With things seemingly settled for the moment, someone remembered the strange happenings at the exhibition and prepared to question Beckman.
Roderick organized the investigators to calm the guests, while a strange expression appeared on Beckman's face beside him.
Squelch-!!
Everyone's eyes widened at the horrifying sight.
One noblewoman near the front even had blood splashed all over her face.
A shadow-black paintbrush had pierced Special Commissioner Roderick's chest. Disbelief spread across his face as he turned to look at the deranged Beckman.
"Aaaah!!"
The noblewoman screamed.
Beckman turned and raised his hand, delivering a slap.
With a bang, the noblewoman's entire head exploded into powder and bloody mist. Her voice cut off abruptly, and her body toppled stiffly to the floor.
"Shh."
Beckman withdrew his bloodstained hand and placed an index finger before his lips.
Everyone suddenly realized they could no longer make a sound. Their mouths opened, but no words emerged.
"You... you've gone mad, Beckman."
Roderick clutched his chest, doing everything he could to slow his injury with black light as he narrowed his eyes at Beckman.
"It needs more. You could make an excellent work of art too, Mr. Commissioner..."
Beckman looked around, taking in everyone's terrified expressions.
"Everyone here can become part of a painting."
Panic began to boil over.
Only then did all the guests realize that the most terrifying mastermind behind everything was the gallery's owner, Beckman. Not only had he been a double agent, but he also wanted to take both sides down and kill everyone.
He was a madman!
Recovering from their initial shock, the investigators raised their guns and fired at Beckman.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...!!
The freshly painted oil painting, "Peeping," appeared behind Beckman's head. Shadows covered his entire body, swallowing the bullets without so much as a ripple.