshy, without the hideous impression of monsters in the world.

Picasso's eyes blinked, and the fat monster had fallen.

At some point, the three transcendents began to collect the bodies and clean up the bloodstains from the scene.

Everything about monsters is a treasure, and no transcendent is willing to waste it.

After a while, the streets were open to traffic as usual, and the disappeared crowd popped up again, continuing to walk on the streets, unaffected by the appearance of the monsters.

After so many years, the inhuman existence has been integrated with people's daily life, and it is difficult to cause much emotion.

People are more afraid of unemployment and bankruptcy tomorrow than they are afraid of being killed by monsters.

With a lot of loans pressed there, and leaving aside the families of those who were killed, most of the living people have a hard time lamenting the fragility of life, and at most they can like the silent post online.

Picasso did not lament how life was, and sighed: "Even if I use a periscope, I still can't see anything." ”

Aono Lian smiled: "They used three moves, and the red-haired one used Yin-Yang to contain the monster's limbs.

The black-haired man struck the monster in the chest with a white blow, and another black-haired man slashed the beaten area with a knife.

The division of labor between the three is clear, and they are definitely not novices. ”

"Yes, when we went back to the hotel, I suddenly had an inspiration, and I really wanted to paint a picture, and the name should be Urban People."

Picasso suddenly asked to return to the hotel, and the inspiration in her head forced her to immediately take out her pen and paint her emotions.

How people will interpret it in the future is not in her thinking.

The role of an artist is to make people think, not to determine how people think.

"Hurry up, hurry up~" She kept urging, so anxious that she stomped on the spot.

"Always stop a taxi," Shiraishi replied firmly, reaching out to hail a taxi and returning to the five-star hotel he had booked.

Ren Aono was not so nervous in the taxi, and said with a smile on her face: "Actually, I am a fan of Miss Picasso."

I've been thinking about what you're trying to convey to people in that Norwegian kid, that big color. ”

"Nothing." Picasso replied bluntly, kicking his feet restlessly, "I just saw a child sitting in Norway and wanted to draw it." ”

"Yes, he is a well-known artist, and he can stimulate people's imagination with a painting~"

Aono Lian's tone was not embarrassed, but she admired this person more and more, and with pure art, it aroused people's thinking about the content of the painting.

Shiraishi was at a loss when he heard this, he hadn't seen Picasso's paintings, he only felt that Aono Ren was worthy of being a fan of Picasso, and this could be brought back.

"Haha, art is to stimulate people's imagination and thinking, by no means to preach to people, you know art quite well."

Picasso deeply agreed with Aono Lian's words, and even the dull hair on the top of his head became light.

Compared to the unknown art, Shiraishi was itched by that dull hair, and wanted to reach out and pull it out.

This evil thought has always seduced him to reach out and give it a try.

Of course, Shiraishi just thought about it in his heart, and he wouldn't really do a rude thing like reaching out and pulling out someone's hair.

The taxi drove back to the hotel and the journey was uneventful.

……

On the other side, a truck full of paintings drove to the National Museum of Art in Tokyo.

Located in Roppongi, Minato-ku, Tokyo, it was designed by the late architect Kisho Kurokawa and is an art museum in the forest.

The interior is spacious, but there are no fixed exhibits, which is suitable for contracting as an art exhibition for Picasso.

The exterior of the National Art Center, Tokyo is covered with plants, and the entrance is made up of conical glass doors, thick concrete pillars, and stairs on the east and west sides, making the interior look extremely spacious.

Coupled with the little sunlight that falls on the wall through the glass, it adds a bit of warmth and elegance to the place.

The beautiful teeth of the Oniryuin Temple had an amazing expression on her face full of dirt buns, and she once again came to the side of Kaminagi Rin.

Annoyed by this, she will run to Jun Komori to share the joy, or find a new friend Kumei to tell her inner amazement.

In short, she is full of vitality and runs around, and there is no time to stop.

Dozens of paintings were also carefully moved to the exhibition hall under the bag, where they were hung on the walls by staff in preparation for tomorrow's exhibition.

The beauty of the Oniryuin stopped in front of the painting that the Rose Thieves wanted to steal.

This drawing of hell is an abstract painting of various bright colors, and the scene of a group of imps trying to climb to the top of a near-vertical cliff looks desperate and crazy.

The beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Temple seemed to be able to hear the falling little ghost screaming in horror, and took a step back, "What a scary painting, won't you lose sleep at night?" ”

"Stupid, this is called art."

Kaminagi Rin raised her hand and knocked her on the head, and said angrily, "Don't fish here, listen to the command." ”

"Oh." Miya followed her out of Hell and into the center of the exhibition hall.

Hua Jianju crossed his hands on his hips and said: "You are all the best of the younger generation, I won't be verbose, the art exhibition lasts for a week, today and tomorrow are the key, no one wants to sleep."

Give me a good patrol.

Takagi and I stayed in the exhibition hall, and the five of you were outside, so don't let suspicious people approach.

What's the matter, contact through this walkie-talkie, the channel is public, don't use it for chatting! ”

She admonished and began handing out walkie-talkies.

Without that kind of yin-yang technique of communication to connect teammates, you can only rely on this kind of mortal technology to communicate.

"Yanagi guards the entrance of the exhibition hall, Shen Nagi guards the exit of the exhibition hall, and if you go to the corridor, hand it over to the Oni Ryu-in, and Sora Mei and Komori patrol outside the house, and never let go of suspicious people."

Hanama further assigned the task, then clapped his hands and said, "Don't stay here, let's go!" ”

"Good!" The beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Temple replied loudly.

……

There is nothing unusual during the day, but at night, the National Art Center, which is very well lit, becomes eerie.

At night in Tokyo, there are no stars or moon, and everything is shrouded behind dark clouds.

However, the museum slammed the door again, and after the museum closed, it resolutely did not turn on the lights.

The beauty of the ghost dragon courtyard can only use a flashlight, wandering in the empty hall, yawning in her mouth, so bored, I really want to sleep.

She has a lively personality and is the most resistant to such boring patrols, especially since thieves are likely not to show up.

The first yawn of the Oniryuin Mei Ya, followed by the second and third yawns.

"Di, everyone reports in detail on the situation in their positions."

The wireless walkie-talkie sounded the voice of Hanama Ju, so that the beautiful tooth of the Ghost Dragon Temple did not continue to yawn, forced her eyelids, and reported: "There is no abnormality in the corridor." ”

"There are no anomalies at the entrance." "There is no anomaly at the exit." "There's nothing unusual out there."

The words of several people rang out one after another, indicating that there was no anomaly in the museum.

"Very well, don't be careless, continue to be vigilant."

The wireless walkie-talkie suddenly became quiet, and the beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Courtyard shook their hands, and there was a faint shadow on the ground.

Her face was loose and gone, what was that?

Before he could figure it out, he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, the expression on his face became dull, and he turned around and walked towards the entrance step by step.

"Ghost Dragon Temple, don't be lazy."

The god Nagi Rin who was guarding the entrance muttered, "You can hear you yawning here......

The conversation outside the exhibition hall quickly ended.

Hanama's eyes opened, and she sensed that something was wrong, and when she saw the clock hanging on the wall, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Two footsteps were heard at the entrance.

"I should have said that you are not allowed to come in without permission."

Hanama Ju's face was gloomy, and a pair of purple cherry eyes were full of indifference, and said, "I'm going to say sorry to Shiraishi." ”

Ghost Dragon Temple's beautiful teeth and Kaminagi Rin looked dumbfounded, not at all like normal people, and when they heard her words, they all charged forward.

Hanama Ju held the handle of the knife and pulled it out directly, and before he waved it, the light of the knife had already illuminated the dim exhibition hall.

One heart and ten thousand thoughts, one thought and one kill.

The light of the sword dispelled the thin lines on the back of the necks of Kaminagi Rin and the beautiful teeth of the Oniryuin, and their gaze shifted from godlessness to the blankness when they first woke up from their dreams.

When the sword light was strangling, Hanama Ju caught a glimpse of a dark figure disappearing in the air, "Where to run?" ”

She screamed, moved the handle of the knife in her hand, and her heart knife was as cold as the wind scraping her bones, wanting to scrape off a layer of skin from the other party, but she was cleverly avoided by the escape technique.

"Hah!" Gao Mujiao didn't spare his hand, and a roar of Buddhism shook the exhibition hall, and the angry King Kong emerged from behind, and the three heads and six arms brushed towards the black shadow.

Unexpectedly, in an instant, the black shadow was divided into two, two into three, and three lives, and the black shadow wandered around the exhibition hall.

Hanama Ju guarded the hell drawing, the heart knife swept over, and all the black shadows were destroyed, not a single painting was lost, but the person was gone.

"Little thief, run pretty fast." She stomped her foot in anger, and the leopard prints on her legs trembled, "Send a message to Lian, there are two enemies, one is good at doppelganger escape techniques, and the other person should be able to control people remotely." ”

"Hmm." Takagi nodded and said, "Tonight looks like a temptation." ”

"That's right."

Hanama nodded, her eyes flashed with a solemn look, and the little thief had two strokes.

After thinking about it, she walked up to Kaminagi Rin and Ghost Dragon Temple Miya and asked, "Are you all right?" ”

"It's okay, it's just a little dizzy."

Kaminagi Rin replied truthfully, her delicate porcelain doll's face full of shame, "I'm sorry, we couldn't help." ”

"No, you've helped, we wouldn't have been able to detect the anomaly without you being on guard outside."

Hanama Ju comforted her and patted her on the shoulder, "You have done a good job, and if you can still persevere, you will continue to stick to your post." ”

"Hmm." Kaminagi Rin nodded heavily.

She regretted a little in her heart, she was still too careless, and when she saw that the state of the Ghost Dragon Courtyard was not right, she should use the robe as soon as possible, instead of waiting there stupidly, resulting in being manipulated by the enemy.

Although it is unclear whether the robe will be able to defend against the enemy, she has not come up with a perfect response strategy, that is, she is not well prepared, and she must be more conscious.

Kaminagi Rin exited the exhibition hall and raised his hand to rub the back of his neck.

The beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Temple followed up and said, "Do you also have pain in the back of your neck?" ”

"Hmm." She nodded slightly, "I wonder if the enemy can only come here to attack, or if he is deliberately looking here to induce our attention?"

If you're not sure, don't say it, it's troublesome to make a mistake. ”

"Oh." The beautiful teeth of the Ghost Dragon Academy nodded, and muttered: "Damn, I don't see anyone at all, I feel that we are still so weak." ”

"Keep up the good work."

Kami-Nagi Rin can only comfort her good friend like this.

Miya of the Oniryuin Temple nodded and continued to patrol.