The Collection Room - Acting Permit

Nothing much happened after that. Yu Xing was pulled along by Linda to talk about oil paintings for a long time, until the faint noise coming from the floor under his feet completely disappeared, and only then did he end this forced business session.

Linda had already shown a certain admiration for him, praising his solid theoretical foundation and expressing her longing for the development of art outside of Dead Silent Island.

However, apart from that, there was no more information. Linda clearly knew what was going on and didn't mention anything she didn't want to say. Even when Yu Xing to steer the conversation, Linda noticed and subtly changed the subject, ultimately getting all the information she already had.

Yu Xing was tired of talking and thought to himself, no matter who sent Linda, at least she had achieved a great success in making him not want to talk anymore, surpassing 90% of the ghosts of the same period.

The others who had been eavesdropping were also filled with despair. The stench of blood around them did not dissipate; instead, it grew stronger due to the confined space.

Fortunately, the person in charge opened the door just then, as if by divine intervention.

The person in charge had imagined the scene Art Appreciation Room. After calming the innocent crowd, cleaning up the traces of the fight, and tidying up his own appearance, he opened the door and was greeted by more than a dozen grateful and happy gazes.

This was a path he had never imagined.

"The air feels so much fresher now..." Yun Si exclaimed. Only someone with his personality would dare to focus his attention elsewhere when there were many ghosts around who could kill him.

The manager had good hearing. As he heard this, he saw his employee standing timidly to the side with ten short men, one of whom was missing. The eight painters looked utterly dejected, while Linda and an outsider were even more imposing, occupying the sofa as if they had just finished talking.

This prompted the person in charge, who had just vented his resentment and bloodlust, to ask in a puzzled tone, "What's wrong?"

He selectively ignored the stench of blood that filled the air, because he had already smelled enough of it downstairs.

"It's nothing, I just met someone I really clicked with, so I couldn't help but chat a bit more. As for your employees... I have to say, you should consider hiring more of your own people, lest you're left with only these rookies after the deputy director goes on a business trip with his team." Linda stood up and mocked. Hearing her words, the person in charge didn't seem angry at all; instead, he fell silent, as if seriously considering the matter. This made the fat man and the other surviving employee feel a sense of crisis.

"Furthermore, as the person in charge of this exhibition, you've caused such a major blunder. What are you planning to do? Although you're the museum director and no one can control you, at least for us partners, this has been a very unpleasant experience." Linda unabashedly displayed her eloquence, even to the point of being aggressive.

Taking this opportunity, Yu Xing moved away from the sofa area and came to Zhao Yijiu's side. The other testers all gave him "you've worked hard" looks.

What followed was a confrontation between the person in charge and the painters, led by Linda. It was obvious that this was a conflict of interest, and the person in charge knew this. He was in the wrong and could only try to minimize his losses.

The outsiders, ironically, became the neglected party, thanks to their extensive experience in avoiding almost all the most troublesome death points in advance, making an art exhibition full of dangers and ghosts rather bland.

In this instance, everyone who survives will gain something. In addition to the rewards that have not yet been officially distributed, those who did not get a spot also received a lot of information that is enough to support their survival and find more opportunities. In the initial stage of arriving on the island, information is the most important thing.

The communication between ghosts is not just a war of words, but also a clash of their auras. When Linda speaks with the person in charge, outsiders often hear some incomprehensible words, making it impossible for them to understand anything of real importance, as if a letter has been encrypted.

Finally, judging from the somewhat pained expression on the person in charge's face, Linda had forced the person in charge to spend a lot of money, and finally gave up.

Linda achieved her goal and left the Art Appreciation Room with a flourish. Before leaving, she turned back and gave Yu Xing a flirtatious wink.

Yu Xing: "..."

Seeing that they had finally gotten their chance, the other painters immediately took their leave and went home, without wasting any time.

The person in charge turned to Yu Xing, Zhao Yijiu, and the experience testers, his tone filled with anger. "I've already given you such a safe haven, I've fulfilled my promise. Now, all irrelevant personnel must leave my art museum immediately, immediately!"

The crowd, who had been scolded, suddenly fell silent; this was blatant misplaced anger!

Of course, they were just taking their anger out on others, and they had no interest in resisting over such a trivial matter. Those who didn't get a spot left the Art Appreciation Room with a sense of regret and pity in their eyes, but they were all very measured and didn't say a word more than necessary. They just wanted to leave this room as soon as possible and take everything back to review it properly.

The person in charge was very angry, and even the fat man and his other employee were kicked out. In the end, only one ghost and five people were left in the Art Appreciation Room appraisal room. It seemed that they were about to enter the last part, which was to visit the collection room.

"Please excuse my rudeness, esteemed guests." Yu Xing seemed to see the person in charge take a deep breath, then regain his composure and resume his feigned politeness. "Please forgive me, I still have many follow-up matters to handle, and I'm in a bit of a rush, so our tour of the collection room will begin immediately. Please follow me."

Led by the person in charge, they arrived at another place on the third floor that they had never been before. The winding corridors made them feel like they were in a maze. They walked through several identical places and finally stopped in front of a small door that could only allow one person to pass through at a time.

This small wooden door was very shabby, covered in dust, and hadn't been opened in who knows how long. Even the lighting in front of the door was perfunctory, with only a small, pale wall lamp that was barely enough to make out what was happening.

The person in charge took a key out of his suit trouser pocket. It matched the small wooden door perfectly. The key looked old and worn, with a faint layer of rust on its surface. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't look like the setup of an important collection room. Instead, it looked like a junk room where odds and ends were just thrown around.

An ordinary person would probably doubt the value of the so-called collection, but Yu Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and felt somewhat excited.

The contents of this room would likely be an eye-opener for him. First, the room's location was so secluded that even staff familiar with the art museum would find it difficult to get here. Second, the key, though seemingly ordinary, was actually carried close to the person in charge and not stored with other keys, which was enough to prove its importance.

Perhaps it's just a matter of keeping a low profile for the sake of keeping a low profile.

The person in charge didn't engage in much small talk this time, presumably because he was exhausted after the fight downstairs. He decisively inserted the key into the lock, and as he turned it, the wooden door opened gently. The door panel didn't make any of the creaking sounds often seen in horror movies; instead, it was extremely quiet.

The only thing that could break the silence was the outsiders who couldn't help but cough violently after the dust started to swirl around. Blood Source coughed especially badly; his physical condition seemed to be very poor, like someone who was constantly suffering from minor illnesses. His coughing was so heart-wrenching that Yu Xing couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

"Welcome to my collection room. This room houses all sorts of rare and precious treasures that we've scavenged on the island over the years. None of these items are suitable for display, because if the islanders knew about them, it would surely cause panic and looting." The person in charge stepped aside, turned on the simple lights in the collection room, and then gestured for everyone to enter.

You can see the layout of the house from the outside. Unlike the outside, the house is very clean and almost spotless. Glass display stands supported by pillars are arranged in a neat and orderly manner, like a matrix of exhibits.

Blood Source finally stopped coughing, and the person in charge called out to him, "This guest, you seem unusually excited, so please come in first."

Blood Source: "..."

He felt helpless.

But he wasn't afraid. Firstly, according to their calculations, it was reasonable to assume that no more events targeting them should occur in this instance. Secondly, the items in those display cases were diverse, and he really wanted to go in as soon as possible to see if there were any offerings for him.

He went inside, Killer Number Thirty-Seven glanced at the person in charge's expression before following him in. With these two making their move first, the others who had been watching from the sidelines began to move, swarming into the collection room.

The person in charge smirked, finally satisfied with the efficiency.

The collection room is very large, comparable to the lobby on the first floor. Each glass platform is about one meter apart, both horizontally and vertically, making it convenient for people to move around.

Looking at the messy mess, Yu Xing suddenly remembered that although Qu Xuanqing had mentioned before he came in that the offerings would transform into something that conformed to the worldview of that world in certain deductions, and the later system announcement also proved this, it seemed that no one had told him how to identify whether these completely changed things were his offerings without the system.

However, considering that the chef was the first to find the offerings and successfully obtain them, he knew that the difficulty shouldn't be too great.

Are we relying on intuition?

With a hint of curiosity, he started from a corner and planned to walk around the entire collection room floor. In any case, the person in charge hadn't limited their time, so the reward was probably time-limited. The person in charge was in a bad mood and in a hurry to continue directing the museum to clean up the mess, so he couldn't rush them.

In front of Yu Xing was a normal-looking, bright red apple in a glass display case. Its color was so beautiful that it made one want to take a bite. Yu Xing was also a little hungry. If it weren't for the glass display case, he might have reached out and touched the apple because of its allure.

Next, look at the introduction to Golden Apple at the bottom of the booth.

"Golden Apple?" Yu Xing raised an eyebrow at this blatantly false introduction, and inexplicably thought of the mythical battle for the Golden Apple.

In Greek mythology, Eris, the god of quarrels, was furious because she was not invited to the king's wedding. She threw out the Golden Apple, saying she would offer it to the fairest goddess.

To be honest, Yu Xing had never quite understood the logic in Greek mythology. It was absurd that the most beautiful goddesses, Athena and Hera, who wielded wisdom, would compete with Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, for the Golden Apple. Was Aphrodite's divine authority just for show?

What's even more absurd is that he couldn't sense Athena's wisdom at all from this incident.

Ultimately, the Golden Apple was awarded to Aphrodite, which led to the famous Trojan War...

When Yu Xing was supplementing her knowledge in this area, she only had one conclusion: the divine right of beauty and wisdom, in this story, is probably no match for the divine right of quarreling.

In short, this red apple reminded him of a meaning passed down from mythology: the struggle for the Golden Apple, which has since been regarded as the beginning of disaster and chaos, making it surprisingly suitable as a sacrifice.

Yu Xing had ample reason to suspect that this was a sacrificial offering, and the ghostly aura contained within it was emanating from it and seeping into him even through the glass.

However, he didn't get to admire it for long. Soon, a figure approached him, a cold voice saying, "Looks like a sacrifice from the Blood Source."

Yu Xing turned his head and saw the aloof boy holding the rabbit. A hint of interest flashed in his eyes. "You can actually see through the disguise of other people's sacrifices?"

"... Because his offering was called the Golden Apple, it should have been golden, but it's been dyed red here." The player still chose to explain, after all, the reason was too idiotic, "A golden apple doesn't make sense in this island's logic, so it became a red apple, which makes perfect sense."

Yu Xing: "... Ah, for a moment I didn't know what to say."

The player holding the chess piece didn't expect him to comment, but instead knocked on the glass case and said to the person in charge who was still standing by, "May I take it? There's nothing of my own here, but it belongs to our colleague. I'll take it back for him."

He doesn't seem like a kind person; he most likely wants to take it back as a bargaining chip.

The person in charge surprisingly agreed very readily, "Take it."

Upon receiving the reply, the player turned to Ning Feng, who had followed him, and said, "The person in charge must be able to detect lies, otherwise he wouldn't have been so decisive. The previous promise was that only our own belongings could be taken, and our companions' belongings were also included in the category of our own, which is why I was allowed to take them."

"A successful test, is it to get me to praise you, little brother?" Ning Feng joked with a smile.

Yu Xing blinked, ignoring them, and continued walking along the route he had planned. Before long, his casual gaze involuntarily stopped on a spot. In the glass display case beside him was an exquisite brooch, with gemstones and diamonds set in a silver bird.

For some reason, even though there was nothing particularly special about this thing, the moment he passed by or got close to it, he had a premonition that it belonged to him.

He immediately looked at the description at the bottom of the item, which read, "Make your lies become the truth, make your actions more reasonable."

The name of a sacrificial offering popped into Yu Xing's mind.

Acting as a licensee.