Portable Museum

The old man's speed is not fast, but Zhang Junping can still catch up.

Following the direction of the old man's car, Zhang Junping quickly felt something was wrong.

This is not the direction to the city, but the direction of the suburbs.

On the way, the old man stopped at a supermarket, bought a lot of things, then got in the car and continued to drive.

Zhang Junping followed the old man's car unhurriedly, and finally came to an old apartment in the suburbs.

Zhang Junping stopped the car far away, looked around, and saw that there was no one, and there were no cameras or anything that should not appear in this era.

Only then did he push the bicycle into the bushes on the side of the road, and put the bicycle into the museum space.

Then quickly approach the apartment.

This is a very old six-story apartment building. The walls are peeling off. It looks like it is more than 100 years old.

The old man had just parked the car, and he glanced at Zhang Junping who was walking over, but he didn't care.

Zhang Junping was carrying an easel and drawing board on his back at this time, and he was dressed like a young artist who was wandering around sketching.

"Sir, is there a house for rent here?" Zhang Junping asked the old man with a smile.

"Go over there and ask!" The old man pointed in one direction casually, and then went straight into the stairs.

"Thank you!" Zhang Junping shouted loudly from behind.

After waiting for a minute, there was the sound of the door opening and closing in the cave.

"First floor!" Zhang Junping smiled, turned around and walked in the direction pointed by the old man.

They come, the security.

Zhang Junping found a place with a good view, set up the easel, fixed the drawing board, clamped the oil painting paper, and started painting.

This location can just see the exit of the apartment.

Zhang Junping watched the old man while creating.

At noon, I took out two hamburgers and a glass of iced Coke from the museum space, settled my lunch, and continued to create.

Until the evening, the old man did not come out again.

Zhang Junping pretended to pack up his easel and leave, but he hid at a turning.

Find a leeward place, wrap your clothes, lie on the ground, close your eyes and rest.

Zhang Junping didn't get up until after eleven o'clock at night, and found a hood to put on.

Then came to the old man's house.

I listened at the door, but there was no movement inside.

I went out of the window and looked in. There were curtains on the window, so I couldn't see inside, but it was pitch black inside.

Should have fallen asleep.

The door couldn't be opened, so I had to figure out a way on the window.

Take out a glass knife from the space, lightly draw a few times on the window, and remove the glass.

Then reach in and open the window.

Zhang Junping jumped into the room.

After waiting for a while, when his eyes got used to the darkness, he stood up and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

The old man drank the wine and was soundly asleep at this time.

Zhang Junping walked over and pressed the old man's neck for a while, and the old man fell into a coma.

Now, it is estimated that the thunder will not wake up the old man.

Turn on the lights in the room directly.

This is a small room, about seventy or eighty square meters.

The living room, kitchen, toilet, and bedroom are simple in structure and clear at a glance.

Zhang Junping discovered the problems in the house at a glance.

There are mezzanines here.

However, because the old man often sells oil paintings from inside, the interlayer has been damaged, which is very eye-catching.

The old man hung an old rug on the wall to cover it.

Ordinary people may not find it, nor would they think that there is a mezzanine behind it.

But Zhang Junping already knew about the existence of the interlayer, so it became easier naturally, and the carpet provided him with guidance.

Take off the carpet, and behind it is a door blocked with bricks.

It turned out that it should have been concealed and painted with the same paint as other walls, but now it was opened by the old man.

Just block it with bricks.

After taking the bricks away, Zhang Junping discovered that the inside was not a mezzanine, but a room with the door blocked.

The original layout of two bedrooms and one living room has become one bedroom and one living room.

There was no light in the room inside, so Zhang Junping could only take out a flashlight.

I was stunned immediately.

There is a pile of objects wrapped in kraft paper that look like frames in the room.

Just looking at the shape, you can tell that this is to find the batch of oil paintings worth one billion euros.

There is no way to find out exactly how many there are.

The entire room, where there is only a little space at the entrance, is piled up from the ground to the roof, all of which are oil paintings.

Naturally, Zhang Junping would not be polite, he just waved his hand and put away all the oil paintings in the room.

In a burst of dust, Zhang Junping exited the room.

"Damn it! What kind of bullshit did you analyze earlier?

If it wasn't for my luck, damn it, it would be a surprise if I could find it. " Zhang Junping cursed secretly.

Why is it near the palace, it can be dozens of miles away from the palace.

After the item was obtained, Zhang Junping glanced at the old man who was still in a coma.

In another world, the antique dealer left him a painting for retirement.

In this world, oil paintings are not reserved for him, and it is easy to invite disaster.

From the space, he took out a few diamonds and a dozen gold necklaces, and put them on the bedside of the old man.

These things, save some money, should be enough.

Thinking so, Zhang Junping left the apartment.

Chapter 216 The First Intermediate Skill

Zhang Junping didn't rush back to the hotel, but found a deserted house nearby and stayed all night.

In the middle of the night, he was riding a bicycle on the road alone in the middle of the night, which was too eye-catching.

Basically, the policemen they encountered would stop him and check his passport.

Who knows, if the old man wakes up, he will be impulsive and call the police or something.

In that case, he is the biggest suspect.

Compare the photos of two people.

The next day, Zhang Junping returned to the hotel by bicycle.

Back at the hotel, I took a shower to wash away the tiredness, coldness, and excitement of the night.

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Zhang Junping went to the restaurant to have breakfast again.

Then he went back to the room and threw himself on the bed.

Excitement can't be concealed.

This time, a total of 550 oil paintings were harvested.

Among them, there are many works by famous artists such as Picasso, Renoir, Henri Matisse, and Marc Chagall.

Depend on!

The Prussian authorities, really dark, just swallowed the big head and gave it a fraction.

Looking at the fragments of experience like stars in the museum space, Zhang Junping was fascinated for a moment.

26 fragments of Western painting experience.

This is the first intermediate skill he got.

Advanced skills require 100 million experience fragments, and there is a long way to go!

After Zhang Junping clicked to acquire, a storm of consciousness suddenly appeared in his mind.

After the storm, it was one dream after another.

The dream is incomparably real.

In the dream, he is a painter in every life.

Rural painters, wandering painters in the city, young painters, late blooming old painters, high-spirited court painters...

When Zhang Junping woke up again, it was already night.

This is the protection of space for him. It is only a moment to accept the inheritance of knowledge. To digest so much painting knowledge, skills, and experience requires a lot of brain cells.

The space allows Zhang Junping to fall into a deep sleep, which is a kind of protection. Deep sleep can allow brain cells to recover at a faster speed.

After waking up, Zhang Junping felt sore all over, and his head was also in a daze, as if a piece of iron was tied.

It felt like a cold with a high fever.

I just took a shower this morning, but I still feel sticky and uncomfortable.

I struggled to take a shower, went back to bed, reached for the phone on the bedside, asked for a room spa, and ordered another dinner.

Ask the front desk to calculate the time and send it to the room after finishing the spa.

Pure Green Health Spa is still very good.

After finishing the spa, Zhang Junping felt much lighter all over his body, even his head was not as heavy as before.

I signed the form, gave a tip, and sent the technician away.

Sure enough, it was a seamless connection. The technician went out here, and the dinner was delivered there.

Steak must be ordered, grilled snails, cheese lobster, foie gras, caviar, pasta, a lot of things, just finished the spa, hungry rumbling, Zhang Junping didn't care about tasting any delicacies, just swept them all null.

After drinking a glass of French dry red, I gave a tip and sent the waiter away.

Lying on the bed, fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was revived with full blood, and my whole body was full of strength.

You feel better than before.

Thinking of some novels in later generations, such as Rebirth Feiyang Era, and the descriptions in other novels, Zhang Junping guessed that his own space might also have this function.

It's just an incidental function. Every time you receive a skill inheritance, it will be a process of cutting hair and washing marrow.

It's just that they were all primary skills before, so I couldn't feel them.

After washing up, I went out to have some breakfast, and then returned to my room with the newspaper.

Reading newspapers is an essential job for Zhang Junping every day.

Although he was visiting the flea market, stealing treasure, and planning to go to the mountains to hunt for treasure, it did not mean that he had forgotten his mission.

It's just that you can't do things only with passion, but also with a method, as the ancestors said, you have to pay attention to the right time, place and people.

Zhang Junping slowly flipped through today's newspaper, and suddenly a piece of unremarkable news came into Zhang Junping's eyes.

The entire length is less than [-] words in total, and it is only about the size of dried spiced tofu.