I, the god, recruit witches to make money

But the art museum is so stingy that it refuses to turn on the lights after closing time.

Guilongyuan Meiya could only wander around the empty hall with a flashlight, yawning. She was so bored and wanted to take a nap.

She has a lively personality and cannot stand this kind of boring patrol, especially since there is a high probability that thieves will not show up.

Kiryuin Misae yawned the first time, and the second and third yawns followed one after another.

"Beep, everyone report the situation at your location in detail."

The voice of Jianju came from the intercom, causing Guilongyuan Meiya to stop yawning and force her eyelids to open. She reported, "There is nothing unusual in the corridor."

"Nothing unusual at the entrance." "Nothing unusual at the exit." "Nothing unusual outside."

Several people spoke one after another, indicating that there was nothing unusual in the art gallery.

"Very good, don't be careless, continue to be vigilant."

The walkie-talkie suddenly became quiet, and Guilongyuan Meiya waved her hand, and a faint shadow passed by on the ground.

The looseness on her face disappeared, what was that?

Before I could figure it out, I felt a chill on the back of my neck. The expression on my face became dull, and I turned around and walked towards the entrance step by step.

"Gui Longyuan, don't be lazy."

Kanagagi Rin, who was guarding the entrance, muttered, "I can hear your yawns from here..."

The conversation outside the exhibition hall quickly ended.

Jian Ju opened her eyes and realized something was wrong. She looked at the clock on the wall and it was already one o'clock in the morning.

Two footsteps were heard at the entrance.

"I should have said that you are not allowed to come in without permission."

Jian Ju's face was gloomy, and his pair of purple cherry eyes were full of indifference. He said, "I have to say sorry to Bai Shi."

Kiryuin Miya and Kaminagi Rin had dazed expressions on their faces, not like normal people at all. When they heard her words, they charged forward together.

Jian Ju grasped the hilt of the knife and pulled it out directly. Before he swung it, the knife light illuminated the dim exhibition hall.

One mind has thousands of thoughts, and one thought leads to killing.

The snow-like sword light dispelled the thin lines on the back of Kaminagi Rin and Kiryuin Misae's necks, and their gazes turned from lifeless to the confusion as if they had just woken up from a dream.

As the swords chopped at him, Jian Ju caught a glimpse of a dark figure appearing and disappearing in the air, "Where are you running to?"

She shouted loudly, and moved the handle of the knife with her hand. The knife in her heart was as sharp as a cold wind scraping at the bones, trying to scrape off a layer of skin from the other person, but was cleverly avoided by the escape technique.

"Ha!" Gao Mujiao did not hold back. A Buddhist roar shook the exhibition hall. An angry Vajra emerged from behind him, and with three heads and six arms he attacked the black shadow.

Unexpectedly, the black shadow split into two in an instant, two into three, and three into thousands, and the black shadow wandered around the exhibition hall.

Jian Ju guarded the painting of hell and swept it with his heart knife, destroying all the black shadows. Not a single painting was lost, but the people were gone.

"You little thief, you run really fast." She stamped her feet in anger, and the leopard print on her legs trembled. "Send a message to Lian, there are two enemies, one is good at splitting and escaping, and the other should be able to control people remotely."

"Yeah." Gao Mujiao nodded and said, "It looks like tonight is just a test."

"Yes."

Jian Ju nodded, a solemn look flashed across his eyes. The little thief was quite capable.

After thinking for a while, she walked up to Kaminagi Rin and Kiryuin Misae and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy."

Kaminagi Rin answered truthfully, her delicate face like a porcelain doll full of shame, "I'm sorry, we couldn't help."

"No, you have already helped. Without you standing guard outside, we wouldn't be able to detect any abnormalities."

Jian Ju comforted her and patted her shoulder, "You have done a good job. If you can still hold on, continue to stick to your post."

"Yeah." Kaminagi Rin nodded heavily.

She felt a little regretful in her heart, thinking that she was too careless. When she saw that Guilongyuan was in a bad state, she should have used the cassock immediately instead of waiting there foolishly and being controlled by the enemy.

Although it was unclear whether the cassock could defend against the enemy's tactics, she did not come up with a perfect response strategy, which meant that she was not well prepared and needed to raise her awareness.

Kaminagi Rin walked out of the exhibition hall and rubbed the back of her neck.

Guilongyuan Meiya followed and asked, "Do you have a pain in the back of your neck too?"

"Hmm." She nodded slightly, "I wonder if the enemy can only attack here, or if they deliberately chose this place to attract our attention?

If you are not sure, don't say it. It will be troublesome if you make a mistake."

"Oh." Guilongyuan Meiya nodded and muttered, "Damn, I didn't see anyone at all. It seems that we are still so weak."

"keep it up."

This is the only way Kaminagi Rin can comfort her good friend.

Guilongyuan Meiya nodded and continued her patrol.

Chapter 175: Dai Mao is a miracle in the world

February 7, National Museum of Modern Art, Tokyo.

The museum opens on time at 10 am.

As a painter at an art exhibition, Picasso would naturally not miss such an important occasion. Being an artist gave her social privileges, and no one would think she was being disrespectful if she didn't show up.

Visitors only felt that this great artist was indeed no ordinary person.

Important guests are received by her agent, who comments on the paintings and naturally negotiates a suitable price for some of the paintings that can be sold at this time.

Those who can visit here can be said to be a microcosm of Japan's upper class.

Most people know Rin Kaminagi.

She pretended not to know those people and glanced at them with an indifferent attitude to avoid anyone coming up to say hello.

Generally speaking, people can reject 99% of greetings from strangers by just putting on a cold face.

"I'm so tired," Picasso walked barefoot among the crowd and got bored after a while.

Even at her own art exhibition, listening to those thousands of verses, oh, it was the first time for those praisers to say this, but she had traveled to many countries and heard too many praises.

The praise here is no different from that from those abroad.

She just felt bored and said, "Let's go out for a walk."

"Whatever." Bai Shi shrugged. Today he was the only one accompanying them. Even Qing Ye Lian was assigned by Jian Ju to protect the paintings, set up the barrier, and avoid affecting the guests present.

The loss of any one of these people would be a major news event worthy of making the news.

The people present were either celebrities, representatives of capital giants, or politicians' families, and there were even extraordinary people.

The art of mortals can occasionally play a role for extraordinary people, because cultivation emphasizes the mind, and the mind is easily moved by external things.

Sometimes a song or a painting in a special environment can resonate with people, either making them excited or moved to tears.

So extraordinary people will buy paintings that can touch their hearts.

……

It seemed much quieter outside the exhibition hall. Picasso walked barefoot on the cold ground, swaying his body wrapped in a quilt, and found a bench for people to rest.

The sunlight shines through the glass wall, appearing as spots on the brown exterior wall.

Picasso turned around, as if he was going to fall down with great force, but he still fell slowly onto the bench.

The two bare legs swaying up and down make people curious. What kind of scenery can you see if you stand under the legs?

Shiraishi, in the spirit of a gentleman, reminded, "Don't use so much force, be careful not to expose yourself."

"It's okay," Picasso replied with a smile, "I'm wearing leggings, and I have everything I need underneath."

Shiraishi shook his head and said, "There are men in the world who are interested in leggings."

"Wow, all men are like that."

Picasso did not continue to swing his long legs, which seemed to tempt people to commit crimes, but kept them closed.

She remembered that when she was in junior high school, she had a handsome deskmate. He was really handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes, and his facial features still made her feel dazzling when she thought of them.

However, that handsome classmate had a mind as dirty as a urinal. After three months of dating, he actually wanted to kiss?

If we date for another month, wouldn’t we be holding hands and going to bed? The thought of it makes me sick.

"How disgusting! You men are all so disgusting."

Picasso turned over and began to indiscriminately release map cannons, twisting the body under him like a maggot.

Bai Shi retorted angrily: "I can't ignore this. Most men are excellent and good men. You can't generalize."

"Won't you want to sleep with me?"

Picasso stopped twisting and asked a soul-searching question.

"Of course not." He answered righteously, "Who do you think I am? I will not make a move on a woman I have no feelings for."

"Liar." Picasso said in a low voice, his blond hair was calm and silent.

No way, there really are animals in the world that can move according to the will of their owners?

Bai Shi stared at the small tuft of golden hair and did not continue to argue with Picasso about whether he could persist.

"Why don't you speak?" Picasso asked.

“I found a good show going on in the exhibition hall.”

Bai Shi answered truthfully, his eyes left the golden ahoge and looked towards the exhibition hall.

……

Inside the exhibition hall, Jian Ju had been resting with his eyes closed, and he noticed the change in the air.

She opened her eyes, picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Be careful, there are little mice sneaking in."

After giving this reminder, her purple-sakura eyes became extremely sharp, like a blade, fiercely sweeping across the visitor in front of her.

They are in groups of three or five, and it seems that no one is alone. Which one is from the Rose Thieves Gang?

She held the handle of the knife and did not make a sound to drive him away. Although that would save the painting, it would also disturb the guests and affect the holding of the exhibition, which would indirectly lead to the failure of the order.

Kaminagi Rin and the others began to wander among the crowd, looking for people who might be manipulated. That dull look could never deceive others.

When Jian Ju was looking around, she heard an exclamation from the crowd. She immediately looked over and saw three ordinary men in suits showing great jumping ability.

For ordinary people, jumping two meters high is already quite incredible.

Obviously, under the control of the thief behind the scenes, the controlled person can break the limits of the human body, but the price is that his or her body becomes broken.

But thieves don’t care about the physical condition of ordinary people. Stealing from their targets is what they pursue.

"Please don't panic. You can leave through the exit," the thief made his move. Jian Ju didn't care about the guests anymore and drew his knife. "You can also stay and watch how I deal with them."

The flashing knife light flashed, and the three people fell in front of the painting, and the pain all over their bodies made them wail unconsciously.

Qing Ye Lian spit out a thin thread of ground fire, trying to burn along the broken silk thread all the way to the thief who was controlling the situation behind the scenes.

Invisibly, several silk threads approached quietly. His handsome face did not change. As he moved his ten fingers, earth fire gushed out from his fingertips and wrapped around his body to prevent him from being controlled by the silk threads.

The silk threads were then used to control the visitors nearby, causing them to riot together. Those who were not controlled at the scene also screamed and retreated in panic.

The visiting extraordinary people stepped aside and watched, with no intention of intervening.

Rin Kaminagi put on the monk's robes and began to search for the enemy.

Jun Komori covered himself with the flames of the heart demon and separated a part of it to patrol the ground.

Guilongyuan Meiya entered the state of Tianliu Honglei Killing Method and jumped out of the exhibition hall, wanting to see if the controller was staying in the hall.

Yagyu Jubei and Soraume also took action, but Takagi Kaku, who was the one who should have taken action, did not move. He clasped his hands together and used spiritual pressure to fight against the silk threads that invaded his body, with a ferocious look on his face.

Jianjiu noticed his loss of composure and swung his knife, trying to cut Takagi Kaku's thread.

In an instant, the other person who saw the opportunity moved, and a dark figure rushed out.

Jian Ju reacted and quickly turned the blade. The figure squirmed and split into densely packed figures that flew over the sky, almost filling up the exhibition hall.

The sharp blade flashed, and figures were chopped down and disappeared into nothingness. Jian Ju's eyes turned and he thought to himself, "Oh no!"

The thief who was good at splitting himself had reached out and grabbed the map of hell, with a smug smile on his face.