I Love This Art Exhibition!

The person in charge walked around a corner, then stopped in his tracks, glancing at the group of people blocking the third-floor corridor with a hint of surprise.

These people had different expressions, but overall their expressions were strange. None of them showed any satisfaction with the art exhibition. They were either expressionless or secretly giving him ill-intentioned looks.

Although he had a vague feeling that something was amiss, he still politely asked, "Gentlemen, what are you doing? If there's nothing else, you should go downstairs to prepare for the closing ceremony of this art exhibition."

Those who didn't get a spot to see the fake painting silently moved forward a little, blocking the path even more firmly.

Blood Source stood on the edge, observing the person in charge's appearance. It was rather sad, really. This was the first time he hadn't seen the faces of any important NPCs in a dungeon even though it was almost over. It was easy to imagine how much of a bystander he had been in the earlier stages of the dungeon.

Since no one moved, the person in charge, while polite, became subtly gloomy. "Do you all have something to say to me? Or are you tired of browsing the art exhibition and need me to personally escort you to the first floor?"

He emphasized the word "carrying," which immediately made it clear that it was equated with actions such as carrying, dragging, or carrying a corpse after killing someone.

A blatant threat.

"Excuse me, esteemed manager," Ning Feng said, glancing at his companions who were counting on them. He spoke first, behaving with the same politeness as the manager, as if engaging in an inappropriate small talk. "Actually, it's like this. My companions really wanted to visit the Art Appreciation Room, mainly to meet some excellent painters. However, they couldn't provide any forgeries, so they missed the opportunity to meet the painters. They've been telling me it's such a pity."

Yun Si leaned against the wall and lazily replied, "Those painters are indeed very talented. My companions and I are all die-hard fans of theirs. It's a bit too cruel to be so close to them and not be able to see them. Mr. Manager, considering how much we've helped you, could you give us a little special treatment?"

The person in charge frowned, then relaxed. "If that's the case, I agree. You've helped our art museum, and a small token of appreciation is perfectly reasonable. But we can do that later. I can even arrange for you to talk to those painters. Now, come with me to the closing ceremony of the exhibition."

For him, the closing ceremony seemed to be a very important matter, or rather, completing the plan on time was a pleasant experience for a meticulous person in charge.

Killer Number Thirty-Seven silently grabbed Blood Source's arm to increase his sense of security.

Ning Feng and Yun Si's words provided everyone with a good excuse to enter the Art Appreciation Room. Unfortunately, the timing was off, because no matter how you look at it, meeting a favorite painter is not something that is too urgent. Moreover, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the person in charge offered a better "opportunity for communication" under this premise, making it seem like making any further requests would be pushing one's luck.

The female experience tester hooked her fingers around the ends of her long hair and sighed. She knew things wouldn't go smoothly. This person in charge was very cunning. Not only did he take the opportunity to sow discord between them when they provided counterfeit items—information Ning Feng chose to disclose to others—but he also instinctively avoided anything that might harm the museum's interests. He was as smooth as a ball, with no openings.

What do you mean by "please meet me"? Did he promise to help them?

The female tester looked at Yu Xing expectantly. With such a face, she had even earned a spot in the Dead Silent Island event. She looked so frail, but she was clearly a guy who was very skilled in strategic combat.

Yu Xing knew the person in charge was in a hurry to go down, so he didn't waste any time. He stepped forward and said decisively, "It's like this, Mr. Person in Charge, I have some information in exchange for the opportunity for all of us to skip the closing ceremony and go directly into the Art Appreciation Room."

His assertiveness not only drew a second glance from the person in charge, but also caused most of the other testers to subtly raise their eyes.

"Oh?" The person in charge had a deep impression of Yu Xing because he was the first person to get a spot, and the only one who chatted and laughed with all the painters, and even leaned close to each painter's head to discuss painting techniques with them.

"This matter concerns the safety of your art museum. As the person in charge of the museum, I think you can't ignore my intelligence. Otherwise, you will bear a great responsibility if something happens." Yu Xing looked at the person in charge's indifferent expression and adopted a psychological tactic, grasping the core point that the other party cared about. Sure enough, as soon as these words were spoken, the person in charge's eyes became more serious.

"You can tell me. If the information is indeed useful, I can certainly grant your small request. However, I also need you to explain why you insist on entering the Art Appreciation Room." The person in charge shifted to a more comfortable standing posture, finally no longer eager to move forward, but still composed, even with a hint of arrogance—an air of superiority ingrained in his very being. "I can give you a minute and a half."

He came out late to begin with, and a minute and a half later it would be exactly the end of the eight-hour period. He had less than a few seconds to go down from the third floor to the first floor. Yu Xing's eyes flickered. From this detail, he guessed that the person in charge was incredibly fast. The way he usually moved with his feet on the ground was just to maintain a formality.

Indeed, as the person in charge of the entire art museum building, how could one keep these chaotic and Demonic Ghosts and Monsters in check if they themselves weren't powerful enough?

"First, there's a premise: we've already shared the reasons why forgeries were mixed into the exhibition with our colleagues, so I won't hide anything from them when I say what I'm about to say."

After Yu Xing consideration, Yu Xing remained meticulous, leaving the person in charge no chance to object or back out, before saying, "You know, I have a lot of achievements in the arts, so after hearing about what happened to the art museum, I felt genuinely angry. You see, preparing for an art exhibition is extremely complicated and can take a long time. All that hard work has been wantonly disrupted by external forces, and what was originally perfect has become imperfect..."

After guessing that the person in charge had an obsessive-compulsive obsession with what he was supposed to do, Yu Xing deliberately mentioned the word "imperfect," and sure enough, she found that the person in charge's gaze softened a bit more than before.

After all, people who can understand each other are less likely to be overly hostile, even if they are not on the same side.

Upon hearing this opening, the other experience testers' eyes lit up, realizing the possibility of success.

Yu Xing's face showed a hint of seriousness. "So I decided to help you continue to investigate the potential dangers left in the art museum by those who sent threatening letters. After a hard-fought investigation on the second and first floors, I've really found something new."

Zhao Yijiu's face remained cold, but inwardly he repeatedly uttered four words in a daze. "Working hard."

Yu Xing had a good night's sleep in the lounge.

With the enemy outside the art museum at stake, the person in charge became even more serious and urged, "What is it? Have you found a sixth fake?"

Yu Xing: "No, but after overhearing some people's conversations, I confirmed one thing: among these visitors, there are spies planted by some people. They must already know that your art exhibition was a success. If I were them, having planned for so long to cause trouble, and the first plan failed, I would definitely resort to a second plan. In short, I must make your art exhibition a laughing stock."

The person in charge then understood. "You mean they'll have their informants do something at my closing ceremony to ruin my entire exhibition?"

He was good at grasping the key points. As for Yu Xing's talk about hard work and contributions to the art museum, even if he were a ghost, he wouldn't believe it. After all, Yu Xing was obviously good at sweet talk. His artistic talent was real, but he couldn't possibly empathize with all the painters in the world. That's not an artist, that's a saint.

Dead Silent Island lacks most is a saint.

Yu Xing nodded. "For the same reason, I believe those people must hold a grudge against us for ruining their plans for you. So we want to hide in the Art Appreciation Room. The painters there are very talented. I believe they are not only highly skilled in painting, but also unlikely to be easily captured by those annoying enemies."

The player holding the chess pieces calmly added, "In any case, we only got involved because you invited us, and we did a good job. We found all five paintings for you. The others may not have made any great contributions, but they certainly put in the effort. I think you wouldn't be stingy in providing a comfortable room for your heroes."

Appealing to emotions, reasoning with them, and finally resorting to moral blackmail... no, to reasonable demands.

The person in charge had a deep, cold gaze, gradually emanating a chilling temperature from his body. He seemed to be in a bad mood. Ignoring the player holding the chess pieces, he stood in front of Yu Xing, lowered his head, and his over two-meter-tall figure exuded an oppressive aura. "How can I believe everything you say?"

The eerie aura emanating from the ghostly creature pressed down on Yu Xing like a dark cloud falling from the sky, carrying a sense of bullying and serving as both oppression and a warning.

Yu Xing smiled, tilting her head back and calmly accepting all the pressure. "Whether you believe it or not, I think everything I said is true. I genuinely love painting and don't want this exhibition to be ruined. It would make me feel like the exhibition I bought a ticket to see was a farce. I appreciate art and don't want to accept flaws, nor do I want a flawed trip. Besides, even if I'm lying, you haven't lost anything; you've only wasted a little over a minute standing here."

Ning Feng could see strange lights and mist gradually spreading from the person in charge to Yu Xing. He pulled Yu Xing back and raised his voice, "We've provided you with the information properly. Instead of taking this opportunity to resolve the matter, you're worrying about its authenticity, Mr. Person in Charge."

"You agreed to this exchange, so you won't lose out no matter what. We'll all stay in the Art Appreciation Room. Even if we give you false information, you can come and settle accounts with us after the art exhibition ends. By entering the Art Appreciation Room, aren't we becoming prisoners who can't escape?" Ning Feng's voice was gentle and persuasive. Yu Xing could vaguely see Ning Feng, who used to be a psychiatrist, talking to patients behind his desk.

"That makes sense." The person in charge glanced at his watch, frowned, and said, "There's no time. You guys go ahead, just say I said so."

After saying that, he tried to leave the crowd.

A faint sigh of relief escaped from the crowd.

Yu Xing chuckled and, along with the player holding the chess pieces, simultaneously reached out to stop the person in charge. The two exchanged a surprised glance, and the player withdrew his hand and took a step back, indicating that Yu Xing should speak instead.

Blood Source silently withdrew his raised hand; he was standing some distance away, so no one noticed him.

"Sir, please give us one of your tokens. Otherwise, the safety of the painters in the Art Appreciation Room and your three subordinates could not be guaranteed if we were lying or causing trouble." Yu Xing ruthlessly shattered the prematurely lowered guard of the other experience testers. His words clearly indicated that even at this point, this instance still had a dead end. If they ignored the details, they might have been attacked by the painters' side as soon as they entered the Art Appreciation Room.

The person in charge's expression froze slightly, then reluctantly took off his watch and handed it to Yu Xing: "You're very cautious, and I really hate this kind of caution of yours..."

He immediately admitted that he had just tried to lure everyone to their deaths in the Art Appreciation Room.

The female tester's expression wasn't pleasant, but when she saw that the keepsake had ultimately ended up in their hands, her reaction of surprise and delight was quite interesting.

After handing over the watch, the person in charge vanished from the spot. Everyone only felt a chilly wind brush against their cheeks before the person in charge disappeared from the corridor.

"So he can be intangible..." Killer Number Thirty-Seven was particularly concerned about this, because when he used a sniper rifle before, he had to use different bullets for ghosts with and without physical forms.

Zhao Yijiu turned her eyes away, not wanting her disapproval to be too obvious.

He could sense that the airflow he had just experienced was clearly a tangible thing that passed through the crowd; in other words, it still followed a physical trajectory.

"No, the person in charge is fast." Yun Si was even more direct, "So fast that with our current physical abilities, we can't even see him with the naked eye, understand? Although he seems like a wicked capitalist, he's actually probably the most terrifying ghost in this art museum. Luckily, he's not the final boss of our mission."

Amidst the hushed conversation, Blood Source said to Yu Xing, "Thank you. With you here, things went much more smoothly than I expected."

They alone wouldn't be enough, because they lack artistic talent and can't use the excuse of not wanting the exhibition to fail because they love painting to cover up the fact that they've noticed enemy spies in the crowd.

In reality, no one has concrete evidence to prove that such informants actually exist, and they can't even be 100% certain that there will be a boss battle.

Others might have thought it too risky to do something that could offend the person in charge because of an event that only exists in their imagination, but this group of people didn't have that concern. That's experience, that's confidence.

"You're welcome. I will keep my promise, and you should remember what you promised me. Otherwise, I will personally take back the profits I brought you." Yu Xing's tone was gentle, but the chill in it sent a shiver down many people's spines.

Only Zhao Yijiu was thinking that the person in charge had just exerted all his aura on Yu Xing, and Yu Xing's body was probably... on the verge of collapse again.