Not long after, a chaotic sound came from downstairs.

Most of the people now have ordinary hearing, and only hear a lot of shouting from below, and then they know that the expected trouble has begun.

Yu Xing threw away the golden watch in his hand in a illuminated worry-filled look. Yun Si looked at his wrist, which seemed to be weak, and first spoke to stop him: "You... don't throw it down..."

This is a token of life saving. Without it, everyone will be gone.

Yu Xing: "..."

He grabbed the watch speechlessly, and found it a bit funny. I'm afraid that so many "big guys" are collectively nervous because of a watch. They rarely see it after this event. He said: "Let's go too, I guess someone will take the opportunity to run to the third floor to hurt people later."

"You said... can the person in charge stop those below?" Ning Feng touched his smooth chin and walked towards the studio with others while speculating.

"If the viewer is D-level, the person in charge is B-level." Zhao Yijiu, who had not said a word after coming up, suddenly replied to Ning Feng, and his cold and determined tone surprised everyone.

"Really? How did you see it?" The female tester was curious.

"...sensation." Zhao Yi didn't want to say much to someone other than Yu Xing, just to show one thing, "The person in charge is serious and should be able to kill all the viewers below at a great cost."

This is just theoretically. First of all, not all viewers will be instigated. Most of them must watch the show. In this case, the person in charge will really use violent means and the pressure will not be that great.

Secondly, even if you want to kill them all, the viewers will not stand in the first row and let the person in charge challenge them one by one. They will run around, and there will definitely be someone who can rush to the third floor to find trouble for the painter.

In short, they expected the development in advance and avoided the first most direct impact. Now they only need to hide behind the painters in the studio on the third floor to welcome a small number of fish that missed the net.

Everyone came to the door of Jian Studio. This time, the door was closed tightly. Yu Xing looked at the red blood on the door with disgust. After a moment of pause, Zhao Yijiu stepped forward and changed his position, reached out and knocked on the door.

The person who came to open the door was the person in charge, the fat man.

When the fat man saw so many people, he opened his mouth, and the bright red bloodstains stuck to his teeth, and he pulled out the silk as he spoke: "What are you... here to do?"

"I heard some riots... did you do it?" The fat man's voice was gloomy, with obvious excitement.

"Ah, do you think we are coming here to die, right?" Yu Xingze said the fat man's thoughts, and then said, "We forced outsiders are not as stupid as those below... tokens."

He shook his watch in front of the fat man's eyes: "We reminded the person in charge about something. He allowed us to come here to take refuge during the riots. He thanked us very much and asked you to protect us from injuries. If he didn't do it, he would punish you when he came back."

"Really?" The fat man looked at him suspiciously. No matter how he thought about it, the person in charge would not say such kind words.

This is certainly impossible.

But the fat man now has no evidence to prove that the person in charge has not said such a thing.

Yu Xing was full of confidence and leisurely pushed away the fat man who was hesitating on the road and walked into the dark studio. The painters inside were confused. They looked at the eleven people who suddenly rushed in and looked at each other on the round table.

"Yo, what's this for?"

"Come and ask me for an autograph?"

"What's the matter here? I'm so annoyed as mosquitoes."

"Where is my head..."

"Everyone." Yu Xing interrupted them with a smile, "Let's come to the studio to avoid it. Extreme people may rush in later..."

The painter Andy looked dissatisfied: "I heard that the extreme masses rushed up and had anything to do with us. Don't they want to hit you?"

Although the fat man suspected, he took the initiative to close the door of the studio for the sake of his watch and said to the group of outsiders: "You can sit on the sofa for a while, maybe my boss will be back soon."

Everyone sat down and decided to give it to Yu Xing to perform.

"Even if the punishment is done, it will only punish the staff here. Although we have cooperation at the art exhibition, we are not subordinates of the art gallery after all, and threatening this is useless to us~" Ms. Linda looked in a good mood. She stared at Yu Xing's figure and tried to find a hint of panic on the other party's face. "This art gallery, the deputy director went out of the distance and took away many security personnel. The person in charge of the art exhibition, that is, the director, was not very capable of fighting. It is really true that someone came in, and they may not be able to protect you!"

"You can't say that. We've helped you in the end." Yu Xing's tone became a little cold, as if he was very dissatisfied with the reactions of these people. "Do you know what excuses those people use to make trouble? They said that your paintings are better than a few fakes, and they have the attitude to hold art exhibitions here."

Ms. Linda's face changed instantly.

The other painters also showed unbelievable and angry expressions, and Yu Xing continued to work hard: "They will come to the third floor. The biggest goal is not just to help us, but to them, you are the culprits who have wasted their time, feelings and money to see a worthless art exhibition."

"You!" A painter stood up, his already terrible eyes glared at Yu Xing.

"You have seen those fakes with your own eyes and identified them personally. How do you compare with your painting skills? I think you all know what I said and know if what I said is a lie." Yu Xing was very unpolite and sat calmly on the sofa. The testers exchanged their own eyes and decided to continue like this together.

"Indeed, when I was on the second floor, I saw other viewers praising the fakes more than once. They all admired art so much that they would not be ashamed of a group of painters hiding their true good paintings in the studio in order to maintain their reputation." Yun Si moved his fingers and pressed his knuckles out loud. "What's more, in order not to be ashamed, the person in charge did not make the reason for the fakes in the exhibition public. As long as the people below use this as an excuse, it will easily destroy the reputation of the exhibition. Even if you painters who provide paintings, you will leave a huge stain in the future."

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"And if you don't protect us, let us die here, the rules seem to be broken. We did what we should do, but we didn't get the corresponding gains... It's really regrettable. Although you who violate the rules may not be punished, the person in charge will... Hey, he is so pitiful, he won't be angry when he comes back~" Ning Feng deliberately exaggeratedly expressed his concerns, "No, no, he won't vent his anger on you because of his punishment, right? It's so terrible, the person in charge."

Everyone: "..." It's simply. Everyone who has only heard of it from afar but has never cooperated with me feels that their understanding of everyone is deeper.

It is said that although these painters are not subordinates of the person in charge, they are also afraid of the power of the person in charge. After various conditions, they thought about it and seemed that there was no reason not to help.

During their friendly and friendly conversation, the riots below continued, and some sounds that were obviously larger than the museum's requirements could be heard through the floor.

When the Jian studio calmed down, a few rapid running sounds in the corridor were like a stone throwing into the sea, attracting everyone's attention. The running sound was not orderly, but it was indeed coming here. The fat man waited by the door and rubbed his hands, with a vicious smile on his face.

Yu Xing quietly waited for the intruder to appear. As he expected, the number of intruders to the third floor should be between 3 and 7. Except for the viewers who were used as guns in the anger of the crowd, there must be more than three eyeliners sent by the organization, otherwise it would not be a large-scale instigation.

"Peng!"

"Peng Peng Peng!"

The red wooden door was kicked at first, but when the people outside found that it had not been kicked open, they began to slap the door quickly. The room was dark and closed, and the sound of the door was like a god of death knocking on the door anxiously, which suddenly brought great horror to the space.

This is how many murderous movies are performed. People outside the door should carry a big axe and say "I saw you."

It is different in this copy. The sound of slapping the door did not make the red wooden door shaking, so the fat man couldn't wait any longer and took the initiative to open the door, exposing everything inside the door to the sight of the people outside the door.

"I finally found you, a bunch of bad painters!"

The first words of the person who came in completely changed the painters' faces, from the half-believing and half-doubting just now to the determination. Every painter's eyes revealed murderous aura, insulting their profession? Unforgivable!

Yu Xing secretly sighed at the cooperation of these people, and then, like others, lowered his body slightly to reduce his presence.

He also secretly glanced at the people coming outside. They were some viewers he had seen on the second floor. Some were wearing skirts and some were wearing suits. Without exception, there were bloody stars on their clothes, and they looked much more terrifying than when they were on the second floor. A woman rushed forward, and her hair turned into bloody muscles connecting the meridians, waving in the air. Another man's mouth had no skin, and the white bones were exposed to the air, which was very indulgent.

By the way, he saw the axe he imagined, a small hand, and seemed to have no other function than chopping people.

"Why put the fakes in the painting to count?"

"Why are the fakes you painted not as good as you are? I pay attention to the art exhibition every year and the new paintings of painters every year. You never know how to make progress, you only know how to stay in place, and then use the reputation you have accumulated to rely on your seniority and pretend to be authority. I am really fed up!"

"Yes, do you really think we can't see that you're not painting well? Since the beginning of this exhibition, my ears are full of brainless fans. Did you hire them for money? Or did you look at your brainless paintings over and over again and become really brainless?"

"I spent so much effort to buy a ticket, but I saw a joke, haha."

There were five people who broke in, which was almost the same as Yu Xing's estimated number. He could feel the powerful ghost aura from these intruders, which was a truly unconcealed aura.

Very strong.

Yu Xing made a corresponding judgment instantly, and Zhao Yijiu also reminded him in his ear: "These painters can barely stop them, and there are three staff members here, so we have a greater chance of winning."

"Well, I don't think you have to worry too much. Just watch the show. We have done everything we can do in advance. Even if it is a boss fight, we may be consumed by us, so there is little danger left."

No matter how small their conversation sounded, some testimonials still heard it. They felt a little relaxed, and finally suddenly realized that they were not out of danger yet, so they forced the feeling of relaxation back.

They were all waiting for what would happen in the studio.

The painter who separated the head and the body walked out with his head in his arms, and was filled with righteous indignation: "You are just viewers, what art do you know!"

His head was held in his hands, and his eyes emitted a shrewd light: "Some of you must be the instigators. Are you very happy to let others be the gunman for yourself?"

Crodill behind him also sneered: "Look at what you did, so unordered, it means that the plan you racked your brains and thought of has been crushed by us. You should feel ashamed and sad."

These words fell among the several intruders, and some people's facial expressions changed for a moment.

"It's just that there are fakes in your painting!" The woman whose hair turned into fleshy tendons pointed at him and shouted, "You should be damned if you are cheating and not honest!"

Yu Xing secretly marveled at the simplicity of the folk customs of Death Island, and just a painting in an exhibition reached a damn level.

The two sides were unhappy when they saw each other and had personal disputes of interest, so they quickly formed a ball. In the eyes of the hiding testimonists and deducers, this was a group of demons dancing, and from time to time, a pinch of skin or some meat was flying towards them.

"The battle is fierce, but it seems that the people who broke in are at a disadvantage." Yun Si even explained secretly, "But why do I feel like a painter is paddling?"

Yun Si's eyes were better. When he saw it and said it, the others noticed it.

Ms. Linda stood at the outermost edge of the fight circle, and from time to time, she stretched out her hand, and seemed to have some strange pigments sprinkled out of her hand. After the outsiders touched the pigments, they would involuntarily slow down and hold their heads for a while. But the problem is that this pigment is an indiscriminate attack, and other painters will also be affected. So it seems that Ms. Linda temporarily stopped her hand in order not to make others confused.

"She is indeed." Ning Feng responded, "Why do I think something is wrong?"
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