On the other side of the bridge, the originally faint sirens were becoming clearer and clearer.

"Shiran, drive these people away first."

This matter involves both his own art gallery and the Special Inspection Hall. When you enter the police station's vision, you will also enter the Special Inspection Hall's vision. Fan Ning thought about it and acted cautiously.

The headlights of six or seven motorcycles emerged from the slope. The policeman in charge saw the black figure standing in front of him. He was about to fire a gun into the sky to warn him, but found that he could not concentrate his mind and his arm had not been lifted for several seconds.

"Guide the school's actions." A gentle and calm voice sounded, and the colorful turning lights reflected the girl's delicate face.

"Is there anyone who knows?..." The policeman was stunned. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he bowed a little, then walked forward slowly and saw the girl's ID stretched out.

According to management regulations, when the official organization investigates and deals with mysterious incidents, if it does not order them to assist, it will not have the right to investigate.

The motorcycles turned around one after another. When Sheeran walked back to the small car that had rushed out of the bridge deck, she found that the scene in front of her was a bit strange.

The main driver's car door, which was connected to the dead, swayed twice and then fell into the river quickly. Benjamin sat sideways, stretched out his feet outside the car, holding half a piece of cigar in his mouth, and staring at the black river water flowing under his feet.

The body of the car is like a seesaw, in a delicate state of balance, gently swinging and swinging.

In the dark night, two other two stood by the bridge and looked at each other with the figure sitting in the air.

A passionate passerby persuaded the man who committed suicide by jumping into the river.

A moment later, Qiong opened the trunk of the car, and five bundles of canvas scrolls caught the eyes of the three of them, and there was nothing else.

It has a small quantity and a small size, and it looks empty compared to the spacious space in the trunk.

"I didn't expect that I was wrong." Fanning sneered and looked at the figure sitting in the air-driving driver's seat smoking. "Why, you still have a certain artistic taste, not the kind that comes with everyone? I thought you would fill it up..."

Sheeran's blood pressure was obviously rising with Fanning, and his expression and tone were ridiculous: "There are more than 300 oil paintings in the Turner Art Museum, and Mr. Benjamin's vision is quite picky according to the ratio of taking it."

"Only these pictures can be seen and useful." Benjamin still had a strong nasal sound, "but my tolerance for garbage colors is gradually increasing. In order to save time, it's a pity that I didn't burn the rest of the paintings. The movement is still too slow. It seems that I have to lose money."

"Spend money?" Fanning was a little angry at first because of his words, but then he became confused by his subsequent words.

He found himself unable to keep up with the logic of this lunatic investigator.

"If you can't spend money, who would want to spend more money..." Benjamin sucked a few sips of the cigar, his tone was relaxed and helpless, "But I don't want to be forced to jump down by you... Hell, the surface of the Pushol River is covered with oil, garbage and old feces. You'd better offer a price."

After saying that, he waved his right hand and the cigarette butt fell into the river, and the trajectory of the sparks was swallowed by the darkness.

Obviously, he can't take anything away in the current situation, and this awkward position can't be expected to slowly move back to the bridge decently under the pistols and curse seals of the three.

But he can jump.

As a well-known person who has been promoted to the median level and also studied the two aspects of "candle" and "huang", he always has his own means to not fall or drown.

Fan Ning and his party could keep the paintings, but they couldn't keep him.

"...Please offer?" Fan Ning only felt that this matter was becoming more and more ridiculous. He could not understand this guy's behavior, but at this moment his demands were so reasonable.

Benjamin leaned over, took out a wallet from the foot of the cab, sat in the air, and began to count the money seriously.

"Can 200 pounds allow me to slowly get back out of the car?"

"It seems you're not crazy?" Fanning took back his pistol, held Lieyang Guidance and kept playing with it in his hands. "It's interesting. The harmony school insulted the Bologna school at the graduation concert. The investigator in the special inspection hall set up the harmony school together... I thought it was just that, but now the "illusionist" who was in the shelter slipped around and went back. Who would have thought that this investigator had already joined the harmony school..."

"May the reconciliation school be the biggest winner?" he smiled jokingly, "You did the same thing in the first place - the Special Inspection Hall is always doing the right thing?... But speaking of this, since you can be sent by the Special Inspection Hall to contain the "Illusion Man", it means that at first they were still using this motivation to manipulate the premiere of the graduation concert. The teachers and classmates at the school are just chess pieces of the game between you two forces..."

"Mr. Fanning, I didn't find a sentence in your various judgments that is completely correct." Benjamin began to comment on what Fanning said item by item in order, and said to himself slowly, "First of all, I am mostly crazy in the eyes of you, of course, the one who really has a problem with your brain... Then I have nothing to join the School of Reconciliation, and the School of Reconciliation does not exist to join...

"In the end, the 'Phantom Man' went back without a trace. The pipe ritual is not my private property. After shelter, she was sealed in the morning. Now it is just in the sealing room of the Special Inspection Hall building..."

"...You have lost your ability to judge things, which fully shows that you have a problem with your brain, your condition is very dangerous, and you need some life-saving knowledge." Benjamin took out a cigar again and took it, glanced at Fanning from the air with concern, with his eyes pity and sincerity, "If it is convenient, borrow a fire? After just lighting the lighter, his hand shook."

...This guy's speech and behavior still feel a bit abnormal.

Fanning asked with interest: "Oh? You haven't joined the reconciliation school? Then what are you doing recently? Performing special performance art on behalf of the Special Inspection Hall?"

While Fanning asked a question, the cigarette butt in Benjamin's hand ignited for no reason, and wisps of smoke floated out.

"Thank you... But I still want to say that it's really hard to communicate with you guys." Benjamin shook his head slowly, "The reconciliation school does not require that old-fashioned joining process. As long as you truly understand the truth of the 'Fountain in the Painting' and are determined to be a pioneer or martyr who leads mankind ascendance, then you will naturally become a member of us..."

"As for what 'illusion'? It's all my business. That thing was used by the Special Inspection Hall to squeeze out the climbing path of the 'Broken Score' of the School's former 'Broken Score'. We are not interested in it. Only the boring guys in the Special Inspection Hall, who are looking for the illusory wreckage of the Artifact God every day, are just yelling to strengthen the control of those with knowledge and care about their affairs? ...If everyone learns to solve the problem with 'Broken Score' and 'Broken Score', then the world will inevitably be much pure..."

Benjamin said this, and his nostrils slowly spewed out two smokes: "For the sake of your borrowing fire, I just shared some of your truth... Then, for the sake of my cure your brain, do you want to agree to my conditions? 200 pounds, let me climb out of the bridge and go home... Damn, this river is so smelly."

Fanning stared at him, with a look of surprise and confusion on his face.

The former investigator seemed to speak in an organized manner, but in fact he was obviously mixed with crazy words.

But there is a huge amount of information in it, which Fanning didn't know before!

From Benjamin's previous statement, he concealed the "Phantom Man" on behalf of the Special Inspection Hall at the graduation concert, rescued himself and the two principals, and then handed over the pipe ritual vessel after completing the task... At this time, he should be a normal Special Inspection Hall investigator.

But thinking about it later, Fan Ning's doubts arose one after another.

Could it be that he had a mental problem when he later investigated the "Foot in Painting" of the School of Reconciliation?

The Special Inspection Hall is looking for the illusory wreckage of the Artifact Source God... What is the Artifact Source God?

The "Gate of Broken Score" actually guides the core hidden knowledge that the school has mastered? The Special Inspection Office wants to squeeze out this climbing path? What is the climbing path? How can I squeeze out this?

The "Phantom Man" is actually related to the "Gate of Broken Keys"? Is this a key?...What is the situation of his spiritual state that Qiong mentioned? Are these all the keys of the "Gate of Broken Keys"?

If the main reason for the above questions is that Fanning's hidden knowledge is limited, then he will completely lose his understanding of the next point:

Assuming that Benjamin did not lie and the reconciliation school was not interested in the "Pot Break" and the "Phantom Man", why did they perform evil rituals at the graduation concert? - If this is explained as Sylvia, the dominant person of the underground party, Sylvia is a member of the Special Inspection Hall. The special inspection hall is interested in the "Pot Break" and it can be logically closed-loop, but there is a threat from the reconciliation school in Joon's memory, and they do have some plans for Joon, so it will not be explained.

"Mr. Fanning, if you want to add money, just say it, you have been thinking about the 200 pounds for five minutes."

Benjamin saw Fanning staring at him and thought, and spoke up to remind him.

Fanning came to his senses: "You talk so much, so why are you stealing my paintings for?"

"Mr. Fanning, you're very ill." Benjamin shrugged, causing the car to shake even more violently.

"Didn't I say it? First of all, those pictures are visible and useful. Secondly, I resisted not burning the rest because I was tolerant. Again, why should I spend money without spending?"

"Oh? Oh..." Fanning has calmed down until now.

Benjamin's remarks were first arrogant, then sinful, and finally shameless. In Fanning's opinion, it was even better than those malicious art critics, but he was crazy after all.

Fanning smiled funnyly: "Okay, then tell me, why can't the other 300 paintings?"

"Color, mainly because of color, don't you think that those colors are rubbish and disgusting? Just like the paintings I burned from the Prudent Auction House... Oh my God, memories alone took me a lot of courage. The green leaves of Malay's still life seemed to be crawling with worms, and the purple of the tablecloth was like a smelly rag stuffed into my mouth and nose; the blue sky of Kumier made my ears look like someone was ringing a gong, and I had goose bumps, and the Crowved painted the sun, haha... the red that made me feel like I wanted to vomit, ah, I can't stand it anymore!!—"

Benjamin suddenly let go of the burning cigar, grabbed his chest and neck with both hands, and his whole body stretched out like a bow.

"Wow--"

The dirt vomited in a spray-like manner from his mouth and nose.

"Wow—" "Wow—" "Wow—" "Wow—"

He was thrusting back and forth in the driver's seat, shaking the car so much that Fanning was so scared that he quickly carried out the canvas roll in the trunk.

The three of them were shocked.

Who could have thought that what he said, "I feel disgusted and vomited after seeing it" is literally?

Benjamin vomited more dirt first and then less, and vomited for a full minute, feeling that he almost took out his stomach and intestines. When he looked up again, his face was covered with snot and tears, and he was gasping for breath.

He cleared his throat and spit out a few saliva: "For those who have already seen the essence of beauty, this experience is even more uncomfortable than killing me... Fortunately, Vincent, the great artist... He finally drew several works that were close to the truth, which must have helped me open the 'Gate of Seven Lights'..."

…It was another door name. Fanning asked tentatively: “…What does the Seven Lights Gate mean?”

Responding to him was Benjamin's retching sound.

The former investigator became volatile and roared at the three people standing by the bridge, "Carron Van Ning, I warn you not to let me see the garbage paintings in your art gallery again, otherwise I will burn them to the point of not even leaving any residue! You blind idiots!!"

"Who did you say is blind? Who allowed you to go to the art gallery? Shameless!"

Qiong was implicated and pointed at her nose and scolded her. She showed an angry expression on her face. She was about to step forward to argue with him. Fanning grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

"What are you calculating about with a lunatic?" Sheeran whispered.

Fanning shook his head, looked down at the five paintings in his hand, untied the binding ropes, and slowly unfolded them one by one.

""Twilight and Wall on the Top of the Mountain", 40x50cm, oil on canvas, signed by Vincent Van Ning. The main color is golden."

""Snake of the Scorpion", 40x50cm...the main color is purple."

""Abyss Seen in a Something", 40x50cm, oil on canvas, signed by Vincent Van Ning. The main color is blue."

""Silver Mirror River", 40x50cm...The main color is silver."

"Creative Sketching About Extreme Asymmetric Containers", 40x50cm...Sketching, Black and Gray."

Joan looked at it with the sparse and faint gas lights on the bridge: "Carrown, are these all your father painted? I think it is really good to look good, even that sketch is full of the temptation of light and darkness and light and shadow."

Fanning narrowed his eyes, and he did feel that the colors of these paintings were applied to a certain degree of greatness, and the paint was as well blended as stars, and any weak balance would immediately eclipse it, and those strokes, whether full or vigorous, were rolling, rotating, singing.

These paintings have not been displayed publicly in the gallery. One, three, five have been placed in the storage room. The second and fourth are hung in my father's office. Fanning saw them when he first visited the art gallery last year, but the light was darker than the night now. He did not master the spiritual sense at that time, and his attention was on deciphering the fragments of the sounds and did not find such a high beauty.

At this moment, it seemed that colorful bubbles rose in his mind, and then exploded like fireworks.

Joan asked again: "...But is there anything special about this compared to other paintings in Turner Art Gallery?"

"The main tone of the phase?" Sheeran made a speculation.

"It's possible." Fanning tried to list one by one, "Golden is the candle, purple is the key, cyan is the ember, silver is the wasteland sketch? Black, white and gray, is this considered a derivation?"

So

There are only five pictures here. According to the corresponding relationship, there is a lack of "cocoon" and "pool".

"You burned "Green Night"?" Fanning's heart moved and asked Benjamin's question to mention this painting that might also have problems, and see how Benjamin reacted.

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Chapter completed!