gallery.
"Dad! Look!"
Rebecca exclaimed.
She pulled her father, Viscount Pompey, to a painting.
"I told you to keep your voice down, Rebecca, and stop making a fuss. Where are the manners I taught you?"
Viscount Pompey looked helpless.
"I know, Dad... Look at this painting!"
At Rebecca's urging, Viscount Pompey looked up, and the next second, his expression froze.
This large-scale painting, with exquisite decoration, is hung at the end of the aisle.
The battlefield depicted above is quite realistic, with continuous artillery fire and flying dust under the gloomy sky. However, the young soldier in the center of the picture has abandoned his companions and turned away.
Viscount Pompey was very familiar with the appearance of this young deserter, who was his adopted son Vigere.
"Vigere... The Deserter..."
When Viscount Pompey saw the painting, he instantly understood the whole story.
"It turns out that he has been deceiving me since a long time ago."
He murmured, but he did not feel any hatred, instead he just felt lonely and disappointed.
"Oh Sun, it's... Vigre!"
Mrs. Pompey also came over and exclaimed after seeing the painting.
The Viscount was in no mood to remind his wife to lower the volume. He calmed himself down and frowned slightly.
"Who painted this work? How did he know these truths...?"
"Dad, the artist of this painting is called 'Beckmann', 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.
Viscount Pompey nodded.
"I want to ask Mr. Beckman something. You wait here for me."
"Oh Pompey, I'll go with you."
Mrs. Pompey said.
“I want to go too!”
Rebecca held her father's arm.
Viscount Pompey nodded and walked back with his wife and daughter.
As he passed by some guests who stopped to admire the paintings, he suddenly heard bursts of exclamations.
"Oh my sun! This is... This is my late husband White! He actually had an affair with the maid in our house behind my back?!"
A noble lady covered her face with her hands, very excited.
In the painting in front of her, there were two naked men and women playing on the bed. The name of one corner of the painting was "White and the Maid".
But she is not alone.
Other guests also had similar experiences. They saw familiar faces in the paintings, whether they were relatives, lovers, or friends. However, these familiar faces looked strange in the paintings because the contents of the paintings were all secrets they had never known.
At the other end of the gallery, the tall and round Noah stood in front of a painting.
Others were reluctant to approach him, only Flo Yin stood quietly to one side. She faintly heard Noah's low sobs and the two words that touched his heart:
"elder brother… "
The painting in front of Noah showed him sleeping as a child, a normal-sized, even thin boy. A beautiful girl was sitting in front of his bed, silently watching him, with a smile on her lips and a doting look in her eyes.
But the title of the oil painting is "Brother".
If Chen Lun were here, he would be able to recognize the girl in the painting as the "Silver Witch" Rosa.
"Beckman! I need you to give us an explanation!"
An angry male voice sounded.
Everyone looked over and saw a middle-aged man holding an oil painting and striding towards the door.
"It's Viscount Picault. He just found a painting of his wife cheating on him."
"Oh, no wonder he's so angry..."
Things started to ferment, and many distinguished guests had already discovered clues. This exhibition might not be as simple as imagined... and even a little weird.
Peng!!
The door of the gallery suddenly closed.
Everyone was startled by the loud noise.
Viscount Picault, 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 full of fear.
Snap, snap…
There was a moment of silence, and then sudden applause broke out.
Everyone looked over and saw a middle-aged man in a tuxedo walking out from behind a pillar near the door.
"Well done, Sir Greasepaint, you are truly a great contributor to the organization."
He walked slowly to Beckman, who smiled but did not respond.
The two men stood opposite Viscount Picault, 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...? Haha!"
The mysterious man in the tuxedo laughed a few times, then his expression turned serious and he said in a deep voice:
"I solemnly inform you all here - you have been kidnapped!"
"Kidnapping?!"
"Oh! The sun is shining!"
"You bastard! Do you know what you are doing?!"
Immediately, the guests began to talk and exclaim.
The ladies huddled together in fear, the men looked angry, and some even stood up and yelled. They were proud of their status, and there was no one in this inner city who would dare to kidnap them, and there were no such daring robbers.
"Damn you bastard! I'm warning you to open the door right now!"
Baron Matthew's face turned red and he scolded as he walked forward.
The man in the tuxedo looked at him expressionlessly.
The next moment—
A cold light flashed!
Baron Matthew's voice stopped abruptly. He widened his eyes, took two steps forward, and then fell to the ground in two.
An old man in costume appeared behind him at some point, holding a bloody dagger. He turned around and looked around, his cold eyes causing everyone to explode.
“Ahhh!!”
"No! This isn't true!!"
"Oh sun! Sun save us!"
whoosh!
Several more men and women in costumes flashed out from the darkness. They rushed into the crowd, each holding a short knife, threatening and controlling everyone.
"Be quiet, it's too noisy."
The man in the tuxedo said.
The next second, all the sounds in the place fell into dead silence as if the mute button had been pressed.
Everyone was horrified to find that no matter how they shouted, no sound came out.
Tuxedo walked gently in front of the crowd, spread his hands and smiled.
"Everyone, let me now tell you our demands... Those who can meet our demands will live, and those who cannot will die."
He paused and glanced at the guests.
"It's simple, isn't it?"
After everyone digested his words, Tuxedo continued:
“People are divided into noble and humble, and you are all noble, so the price should also match your nobility... Of course, I will set the price according to each of you, um, just like buying cheese.
But what you need to buy is your own life."
Everyone was shocked and angry, but they did not dare to resist. The costumed men and women standing around were pointing cold knives at them.
In the crowd, Countess Bradley and Congressman Lawson stared at Beckman in a tuxedo. They never imagined that they had been deceived by this man.
The other party actually cooperated with these extremists and planned such a shocking case.
It is extremely bad and serious that so many big shots in the inner city were kidnapped together and suffered such unfair treatment.
The Pompeii family was also caught up in it. Although they were nervous, they did not panic... After all, they had just experienced a life-and-death disaster not long ago, which helped them calm down faster.
Noah was in the corner, clenching his fists. This scene reminded him of his childhood. He was also persecuted and powerless to resist. The only difference was that this time, no one stood in his way.
Floyin stood behind Noah. The other's huge body was almost like a high wall, completely obscuring her figure.
"Where is he...? I hope he doesn't come back now."
Flo Yin thought.
In a perspective that no one could see, Beckman stood at the door, smiling quietly.
Blood was quietly seeping out from under his feet.