Psychic

The flashlight swept over one painting after another, although Hu Jiarui did not know who the author of these paintings was or what art school they belonged to.

But he was just a night guard, and all he needed to know was that the paintings were worth a fortune.

Hu Jiarui patrolled the Saint-Berry auction house with a flashlight in a routine manner, scanning one painting after another with the light of the flashlight.

Although he didn't understand art, he still liked the landscape paintings that showed the farm scenery of the American Midwest.

When Hu Jiarui was in his hometown, he worked in the fields day and night, just to one day own a farm of his own.

However, he did not expect that the farmland has now entered the semi-mechanized era, and they, the hired laborers doing farm work, can only earn less than two months' wages a year.

There was no other way, so he came to the big city alone to make a living.

He originally thought that after coming to a big city, he would be able to earn money to build a new house at home like the village head brother Liu and his son did. However, he never imagined that he had no skills other than his strength, so there was a long period of time. During that time, he was unable to find a job.

Finally, Da Huang, who was from the same hometown, introduced him to the Saint-Berry auction house and worked as an exhibition guard.

Although this job is hard, fortunately, the boss is generous and treats night shift guards like them well. They take care of food, food and housing and pay higher wages than security guards elsewhere, so Hu Jiarui accepts the hardship no matter how hard he endures.

Moreover, although he cannot understand these famous paintings, even if he is allowed to walk among these works of art several times a day, he will feel that his whole person has been sublimated.

However, he still couldn't accept the style of some paintings...

There are five shifts of guards on duty every night, and this is the second time he has gone out to patrol tonight. After completing this circle, he can go back to rest.

When he thought about being able to go back and call his wife in his hometown in a few minutes to talk about his recent experiences in the big city, he couldn't help feeling beautiful. He even said that he walked with a light weight.

But just as he was walking around the areas where oil paintings were displayed, a muffled sound suddenly came from behind him.

Um?

When Hu Jiarui heard the muffled sound, he immediately turned around and shined a flashlight on the area behind him.

However, he could not see anything abnormal where he could shine his flashlight.

Maybe I heard it wrong.

He comforted himself in his mind like this, turned his head, and continued patrolling forward.

How could he have imagined that the person who jumped in was the person who was looking around in the exhibition hall with a "Didi Didi" thing before.

What he couldn't even imagine was that after being burned by that man, the barber's picture would grow back like a plant, and...

Just when he finished patrolling the art exhibition hall and was about to return to the guard room to hand over his shift, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the exhibition hall.

This gust of wind blew up so suddenly that Hu Jiarui felt a chill on his vest and shivered all over.

"What's going on?"

Invisible from his direction, in the oil painting exhibition area not far behind him, the barber in the painting slowly turned his head to the right, staring straight at the razor on the table in the lower right corner.

However, where there should have been a razor, it was empty.

However, Hu Jiarui didn't see any of these things. He only felt a chill behind his back, but when he turned his head, there was nothing.

"Didn't you close the window?"

Hu Jiarui was puzzled. You must know that the Saint-Berry Auction House should close all its windows after closing at night. The entire exhibition hall is a completely enclosed space, and there is no possibility of wind blowing through.

If the window is really open, then he will be scolded by the captain the next day, and his bonus will be deducted. After sending the money home every month, there won't be much left, but he doesn't want to have more money deducted. .

So, Hu Jiarui turned on his flashlight and walked in the direction where the wind blew just now.

He was careful not to touch the artwork next to him.

While scanning the nearby windows with his flashlight, he inspected all the windows within sight.

However, he looked around and didn't see an open window.

Hu Jiarui scratched his head, feeling that something was a little strange. He didn't open the window, so where did the gust of wind come from?

However, just as he was about to turn back to the guard room to hand over his shift, his flashlight suddenly caught sight of the picture of the barber placed on the shelf nearby.

"Huh?" Hu Jiarui felt suspicious and moved closer with a flashlight.

He remembered that this painting clearly showed a family of five, so why were there only four people left now?

Of course, Hu Jiarui only noticed the family of five in the painting, but did not notice the razor that disappeared with that person.

Realizing that something was wrong, Hu Jiarui raised his hand and picked up the walkie-talkie and said to Lao Liang who was guarding the guard room.

"Old Liang, do you still remember how many people were in the oil painting in area 3 that was sent a few days ago?"

Hu Jiarui remembered that Lao Liang knew more about these works of art than he did.

There was a burst of electricity from the walkie-talkie, and then Lao Liang's voice rang out.

"Ah, are you talking about the barber?"

Hu Jiarui frowned slightly, looked at the oil painting in front of him by flashlight, and said doubtfully: "It seems so, I don't know if it's called that."

"Of course there are five people. It is a work handed down by a domestic oil painting master. It depicts a barber and his family of five." Lao Liang is quite satisfied with his knowledge of these works of art. He plays chess in the park on weekdays. I often used to brag about it to others.

However, Lao Liang originally thought that Hu Jiarui would be convinced by his knowledge of art works, but what he got was a question from Hu Jiarui.

"Are you sure you remember correctly?"

Hearing what Hu Jiarui said, Lao Liang was not happy at the time. He said to himself that he had been working as a security guard in this auction house for several years and had been exposed to many more works of art than the average person. No matter what he did, he would never remember it. wrong.

However, just when he was about to say something, Hu Jiarui's scream suddenly came from the intercom.

"Ahhhhh"

"Help! Who are you!?"

"Don't come here! Don't kill me! Ah"

Then, there was a gust of wind, and there was no sound from the intercom.

There was no sound on the intercom, but Lao Liang was shocked and had goosebumps all over his body.

He had never heard such frightening screams, nor had he heard such desperate pleas for mercy...

After a while, Lao Liang finally recovered from his shock.

"Quick!" He picked up the plastic swing stick lying nearby, rushed to the guard room next to him, and shouted to them, "Something happened in the exhibition hall! Everyone, follow me!" (Tianjin Novel Network)