Chapter 117 The Bone Gallery-Part 1
"Brilliant."
Beckman's brush touched the oil painting, and then he stretched out his index finger, and a dazzling light bloomed on it.
The entire gallery was brightly lit, and a shadow appeared on the ceiling, which was particularly eye-catching.
"Damn it!"
The man in the tuxedo cursed under his breath.
The shadow moved quickly, along the ceiling wall, towards the outside of the gallery.
"Where is your soul going? Go to sleep quickly..."
Roderick's deep voice sounded.
The speed of the shadow gradually slowed down and finally stopped. Roderick raised his right arm high and pointed his five fingers of black light at the shadow, which was constantly trembling and twisting, as if struggling and resisting.
Zila...
Meng Na took out her revolver and slid the magazine.
She touched her other hand on her waist, and a golden bullet appeared between her fingers. Then she quickly pressed and loaded the bullet, then raised the revolver and aimed it at the shadow.
A pair of cat eyes appeared on the badge on her chest, and Mona's eyes flashed with purple halo.
Bang! !
Golden flames burst out from the muzzle of the revolver, and the bullet streaked through a golden light, like sunlight shining into the shadows, hitting the shadows on the wall.
"Ah!!"
A scream echoed through the gallery.
The man in the tuxedo in the shadow fell straight down and hit the ground with a bang.
On his left chest and atrium, there was a penetrating wound the size of a baby's fist. The wound seemed to have been burned by high temperature and was scorched black and charred.
Tuxedo collapsed to the ground, twisting and struggling.
"Well done, Mona."
Roderick complimented him calmly, but the latter did not respond and just put away his gun.
The brush in Beckmann's hand became faster and faster, and finally he drew a line of black oil paint, dragging a long shadow on the painting. In this shadow, countless pairs of malicious eyes suddenly opened.
"The power of conspiracy really makes people's hair stand on end. I named this masterpiece "Peeping"... It's great. Of all the paintings, this one is my favorite!"
Beckman stopped painting and announced with excitement that he was done.
The man in the tuxedo stopped struggling and stood as still as a statue. When the painting was completed, his spirituality was completely drained, leaving only a dead body.
"Are we saved?"
"Oh, the sun is up, thank you so much!"
The guests suddenly felt lucky to have survived the disaster, and thanked Beckman, Roderick and other shelter staff. Some of them know about the mysterious realm, some are seeing it for the first time today, but all of them are in a state of shock.
Noah slowly loosened his clenched fists and sighed a little dejectedly.
Floy quietly withdrew from the crowd, walked slowly to where the circus members' bodies disappeared, and bent down to pick up the "small objects" scattered on the ground.
"These are very important to him..."
She thought to herself, silently picking up all the small objects in the blind spot where no one was paying attention.
Leave no one behind.
It seemed that the matter had come to an end, and someone else remembered the weirdness of this art exhibition and prepared to ask Beckman about it.
Roderick organized the investigators to comfort the guests, but Beckman on the side had a strange expression on his face.
Pfft——! !
Everyone's eyes widened and they saw a horrific scene.
The face of a lady in front was even spattered with blood.
Commissioner Roderick's chest was pierced by a black, shadowy paintbrush. His face showed disbelief, and he turned his head to look at Beckman, who looked crazy.
"Ahhhh!!"
screamed the lady.
Beckman turned his head, raised his hand and slapped him.
With a bang, the lady's entire head was beaten into powder and bloody foam, her voice suddenly stopped, and her body fell straight down.
"Shhh."
Beckman took out his bloody palm, stretched out an index finger and placed it in front of his mouth.
Everyone suddenly realized that they could no longer make any sound and were speechless.
"You...you're crazy, Beckman."
Roderick held his chest, tried his best to use black light to delay the injury, and narrowed his eyes at the other person.
"It needs more, and it can also become a very good work, Mr. Commissioner..."
Beckman looked around, taking in the horrified expressions of everyone.
"Everyone present can become a member of the painting."
Panic began to boil over.
All the guests suddenly realized that the most terrifying man behind all this was the gallery owner Beckman. Not only does he act as a double agent, he also wants to take advantage of both sides and kill everyone.
This is a lunatic!
After the investigators recovered from their shock, they all raised their guns and shot at Beckman.
Bang bang bang bang bang...! !
The oil painting "Peeping" that he had just painted appeared in the back of Beckman's mind. He was covered in black shadows and swallowed the bullets without causing any shock.
The oil painting behind his head switched to "The Eye in the Painting". As soon as his eyes were swept away, the investigators fell down one after another like straw in the autumn wind, clutching their hearts.
"Beckman!"
Roderick scolded angrily, raised his hand and released a wave of black light.
Beckman smiled, and the painting behind his head switched again, this time to "The Deserter". The corners of his mouth split open, he opened his mouth and swallowed the black light wave directly.
Immediately afterwards, black smoke came out of Beckman's body, and his momentum increased.
"Death can also be a delicacy."
Beckman's deep laughter echoed.
With his laughter, the entire gallery began to change violently. The walls, carpets and decorations "melted" one after another, as if the skin had been peeled off, revealing the blood vessels, muscles and bones underneath...
The entire gallery suddenly became a hell made of flesh and blood!
A pungent blood filled the air, and everyone fell into extreme fear!
Beckman gently raised his hand, and a giant easel appeared on the ground. He picked up the brush and started painting. Soon, under the horrified gazes of everyone, Viscount Picot, Councilor Lawson, Countess Bradley and some well-known figures all froze motionless, with empty eyes and expressionless faces.
And on the blood-soaked walls, their portraits slowly emerged, lifelike.
Everyone opened their mouths and shouted, but there was no sound.
Some cried bitterly, some broke down and roared, but it was all like a mime.
Silent hell, death and misfortune.
"Mr. Beckman! This is a tarnishment of art! You are just a murderer who uses art as an excuse, a wretch who is immersed in himself!"
Noah finally couldn't bear the suffering, defeated himself, and stood up bravely.
He opened his mouth silently, but everyone could feel his anger and rebuke.
They suddenly felt ashamed. In the past, this ugly and fat rich man was the object of their disdain and the target of contempt.
But now, the other party is the only one who dares to stand up.
In Noah's anger, his figure became larger, and his fat began to shrink, turning into bulging muscles. He strode forward, raised his fist and smashed it towards Beckman.
Snap!
Beckman raised one hand and caught the menacing punch with a smile.
The next moment, Noah was shocked to find that his body was out of control and was frozen in place.
"What a good model, Mr. Noah... I said there is one of your works here, of course you will complete it yourself."
Beckman said, turning the easel in front of him over.
Everyone could see clearly that there was a tall and strong figure on the canvas, maintaining a fist-pumping posture. He looked exactly like Noah, like looking in a mirror.
"I have already thought of the name, it is - "The Shy Brave"."
Noah suddenly felt that his spirituality was passing away and his body became weaker and weaker.
Just when Noah thought he was going to completely turn into an oil painting and die, a burst of silver smoke appeared in the Bone Gallery.
"Beckman! Let go of my brother!"
A cold female voice appeared.
Thank you beautiful lady——
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