"Glorious."
Beckmann touched the oil painting with his brush, then extended his index finger, and a dazzling light burst out.
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 rapidly, along the ceiling and wall, toward the outside of the gallery.
"Where is your soul going? Go to sleep quickly..."
Roderick's deep voice sounded.
The shadow gradually slowed down and finally stopped. Roderick raised his right arm and pointed his five fingers emitting black light at the shadow, which kept trembling and twisting, as if struggling and resisting.
Sizzle...
Mona took out her revolver and slid the magazine.
She reached for her waist with her other hand, and a golden bullet appeared between her fingers. She then quickly loaded the bullet and raised the revolver to aim at the shadow.
A pair of cat eyes appeared on the badge on her chest, and Mona's eyes flashed with purple light.
Peng!!
A golden flame burst out from the muzzle of the revolver, and the bullet left a streak of golden light, like sunlight shining into a shadow, hitting the shadow on the wall.
"ah!!"
A scream echoed through the gallery.
The tuxedo man in the shadow fell straight down and hit the ground with a bang.
There was a penetrating wound the size of a baby's fist on his left chest atrium. The wound looked like it had been burned by high temperature and was charred black.
Tuxedo collapsed to the ground, twisting and struggling.
"Well done, Mona."
Roderick praised him calmly, but the latter did not respond and put away his gun.
Beckmann's brush moved faster and faster, and finally drew a line of black paint, leaving a long shadow on the painting. In this shadow, countless pairs of malicious eyes suddenly opened.
“The power of conspiracy is really chilling. I named this masterpiece “Voyeurism”… It’s great. Of all the paintings, this is my favorite!”
Beckmann stopped painting and announced excitedly that the work was finished.
The man in the tuxedo stopped struggling and remained motionless like a sculpture. When the painting was completed, his spirit was completely drained away, leaving only a dead body.
"Are we saved?"
"Oh Sun, thank you so much!"
The guests suddenly felt relieved to have survived the disaster, and they all thanked Beckman, Roderick and other shelter staff. Some of them knew about the mysterious realm, and some saw it for the first time today, but the majority were still in a state of shock.
Noah's clenched fists slowly loosened, and he sighed dejectedly.
Floin silently stepped out of the crowd, slowly walked to where the bodies of the circus members disappeared, and bent down to pick up the "small objects" that had fallen from the ground.
"These are important to him..."
She thought to herself, and quietly picked up all the small objects in the blind spots of her vision where no one was paying attention.
Don't leave any one behind.
It seemed that the matter had come to an end, and someone remembered the weirdness of this exhibition and prepared to ask Beckmann about it.
Roderick organized investigators to comfort the guests, but Beckman, who was standing by, had a strange expression on his face.
Puff! !
Everyone opened their eyes wide and saw the horrifying scene.
A noble lady in the front even had her face splattered with blood.
Special Agent Roderick's chest was pierced by a black shadow-like paintbrush. Disbelief appeared on his face, and he turned to look at Beckman, who looked crazy.
“Ahhh!!”
the lady screamed.
Beckman turned his head and raised his hand to slap him.
With a loud bang, the lady's entire head was smashed into powder and blood foam. The sound stopped abruptly and her body fell straight down.
"Hush."
Beckman pulled out his bloody palm and placed his index finger in front of his mouth.
Everyone suddenly realized that they could no longer make any sound and opened their mouths in silence.
"You... you're crazy, Beckman."
Roderick covered his chest, trying his best to use the black light to delay the injury, and squinted his eyes at the other party.
"It needs more, you can also be a good work, Mr. Commissioner..."
Beckman looked around, taking in the horrified expressions of the crowd.
“Everyone present can become a part of the painting.”
Panic began to boil.
All the guests suddenly realized that the most terrifying mastermind behind all this was the gallery owner Beckman. Not only was he a double agent, he also wanted to have his way with both sides and kill everyone.
This is a madman!
After the investigators came to their senses after the shock, they raised their guns and shot at Beckman.
Boom boom boom boom…!!
The newly completed painting "Voyeurism" appeared in Beckmann's mind. He was covered in black shadows, swallowing the bullet without causing any ripples.
The oil painting behind my mind switched to "Child in a Painting". As I glanced at it, I saw the investigators falling down one after another, holding their hearts like straw in the autumn wind.
"Beckman!"
Roderick shouted angrily, raising his hand and releasing a wave of black light.
Beckmann smiled, and the painting behind his head changed again, this time to "The Deserter". 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 laugh echoed.
As he laughed, the entire gallery began to change dramatically. 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 turned into a hell of flesh, blood and bones!
A pungent smell of blood filled the air, and everyone fell into extreme fear!
Beckman raised his hand slightly, and a giant easel emerged from the ground. He picked up the paintbrush and began to paint. Soon, in front of everyone's horrified eyes, Viscount Picault, Councillor Lawson, Countess Bradley and some well-known figures all froze, their eyes empty and their faces expressionless as they fell.
On the blood-stained wall, their portraits slowly emerged, lifelike.
Everyone opened their mouths and shouted, but no sound came out.
Some people burst into tears, some broke down and roared, but it all seemed like a silent comedy.
Silent hell, dead silence and disaster.
"Mr. Beckmann! This is a disgrace to art! You are just a murderer who uses art as an excuse, a pathetic person who is immersed in himself!"
Noah finally couldn't stand the torment anymore, he overcame 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 boy was someone they disdained to associate with and a target of contempt.
But now, the other party is the only one who dares to stand up.
In his rage, Noah's body became even larger, and his fat began to shrink and turned into bulging muscles. He strode forward, raised his fist and smashed it at Beckman.
Bang!
Beckman raised one hand and took the fierce 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 great model, Mr. Noah... I told you there's one of your works here, of course it was done by you yourself."
Beckmann said this, turning the easel in front of him over.
Everyone saw clearly that there was a strong and tall figure on the canvas, holding a fist. It was exactly the same as Noah, as if looking in a mirror.
"I've already thought of a name. It's 'The Shy Hero'."
Noah suddenly felt his spirituality slipping away and his body growing weaker and more powerless.
Just when Noah thought he was going to completely turn into an oil painting and die, a burst of silver smoke appeared in the gallery of bones.
"Beckman! Let my brother go!"
A cold female voice appeared.