I, the god, recruit witches to make money

After chatting for a while, they saw a plane landing on the runway. The huge fuselage fell from high to low, and the wheels rolled forward.

Jian Ju glanced sideways and said, "Here he comes. You don't need to take him too seriously. If you don't like it, just leave."

"Yeah." Bai Shi shrugged.

The plane stopped in front of him and the cabin door opened. He looked up and a pair of very white long legs appeared in his sight.

“Rich people really play it.”

Bai Shi muttered quietly, it's winter, and people are allowed to show up wrapped in a quilt, and they are not even allowed to wear shoes.

Jian Ju replied, "What are you talking about? She is the great artist Picasso who organized this art exhibition."

Picasso is a code name. Most famous people will hide their real names to avoid unnecessary trouble.

After all, in the extraordinary world, a person's real name can easily be used to make some articles.

“I really like her painting of the Norwegian children.”

Qing Ye Lian muttered, with an intoxicated look on her face, "Just look at these legs and you'll know that I'm definitely not ugly."

"It doesn't matter." Takagi Kaku replied casually.

Picasso jumped with every step, his feet trembling with cold, making people suspect he would fall down.

The golden Aho-Mao crawled out from the quilt and explored the situation outside like a radar.

"Thank you for your help, everyone."

Picasso's voice is clear and his pronunciation is standard Japanese.

"It's okay. You can check into the hotel first. Qing Yelian and Bai Shi will protect you closely."

Jian Ju began to make arrangements, "As for those artworks, I will personally protect them."

The main purpose of this arrangement is not to protect Picasso, but to ensure that there are no problems with the art exhibition.

Picasso is just a link that does not go wrong, not the most important link. What is really important is the paintings. Without the paintings, the art exhibition cannot be held.

"No problem." Another person came down, her blonde hair combed back into a short ponytail, she wore gold-rimmed glasses, and she looked like a smart and capable woman.

"There is one thing we want to inform you of. On the way here, we received a theft notice."

The woman took out an envelope with a rose attached to it.

Jian Ju opened the letter and saw that it was a theft notice from a group called Rose Thieves, saying that they were going to steal the famous Map of Hell on February 7th.

The specific time period was not mentioned, only that he would appear on that day and steal the map of hell.

"Tsk, you little thief, you don't need to worry."

Jian Ju calmly crumpled the envelope and raised his head, saying, "As the chief disciple of Beichen Xin Dao Liu, how could I let a bunch of petty thieves succeed?"

The woman looked solemn and said: "The Rose Thieves are world-famous thieves. It is said that they have never failed in their attacks. Don't be careless."

"It's okay. We are a top team in security work."

Jian Ju patted his chest and said that as long as he was there, he would never let such petty theft succeed.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Seeing Jian Ju so confident, the woman said nothing and started to have people take the paintings down.

Jianju gave a wink, Baishi nodded, and he and Qingye Ren followed Picasso's footsteps.

As for Gui Longyuan and the others, they naturally stayed to protect the paintings.

Chapter 174 Artist x Thief x The Young Lady Who Never Gives Up

The artist's thinking process is different from that of ordinary people. The original plan was to stay in a hotel to ensure her personal safety.

Halfway through the journey, Picasso suddenly changed her mind and wanted to see the street scenes of Tokyo.

The body is wrapped in a blanket with even the head not showing. What kind of scenery can you see?

Bai Shi was full of doubts, but he still did not refuse the request. He wanted to protect Picasso instead of treating him like a prisoner.

With him around, I don't think anyone can do anything to Picasso.

The three gave up the taxi to the hotel and walked instead.

The streets were very cold in winter, and Picasso's long legs were mostly bare. No, upon closer inspection, Bai Shi discovered that there was a thin layer of flesh-colored stockings stuck to those legs.

Even so, bare feet will still be cold, right?

He thought to himself, not quite sure, girls are magical creatures in winter.

Men often feel that they are not warm enough even after wrapping themselves in thick coats, but these thin women can walk briskly in the cold wind with bare legs and a pair of warm stockings, making passers-by feel cold.

Qing Ye Lian didn't have the extra energy to pay attention to those little things. His eyes scanned the surroundings to prevent any unexpected events.

In his opinion, Bai Shi is just a wet nurse without fighting ability. He still needs to take action at the critical moment, so he naturally cannot take it lightly.

Picasso did not have the celebrity baggage of being an artist, or in other words, artists always make others accommodate themselves rather than accommodating others.

She was jumping around on the street, the aho-hair on her head swaying back and forth, as if she was playing hopscotch.

The beeping alarm suddenly sounded, and the citizens in front began to evacuate the street in an orderly manner. Soon, the place became empty.

"What happened?" Picasso asked, his golden hair swaying from side to side.

Qing Ye Lian replied: "This is a monster alarm. We should retreat to a safe area."

"Aren't you going to deal with it?" Picasso took two steps back, as if this was a safe area.

Bai Shi shrugged and said, "Other people will take orders and handle this kind of thing."

"Oh, just let me take a look."

Picasso murmured in reply, but did not stick his head out. Instead, he looked around through the raised submarine-like periscope and said, "Oh, so this is what you look like~"

"I'm afraid you didn't see it before."

Bai Shi complained.

“An artist is one who has the courage to grope forward even in the darkness.”

Picasso replied confidently, turned the periscope and looked in the direction where the monster was coming.

The invisible space showed visible distortion and collapse, forming a dark tunnel. Liquidized energy overflowed from the edge and dripped like ink.

"Roar!" The monster stretched out two black-gold claws and grasped the edge of the space. Its body was as fat as an inflated hot air balloon.

Its two feet are as short as its claws, and it looks fleshy overall, without the ferocious impression that people have of monsters.

Picasso blinked, and the chubby monster fell down.

Three extraordinary people appeared out of nowhere and began to collect the bodies and clean up the bloodstains at the scene.

Everything about a monster is a treasure, and no extraordinary being is willing to waste it.

After a while, the street was open to traffic as usual, and the disappeared crowd reappeared and continued walking on the street, without being affected by the appearance of the monster.

Over the years, non-human existence has become an integral part of people's daily lives and it is difficult to arouse much emotion.

People are more afraid of losing their jobs and going bankrupt tomorrow than being killed by monsters.

There are a lot of loans there, and apart from the families of the victims, it is difficult for most of the living people to feel the fragility of life. At most, they would like to like the posts of silence on the Internet.

Picasso also did not lament about life, sighing: "Even if I use a periscope, I can't see anything."

Qing Yeren said with a smile: "They used three moves. The red-haired one used onmyoji to restrain the monster's limbs.

The black-haired man hit the monster's chest with a white sword, and the other black-haired man used a knife to cut open the beaten part.

The three of them have clear division of labor, and they are definitely not novices.”

"Really? Let's go back to the hotel. I suddenly got an inspiration and want to paint a picture. Let's call it the creatures of the city."

Picasso suddenly asked to return to the hotel. The inspiration that surged in her mind forced her to take out a pen immediately and draw her emotions.

How people will interpret it in the future is not something she considers.

An artist's job is to make people think, not to dictate how they think.

"Hurry up, hurry up~" She kept urging, stamping her feet in a hurry.

"I have to stop a taxi," Shiraishi replied calmly, stretched out his hand to stop a taxi, and returned to the five-star hotel they had booked.

Qing Ye Lian was not so nervous in the taxi, and said with a smile on her face: "Actually, I am a fan of Miss Picasso.

I have always wondered what you wanted to express to people with that Norwegian child, with that rich color.

"Nothing," Picasso answered bluntly, kicking his feet restlessly. "I just saw a child sitting in Norway and wanted to draw him."

"Really? You are indeed a famous artist. Every stroke of yours can inspire people's imagination~"

Qing Ye Lian's tone was not awkward, but she admired this person even more, who used pure art to make people think about the content of the paintings.

Bai Shi was bewildered when he heard this. He had never seen Picasso's paintings. He just felt that Qing Ye Lian was worthy of being a fan of Picasso, and she could even make up for it.

"Haha, art is to inspire people's imagination and thinking, not to preach to people. You know a lot about art."

Picasso deeply agreed with Qing Yelian's words, and even the alopecia on his head began to stand up.

Rather than the unknown art, Bai Shi was more itchy about that stupid hair and wanted to pull it out.

This evil thought always tempted him to give it a try.

Of course, Bai Shi was just thinking about it in his mind, and he wouldn't actually do something rude like pulling out someone's hair.

The taxi returned to the hotel without incident.

……

On the other side, a truck loaded with paintings drove to the National Art Center, Tokyo.

Located in Roppongi, Minato-ku, Tokyo, it was designed by the late architectural master Kisho Kurokawa and features an art gallery in the forest.

The interior is spacious, but has no fixed exhibits, making it very suitable for contracting out and hosting a Picasso art exhibition.

The exterior of the National Art Center is surrounded by plants. The entrance is a conical glass door, and the sturdy concrete pillars and stairs on the east and west sides make the interior look extremely spacious.

Coupled with the bits of sunlight falling through the glass on the walls, it adds a warm and elegant atmosphere to the place.

Kiryuin Misae had a bumpkin-like expression of surprise on her face and moved closer to Kamanagi Rin again.

If she annoys this person, she will run to Jun Komori to share her joy, or find her new friend Sorumi to express her inner amazement.

In short, she was full of energy and ran around without a moment of rest.

Dozens of paintings were also carefully carried to the reserved exhibition hall and hung on the walls by staff in preparation for tomorrow's exhibition.

Kiryuin Misae stops in front of the painting that the Rose Thieves want to steal.

This drawing of hell is an abstract painting made up of various bright colors. On a nearly vertical cliff, a large group of ghosts are trying to climb to the top of the cliff. The scene looks desperate and crazy.

Guilongyuan Meiya seemed to be able to hear the little ghost falling and screaming. She took a step back and said, "What a horrible painting. Won't you lose sleep tonight after looking at this?"

"Stupid, this is what you call art."

Kami Nagi Rin raised her hand and knocked her on the head, saying unhappily, "Don't slack off here. Listen to my instructions carefully."

"Oh." Guilongyuan Meiya followed her out of the hell drawing and to the center of the exhibition hall.

Jian Ju put his hands on his hips and said, "You are all outstanding young people. I won't say more. The art exhibition will last for a week. Today and tomorrow are the key days. No one should think about sleeping.

Patrol well for me.

Gao Mujiao and I will stay in the exhibition hall. The five of you stay outside. Don't let any suspicious people approach.

If you have any questions, please contact me through this intercom. The channel is public, don’t use it for chatting! "

She gave some instructions and began distributing walkie-talkies.

Without the Yin-Yang magic of communication to connect with teammates, they can only rely on this kind of mortal technology to communicate.

"Yagyu will guard the entrance to the exhibition hall, Kannagi will guard the exit, and the corridor will be left to Guilongyuan. Sorume and Komori will patrol outside the house. Don't let anyone suspicious go."

Jian Ju further assigned tasks, then clapped his hands and said, "Don't just stand there, let's go!"

"Okay!" Guilongyuan Meisai replied loudly.

……

There was nothing unusual during the day, but at night, the National Art Center, Japan, with its excellent lighting, became eerie.

There are no stars or moon in Tokyo at night; everything is shrouded in dark clouds.