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Warrior Association, temporary residence.

The four Lei Yi are now busy again, and this time Hua Meng's three daughters finally regained their execution ability and no longer become as depressed as before.

"According to the records of the Martial Artists Association, this Professor Mo came to the magic city earlier than the time when the hypnotist appeared, so there is no problem with the time!" Hua Meng held a document and reported.

"According to records, Professor Mo's gallery receives thousands to tens of thousands of visitors every day. Some of the victims have flyers in their belongings. It can be confirmed that they have all visited the gallery!" Meihua also held the same hand. Data report.

"But there are still some victims who haven't been there. They don't have flyers on them?" Chen Yingying offered an opinion.

"Wrong, it's not that they have not been, but that they have been, but no one knows it!" Lei Yi shook his head and rejected Chen Yingying's opinion.

The gallery is so big, there are so many people who go there every day, and there is no special person to register. Who knows if you have gone.

Not everyone likes to take a flyer with him. Lei Yi doesn't like to take these items. Many people will naturally throw away the flyers after visiting.

"Then we can conclude that Professor Mo is more likely to be a hypnotist than anyone before!"

After the busy work, Hua Meng looked at the information in his hand and the clues on the wall, and his tone became a little excited.

This is a "hypnotist". The Demon City Warrior Association has been looking for him for several years, but there is no clue at all, and they will soon catch each other.

"Calm down, calm down, before the other party admits it, we can't be too excited, in case it's a coincidence again!" Lei Yi gave Hua Meng a punch.

"Yes, yes, calm down!" Hua Meng patted her chest, but agreed with someone, then looked at Chen Yingying and Mei Hua, and said: "Let's go, take a look at its gallery!"

The four of them had no opinion, and they acted immediately.

Infinite Technology Building.

Exhibition hall on the second floor of the building.

"Students from the oil painting department, this work is called "Flying", it is Professor Mo's famous work!" An old man wearing a green beret pointed to a painting and introduced.

In front of him, stood more than a dozen young people. They were students from an art school in the city. They came here today to observe and study the works of Professor Mo.

In the painting he introduced, a woman in white clothes opened her arms and made a flying gesture.

"Look at the lines of this painting, the layering of the scenery behind it, and the three-dimensionality and distance that can be obtained from different angles of the entire painting. These are all masterpieces!" The old man did not hesitate to praise. , Praised.

Following his introduction, the students brought by him picked up equipment to take pictures, and some craned their necks to observe every detail of the painting.

"Dear students who volunteer to apply for the Department of Fine Arts, this is Professor Mo’s proud work "Relief". I think you can also recite the artistic conception expressed in this work. Today you will feel it on the spot, because the original In front of you!"

Another middle-aged woman walked to the front of a painting and began to introduce it, and she brought a group of high school students.

The scene in the painting she introduced was a woman holding a handful of soil in her hands, praying holy in the sun.

"Two, this is Professor Mo’s rare niche work "Woodland". It is said that there will be a young woman in each of Professor Mo’s paintings, but this one is different. There is only scenery in the painting, it doesn’t matter. Beautiful woman."

A man in a suit and a golden tie pointed to a landscape painting and introduced to his two companions with a smile.

"I have long heard that Boss Wang, you like Professor Mo's paintings, but I didn't expect that every time I visit you, you will bring us to this exhibition!" One of his companions joked with a smile.

"Hahaha, Boss Li, you don’t also like collecting porcelain antiques. I heard that you recently photographed a jade butterfly at an auction. There are also rumors that it is a gem of'Cunjiayu'. That's not the case!" The man in the suit asked with a smile.

"Unexpectedly, Boss Wang's news is so well-informed. This thing has only been bought for two days before you received the news. How about this? After watching the exhibition, go back to my place and sit down?" The companion said with a smile.

"Okay, it must be!"

There are similar conversations all around, and praises are endless.

And in the backstage of the exhibition, in a closed room.

A middle-aged man wearing a colorful shirt, an apron and a short beard at the corner of his mouth was staring at a white canvas.

This person was holding the palette in his left hand and the paintbrush in his right hand, but he was unable to start.

After a while, the middle-aged man finally got the action. He began to draw with a pen, and drew many complicated lines on the canvas to form a monotone outline.

Then he used the indirect painting method, layer by layer on the basis of the monochromatic manuscript, but before the first layer of paint was dry, he suddenly stopped writing.

"No—" The man yelled, broke the palette and paintbrush in his hand, and tore the canvas in front of him. This work died prematurely before it came out.

"No, no inspiration, I don't have any inspiration anymore, no—" The middle-aged man clasped his claws in both hands, scratched his head, tore the ends of his hair, his eyes flushed, and he roared loudly.

He acted out what it means to rush into the crown, his eyes were cracked, and he was extremely angry at the moment.

The roar continued for more than ten minutes before the man stopped panting.

"Huh, I need...a new goal...to give me...inspiration..." The man took up the black-rimmed glasses on the drawing table and put his trembling hands on the glasses before he gasped.

He looked at a wooden frame in the room with several paintings, and each of these paintings had a different woman.

Next to the latest painting, there is also a small notebook.

On the notebook, there are still traces of flipping, obviously this person often flips through this notebook.

"Ninety-nine paintings, I have finished ninety-nine paintings!"

The man looked at these paintings as if he was looking at his lover, whispering in a tender tone.

The man is Professor Mo, a well-known oil painting artist in the City of Magic, and also a famous professor in several art schools in the City of Magic.

But at this moment, this Professor Mo is worrying about something.

He glanced again at the works in the painting room, a large part of which is not even known to outsiders.

"I have only been in the Devil City for a few years, and I have come up with so many works at once, which will make others suspicious!" He walked to a painting, touched the woman in the painting lightly with his finger, and said sickly:

"Wait a few more years, I will let you all be available in a few years, so that everyone can remember what you look like!"

After that, he reluctantly removed his hand and walked out of the studio.

Outside of his painting, there is a luxurious apartment close to two hundred square meters, filled with valuable furniture, and three brawny men in black suits and sunglasses are guarding here.

After seeing Professor Mo, the three brawny men all bowed and saluted with a respectful attitude.

But Professor Mo seemed to have not seen the three of them, and walked straight ahead, and then walked into the luxurious hall of the apartment.

On the wall in the middle of the hall, there are several display screens, and the pictures in these display screens are actually people who come to participate in the exhibition.

Professor Mo actually used a monitor to monitor the people who came to the exhibition!

However, it is difficult to say whether the other party was stealing the painting to protect the embankment, or had other intentions.

Professor Mo came to the front of the monitor, staring at the pictures in front of him, turning his eyes up and down, staring motionlessly at everyone passing by in the pictures.

"Damn it, it's all useless rubbish, no value!" He said angrily after watching for a while.

But just as he was about to leave, his body suddenly stopped with a quick glance from the corner of his eyes.

Then he rushed to a screen with a sprint speed of 100 meters and ten seconds, staring at a woman in the screen with his eyes.

"Okay, okay, okay, it's her, I can feel the guilt in her heart, she will be my next work, another treasure of mine!" Professor Wu gently touched the screen with his finger , Looked crazy.

...

Infinite Technology Building, second floor.

Lei Yi, Mei Hua, Hua Meng and Chen Yingying came to the exhibition and saw Professor Mo's paintings.

"Is it my illusion? How do I feel that the women in these paintings resemble the victims we have seen?" Lei Yi looked at one of the women in white robe, slightly surprised.

"Why can't I see it?" Mei Hua also stared at a painting, but couldn't feel it at all.

"That's because you didn't look carefully, the women in these paintings are indeed familiar!" Chen Yingying also echoed.

"That's weird, why is there a painting here that is just a landscape?" Mei Hua pointed to the pair of "Woodland" next to him, somewhat strange.

Lei Yi stared at the painting for a long time, his brows suddenly frowned.

"No, there is also a woman in this painting. It should be said that a woman's face is just above the lines of this tree!" Lei Yi said, pointing to a place in the painting.

Meihua looked carefully for a while, only then vaguely saw some outlines, but he was not sure if it was a woman's face.

"Hua Meng, what do you think?" At this moment, Lei Yi suddenly turned his head and asked, but waited for a few seconds without reply.

He looked back at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and saw that Hua Meng was standing behind him in a daze.

"Student Hua, what are you doing!" Lei Yi couldn't help raising his voice a few decibels, and asked when he approached him.

"Ah! Well, what are you talking about?" Hua Meng reacted as if regaining consciousness, and her figure trembled.

"Nothing, I feel you are a little absent-minded!" Lei Yi asked, shaking his head.

"I'm just thinking about Yang Qin. If I can know the pressure she is under, I should help her. If I help her with tutoring in the last few months, maybe she can be admitted to Jin Nan Wu University, so she The parents also have an explanation, so the next thing will not happen!" Hua Meng said in a melancholy.

"You think too much, Yang Qin's life is not for you to decide. And even if you help her, she may not be able to withstand the pressure of Wuke, maybe she transfers to liberal arts!" Lei Yi said disapprovingly. .

As the four of them were chatting, there was an exclamation in the distance.

In the exclamation, Lei Yi heard someone shouting "Professor Mo".