The vest is played on the face of the card

art gallery.

The silent city seems to hide an invisible shadow.The young man's clothes were of a rare style, and the long white trench coat barely stopped at his feet.Nowadays, there are very few people wearing such long clothes. When the young man was in action, he revealed a pitch-black leather jacket under a long windbreaker.

He looked up at the art gallery, and there was no wave on his extremely indifferent face.

A breath that humans can't detect permeates the air.

The museum is now closed.The night watchman heard someone coming, he hurried out of the door with a baton, and saw a stranger holding an antique-like sword in his hand, looking at the museum.

Although this art gallery is a place to exhibit paintings, in the final analysis, it is a place where some unknown painters will exhibit. Even if the paintings inside are stolen and sold for money, there is a high probability that they will not be sold for much money.

The guard looked at the young man in front of him, and he saw that this man was full of grace. He said: "My guest, the art gallery is closed. If you want to come to see the works, you have to wait until tomorrow." .”

The young man turned his head and glanced at him, and he continued to walk inside without saying a word.

The guard kept complaining, he couldn't stop the young man, he could only let him go on.

The young man who is indifferent on the surface is actually not as indifferent as he appears on the inside.

The young man Ganqiao called in his heart: [The Hora you mentioned, is it really in the art museum? 】

【perhaps. 】The system answered him, 【Turn around. 】

Ganqiao heard his words, and he looked around, only to see the paintings in the museum sleeping quietly, those bright colors were all painted on the canvas, which looked very moving.

So the system quickly told him: [I probably understand, this Hora is hidden in the painting.The third picture on the left hand, cut it down. 】

The system has already talked about this, so I can only do what he said.

The metal trim of his clothes gleamed in the faint light, and then he drew his weapon, the golden weapon reflecting the sun's rays.This sword is so beautiful that the guards of the art museum don't even have the heart to stop him.

He has worked in this art gallery for many years, and he would go in to look at the collections when he has nothing to do.The replacement of collections one after another made his aesthetic ability slightly improved. He looked at the golden sword in the young man's hand and exclaimed, anyone could see the awe in his eyes.

Hearing his words, the youth just glanced at his weapon.

Seeing that the guard next to him was about to reach out to touch the sword, he turned slightly to avoid it.The golden sword shone brighter in the dim light.

The doorman finally woke up from his obsession with art.

He asked: "xxxx."

Gan Qiao showed a dazed expression, but this dazed expression was well hidden, and with the help of this vest, it was even more difficult for ordinary people to discern his true mood.

But in fact, Ganqiao is asking the system in a low voice: [System, what is he talking about? 】

The system said seriously: [He also supports you to cut down the third painting on the left. 】

...the other party spoke Italian.

Speaking of it, is Italian such a powerful language? Although he only spoke a few words, he was able to express such a rich meaning.

Convinced of what the system said, Ganqiao drew out his sword, and the bright light illuminated the silent night. Under the shocked eyes of the guard, he chopped down at the beautiful painting.

However, the painting did not shatter into two pieces, instead, something black and lacquered flowed out.Gan Qiao frowned, those dark things turned to ashes when they touched his sword.

The guard opened his eyes wide. He looked at the dirt on the ground and said, "xxx?"

Although he still didn't understand this time, seeing the guard's expression, he could understand what the guard was thinking even without a translator.

So he said sincerely: "This is Hora, I breed yin, and I will attract them."

Not to mention that Qianqiao didn't speak a word of Italian at all, even if he and the person in front of him spoke the same language, the other person probably couldn't understand the meaning of the words in his mouth.

Soon, Ganqiao realized this, because when the system heard his words, it laughed.

[Who understands this, it's enough for him to learn to shut up. 】

That's a bad thing to say.

Ganqiao always feels that his system is not reliable.

The system was keenly aware of this, and he said suspiciously: [Hey, you just said something bad about me in your heart, right? 】

Gan Qiao replied quickly: [No. 】

The system said coldly: [When you lie, you blink desperately. 】

Ganqiao reached out to press her eyelids, and then heard the system say the next sentence slowly: [I lied to you.So you still speak ill of me, right? 】

——Sure enough, it is a completely different style from the previous systems.

This time I didn't continue to slander anything in my heart.

The so-called Hora is a creature living in the Demon World.They will possess humans or objects, and it may be a little easier to understand if they are regarded as curse spirits-anyway, that kind of thing.

The yin self is the dirtiest part of a person's body and mind.

People with dark hearts will attract like-minded people, this is a very natural thing, right?But even if he doesn't know these things, it doesn't matter. In short, for various reasons, he just started the road of beheading these evil creatures by himself.

The sticky monster crawled out of the painting, and the guard fled quickly when he saw such a terrifying scene.

After all, it is a different fighting route. The practice of displaying the leather case without dead ends in order to sell toys is completely different from the adult Tokusho type of fighting that pursues a sense of instant kill.Ganqiao tried to draw a line on the top of his head with the tip of his sword, and the brilliant light poured down from the top of his head, illuminating his face.

The armor covered his body, like a wolf-like mask, but it was different from the wolf-shaped monster of Qianqiao. This armor shone with golden light, as if it could illuminate all darkness, making the whole museum full of excitement. It shone brightly.

All the filth disappeared at this moment.

When the light dissipated, everything returned to silence again.The dark art gallery is still dark, only the painting reveals what has been released.

Not long after, the painting was delivered to someone.

Although this painting used to be in the private collection of the previous leader of the Enthusiasm Organization, since even he himself may not know that there is this thing in his property, when Giorno got the painting, he couldn't think about it. The decision was made in a second.

It would be more appropriate to donate this kind of thing to the museum than to keep it by his side.

After all, although he has a little understanding of art appreciation, that kind of basic understanding is not enough for the artwork to get the evaluation it should be. Instead of doing this, it would be better to donate it directly.

As a result, this kind of thing happened not long after the donation was made.

Mista poked at the painting that had been broken into two pieces, and commented: "This is really a neat way to cut it off. There are so many paintings in the museum, but we only aimed at this pair of hands. Is this a provocation?"

Giorno actually didn't know too well.

He was rarely free today, because the painting gave him a bad feeling no matter what, so he simply took the opportunity of going to the art gallery to take a closer look at the situation at the scene.There is surveillance in the art gallery, and he happens to be able to see from the surveillance what kind of person the other party is.

As soon as he said he would leave, he turned his head and asked Mista: "Do you want to go with me?"

Mista showed a distressed expression, and he said, "Forgive me, I'm not interested in art at all."

He had already said so, and Giorno could only set off by himself.

The city is very peaceful, he walked on the street, just like someone in the past, people passing by greeted him with a friendly attitude as if he had known him for many years.

Giorno walked all the way to the end, and before he stepped into the art gallery, he was instead attracted by the open-air cafe.

A young man was constantly blowing the coffee in his cup.

His appearance looks very dignified, like a person who came out of a big family that has been passed down from generation to generation.But his action of blowing coffee completely ruined the feeling of his appearance, which made Giorno feel a little out of place.

Have not seen him.

Giorno thought so at first.He naturally walked in front of the other party, he smiled and said to the other party: "Is there anyone in this seat? I can sit here."

As he said this, the man sat down involuntarily.

The young man looked as if he wanted to leave with his coffee.

Probably because his way of blowing coffee is so pitiful, the waiter found some ice cubes from nowhere.After the young man thanked him, he frantically put ice cubes in the cup, and the coffee liquid got everywhere.He fumbled for a handkerchief to wipe the coffee on the table, only to spill a small bottle of milk on one side.

a mess.

The other party stopped talking. He looked at the mess on the table and didn't know what to do for a while.

If you want to strike up a conversation, now is a good time, right?

Giorno pretended to help wipe the table, and the stains that were difficult to wipe off were turned into solid creatures by him.He covered it slightly with his hands, but the young man in front of him didn't seem to notice it at all.

For ordinary people, you should thank them here, and then just follow the other party's thanks and say a few casual words, and you can talk routinely without any trace.

But unexpectedly, the person in front of him was so stubborn that he spilled all the coffee, leaving only a thin layer at the bottom of the cup, staying in the cup with the ice cubes.

The young man threw the coffee and the ice into his mouth, and began to crunch it.

Giorno didn't know what to do, he sighed and said, "It's the first time we meet, may I know your name?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, as if he was reciting some pre-trained words, he said: "I am a passing mask... No, I am a passing knight of the ring."