"Hello, Master Weizi, when did you come to the Lion City? Will this sculpture gallery exhibit your works? Your most recent art direction is walking sculpture? Can I take a look at your paintings?" Confused by a flurry of questions, he smiled slightly awkwardly at the excited, slightly obese young man.

"Hello, are you confusing me with someone else?"

"This is the Sculpture Gallery," Ouyang Dao said, a confused expression on his face. Why didn't he admit it? West was curious and quickly came up with a reason. I don't think Master Bhakti is willing to admit his identity. After all, he is also a famous artist. It is troublesome to be recognized in such a public place. I'll ask the master about his painting skills later, but I can't trouble him now.

West thought to himself, with a confused look on his face, ready to put the matter behind him and wait until he was the only one to express his admiration for his master. Then, a neutral voice interjected: "Bi Condick, the famous Scott painter, one of the most established figure and landscape painters, has now been selected into art school textbooks, and is best known for his handful of brown mustaches. ”

Ouyang Dao reached out to touch his mask, and he suddenly remembered that the detective had told him that he was an artist friend from the province next door. The mask he wears now is to avoid trouble, after all, Gaia. Sri Lanka is already the most wanted man in the Lion City, and although his identity and address are not a secret to many, ordinary people don't know much about the game at the top.

When they saw Ouyang Dao, they had only one reaction, to report him to the Illuminati and the Hunter Guild. The identity given by Detective Yu was recalled by Ouyang Dao, and he wanted to develop the museum into a secret base, but there was no problem with opening it. I didn't know there would be a problem wearing a mask.

Ouyang Dao thought about it sullenly and smiled at the person who spoke.

"The world is big and weird. It's possible to have the same face, not to mention the beard."

"Don't be so arbitrary, old fellow" "It's just a beard," the old man giggled. "It's very bright outside the sculpture gallery. It says Bi Condike. Your face looks exactly like the famous self-portrait"What does that mean?When was the last time he wrote about Bicondyck outside the sculpture gallery?Ouyang Dao wondered if an underground pedestrian had sent him a photo of a row of rough inscriptions under the gray-black door of the sculpture gallery:

Curator: Bill Condick. Ouyang Dao stared at the line, which was one size smaller than the name of the sculpture museum, and it didn't look like it had been carved out with a knife, but more like it had been dug out with his fingernails. At that moment, Ouyang Dao found a troublesome person, Youxiang. It's really an interesting trick, Ouyang Dao definitely didn't have it when he came back, and today there were a dozen more guests, which means that this is not the case.

White wolf yuka came the day before yesterday. Only if we know what Ouyang Dao is like now, can this plan be realized, use the name "picontico" to attract attention, Ouyang Dao is not really an artist, there will definitely be trouble, once the identity of the professional is revealed, the powder keg of the Big Three will soon come to take care of him. It felt good to be lonely, but I got the news too late.

Ouyang Dao didn't want to be a white wolf, so he turned to the old man, who was wearing a white fur coat and a fluffy white scarf in early autumn.

His hands were hidden in the sleeves of his coat, and there was nothing special on his face. He looked like an ordinary old man, but Ouyang Dao thought he had something special. Regardless of whether he is Bercondik or not, the sculpture hall is Ouyang Dao's territory, and ordinary people will not say loudly that Ouyang Dao has a problem.

"I may just happen to look like an artist, and I happen to be called by the same name" Ouyang Dao smiled at the old man, playing an old-fashioned trick, without shame. The old man laughed when he heard this, waved his hand to Ouyang Dao, and closed his mouth angrily. The old man's expression looked innocent, but Ouyang Dao noticed a hint of surprise flashing in his companion's eyes.

There's something wrong with that old guy. At this time, most people will realize that Ouyang Dao is a liar who opened a sculpture gallery in the name of an artist, and will be angry because of his malicious remarks and finally being deceived into buying tickets. But surprises shouldn't happen. It's normal for a liar to say something immoral, but it's not normal for a master of manipulation to say something like that.

Not because of the name Bicondyck, but because of Gaia. From Sri Lanka. Ouyang Dao was absent-minded. It had been three days since he left the gladiator cemetery. After returning to the Lion City, he did not hide. Regardless of the outcome of the negotiations between the great powers, it is time to send someone to inform him. Just as Ouyang Dao was about to say another word to the old man, a red-eyed young man rushed towards him. What do you mean by that? Are you a birkondik or not? ”

Heath stared at Ouyang Dao angrily, he ran more than a dozen streets to find Bicondic's name, and finally gave all his pocket money to the door, but he didn't expect to meet a liar.

"Hmm... I....I think so" "What did you just say? "Okay, let's make it clear that you're not an artist" "Listen, artist" "Artist" Ouyang Dao was embarrassed, the sign outside couldn't be fake. He didn't write the name, but if he said he wasn't, he was a liar. When dealing with an elderly person with a problem, it is natural to say what you want to say, but when dealing with an ordinary person, of course, he has to prevent the other person from doing something irrational.

West's voice caught the attention of the others, and more than a dozen promising young sculptors were watching, waiting for Ouyang Dao's explanation. You can put down the time to look at the sculptures, not professional or idle aristocrats, but look at the costumes of these people, that is, idle idle aristocrats. Today, I can't explain it clearly. I can't say I'll ever go to the Lion City again. This is the old man, who also looked at me and smiled. It's funny how a master can be driven to this point by ordinary people.

A group of nobles gathered together, their eyes flashing playfully, waiting for Ouyang Dao to make a fool of himself. These nobles were not part of the family, but they also had some rights of their own minor nobles, and on weekdays they played a supporting role at banquets and made sacrifices for the family's marriage when they grew up.

Now is their most unscrupulous moment, several nobles go out together, play unscrupulously in the Lion City, hang out, the heirs of the great nobles are busy with official business, the order of no heirs and the game of disrespect for them, this makes them the Lion City, the big nobles do not want to talk to him, and the lower ones dare not mess with him, even if it is unscrupulous.

"Are you an artist or not?If you weren't birkondik, you can't leave this sculpture gallery today, do you know what will happen to us if you deceive us?"

How funny it is for a liar to suddenly appear on an ordinary day. Siste doesn't care about a few nobles, art is above all else in his eyes, and if the other party is really cheating on him, he will pay the price in front of this liar, and he will make the other party pay at all costs. Ouyang Dao was just about to speak, when a strange voice came from behind more than a dozen nobles. She is a little girl with long blond hair who looks like the head of a nobleman.

"I suggest you don't say any clumsy tricks, this gentleman should be a student of the art school, let him expose you in the future" Ouyang Dao also knew that he was a spoiled child, which could be seen from his half-revealed smile and the enthusiastic faces of the nobles around him" Ouyang Dao took a light breath, and the confused expression on his face disappeared without a trace, revealing a cold smile that made people's scalps tingle.

Oh no! The gray-haired man said gloomily, he seemed to overestimate Ouyang Dao's patience and virtues, and saw him not as an arrogant, worldly discipliner, but as an interested thug.

"Go, you guys! I'll stop him!" The old man shouted and continued to walk, only to find that the ground under his feet had turned into a quagmire at some point, and his body was sinking continuously, and the ground was spreading one after another. The nobles looked at the old man with interest, while the other was about to sink into the quagmire. They turned to Ouyang Dao, who had a sneer on his face, and became even more distracted. "Oh, I didn't know I was a professional. Why? Are you going to hit me? ”

"Come on, do it, I know the Lion City cell is very good, what kind of style do you want? Yes, yes, Jean Francis Crick comes to introduce you to see if you like rats or prisoners, or rather, you prefer the very strong kind of prisoners, and several nobles burst out laughing, and the noblewomen in the back suddenly had a sense of foreboding.

She squinted at the silent Ouyang Dao, and then slowly walked towards the exit of the sculpture hall. Crackling. Two cold hands grabbed the lady's wrists. She turned her head and saw a visitor who had just browsed the sculpture suddenly standing behind her. Her wrists were clamped like iron pincers, and her knees pressed tightly against her legs from behind, stopping all the pressure points on her legs. "What are you doing!"

The noble actor was indignant, and although he was flustered in his heart, he still had a charming expression on the surface.

"What do you want from me? This is the Sculpture Gallery!" "You can say that she is a social aristocrat, and if the person who controls her is really an ordinary person, she will be delirious when she hears these words. The other nobles were just as flustered, Ouyang Dao's attitude made them feel that something was wrong, and when ordinary people heard their threats, they either gently said a peaceful solution, or directly and shamelessly flattered, at best some threats.

But Ouyang Dao took the opposite attitude, appreciating their burlesque performance like an audience, like a classic drama, it is better to see than to hear. "What do you want? We have several nobles gathered here, the lowest of them are nobles, fathers from viscounts to barons, do you know what I mean?" One of the young men said coldly that he already felt that the person he met today was not the kind of passerby he could tease, and he quickly announced his identity.

The ruddy-faced Celestial also calmed down, and he was taken aback by the viscounts and barons of the young nobleman, who, as an ordinary citizen, followed the guidelines of never getting involved. The house of the viscount and baron is not small. Several other nobles were still puzzled, and the old man, who was half-buried in the mud, suddenly said: "All guests, leave the sculpture gallery immediately and report to the Hunters' Alliance and the Church of Light that a vicious attack on Seventh Avenue is about to occur, and the intensity of the attack is unpredictable. ”

The old man's order to calm caught Ouyang Dao's attention, and this list of jargon pointed to one problem: He belonged to the Raven Guard.

For Maria Kelly revenge? By the way, these guys are slow. I've been back for three days and can't believe I'll be here. A smile appeared at the corner of Ouyang Dao's mouth, and the old man looked more cautious. He continued to roar and warn, but the tourists around him kept staring at the statue.

"What have you done to them? They're just ordinary people who don't have the ability. Isn't it too much? The old man rebuked Ouyang Dao with a righteous face, but a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face. Ouyang Dao clapped his hands gently, but there was a slight but strong impact, the sound of clapping his hands was like pressing the pause button, and in an instant all the guests stopped, stopped on their tracks, stopped in their arms, and those who spoke in a low voice were quiet. Kutch. The slight writhing sound of the neck made the nobles creepy. A slight twist of the spine, which is usually inaudible, is now clearly audible.

Crunch, crunch, crunch. The sound of the cervical vertebrae twisting became louder and louder, and some of them even turned their necks directly 180 degrees, and all of them stared at the nobles and old people expressionlessly, with deathly indifference in their eyes. Everyone was speechless, and then they realized that there was no one else in the sculpture hall but them.

"Welcome to my gallery of horror sculptures, owned by Bill Murphy. Condik, an ordinary man with the same name as the great artist"