Chapter 900 Change

Unpleasant screams rang out in the exhibition hall, waking up many tourists who were immersed in the world of the painting.

They were either curious or dissatisfied and looked in the direction of the noise. After seeing clearly who the screamer was, they all showed disgusted expressions.

Apparently, the richer gentleman had left such a strong impression on people that they had a very bad feeling about them.

The two of them didn't notice those things at this time. Their unscrupulous yelling made the little wizards very troubled. They wanted them to stop this behavior, but they didn't know whether to pull them away first or send them away directly. A stun spell.

And because they were standing so close together, many people actually thought they were in the same group.

This includes museum staff.

"No matter what, please at least ask your companions to calm down." The new female staff member mustered up the courage to make suggestions to these people. However, she did not have the confidence to speak so loudly before, and tears actually appeared in her eyes. spinning around.

She was small, and her well-fitting uniform showed off her beautiful figure. However, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and there was a cry in her voice, and she looked like she was being bullied.

This kind of person is the most difficult to deal with, because as long as you make a little louder voice or make a sign that you want to refute, she will scream like a frightened deer, "I'm sorry, I don't dare anymore" and other annoying things. Thoughtful words and arouse pity from those around you.

To put it simply, socializing in private is quite interesting, but when meeting someone in public, it’s really better to hide as far away as possible.

We are not familiar with each other.

"What companion?" Hermione was a little confused. This was the first time she had encountered someone who started crying before he could finish speaking. No, it wasn't the first time she had encountered someone like that. If she thought about it carefully, it seemed that Neville was the same person. this type?

Her expression suddenly became subtle, and she felt very numb. After all, Neville left the impression that he could make himself cry.

But then again, Neville is a male after all, and it is he who is embarrassed by crying, but the person in front of him is a small woman.

Moreover, there are six of them standing here now.

There was a sense of déjà vu as if someone was watching a weak girl.

"Yes! I'm sorry!" the little staff member suddenly screamed and began to bow desperately, "It's my first day at work, so if I said something wrong, please don't worry!"

Noticing the disapproving looks cast by others, the little wizards felt that they might not be able to clean themselves up even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

Murakami wanted to dissuade this honest staff member. After all, the way the other person bowed desperately would give people the illusion that she would break her waist, but Yuko held him back.

As a result, the entire exhibition hall fell into a strange atmosphere.

A pair of middle-aged people hugged each other and screamed loudly, a staff member bowed desperately and apologized, and four young people looked on with cold eyes.

The farce didn't end until the more aggressive staff member from before was found.

"Although I don't know what happened, it was our staff's mistake this time." The other party obviously had his own judgment. These six people were obviously two groups. I don't know where the new employee got the confidence to think that they were. Together.

Now that the mistake has been discovered, it needs to be made up for. "This is our art museum's apology. I hope you can accept it."

As he spoke, he handed over several paper bags. After opening them, there were several dolls of different shapes and colors inside, which seemed to be souvenirs.

After accepting this gift, the little wizards became concerned about another thing.

"What will happen to that painting?" Hermione asked worriedly, "Will it be destroyed?"

"We will handle it as appropriate." The staff member's expression changed slightly, but then he said vaguely, "At least it won't appear in the exhibition hall again."

Yes, there have been some rather magical changes in that painting.

In the eyes of the little wizards, it was just an ordinary uncolored draft, but when the two middle-aged men stood in front of the painting, everything changed.

The first thing that changed was the tree on the ground. It was originally just a cylindrical tree, and suddenly it turned into the lower half of a human being, like a person wearing a windbreaker or robe lying there, with only half of his body left.

The piece of bark in front of the lumberjack's feet is twisted and deformed, like two hands clasped together, and the wide sleeves overlap on the chest, like a believer holding a cross in prayer.

The head disappeared, but the slowly flowing blood on the ground seemed to tell every viewer a fact——

His head was chopped off by a lumberjack.

The ax raised high disappears from the outside of the painting, and only the abnormal stains dripping on the lumberjack's brown short-sleeved shirt can prove that it is also covered with blood.

This is not the end.

Before the experienced staff member arrived, other angry youths who were either dissatisfied or wanted to teach these guys a lesson gathered around. However, when they looked up and saw the horrific murder scene on the wall, screams Louder than those two middle-aged men.

And their screams attracted more people to watch, and the result was obvious. More and more people gathered, and more pictures were displayed in front of everyone.

Hidden by the black lines are the deep white bones and the blood that cannot be covered up by the soil.

The twisted branches in the distance are dry arms, waving feebly in the air.

More and more screams resounded in the exhibition hall, and fear swept across instantly. At this time, the fat man who was pretending to be a ghost finally came to his senses, took out a piece of talisman paper filled with strange words, and slapped it on the painting. stick.

As if the playback button was pressed, the blood that was so full that it was about to overflow the frame trembled suddenly, and then slowly retracted, returning little by little to the tree trunk that looked like a corpse. Then, those things that could make people The lines reminiscent of the human body slowly disappear, leaving only the cylinder and the lines of light and shadow outlined with a few simple strokes.

The withered arm disappeared into the distance, leaving only the branches with claws and claws. The blood stains on the ground disappeared under the thick and short black lines and pencil dust.

But something different from the previous painting also appeared. On the left side of the lumberjack, in a place with thick trees, a forest path outlined with a few simple strokes appeared there, and there seemed to be a few street lamps next to it. .

The lumberjack's face, which was originally hidden behind his strong arms, became a little clearer. It was no longer a pitch black mass smeared with pencil dust, but some outlines of eyebrows and eyes could be seen.

Unfortunately, the entire face is still hidden in the shadows.

"Is his face... slightly shifted?" Hermione asked uncertainly, and then her words were swallowed back in her stomach because of the hurried staff.