Players Please Get In the Car

There weren't many people in the exhibition hall, and not many people had time to look at the paintings at this time, so most of the people present were players, and there were as many as ten people around Jiang Jiang.

"Miss Jiang Jiang, your paintings are really great. Although I am not a player, I can still see tolerance and peace in your paintings." A middle-aged man with a big belly held her hand and refused to let go, " Those who say that your words have no connotation have no connotation, your paintings are obviously full of compassion, you are simply a living god!"

The players next to him couldn't listen to what he said, and someone stepped forward to signal him to let go.

After the middle-aged man let go reluctantly, he pulled a young man next to him, "This is my son, who just became a player and is your fan. You want to sign the painting for him later!"

The young man looked at Jiang Jiang excitedly, Jiang Jiang nodded with a slight smile, said "excuse me" and went to talk to others.

The neglected middle-aged man's face was a bit ugly, but he quickly adjusted, he walked aside with his son's shoulders in his arms: "Later, let's buy her four or five paintings, and she will definitely do more with you to save face." Say a few words."

Just as he was talking, his son was bumped into by someone. The middle-aged man said angrily, "You are blind in such a spacious place!"

It's a pity that the other party ignored him. Although the older woman was well dressed, she was not in a good state of mind. She ignored the crowd and walked straight towards Jiang Jiang.

A player had noticed her abnormality long ago, and two people had come to stop her, but the woman didn't force her way, but said with tears, "My son is dead, and he was with you before he died..."

Jiang Jiang stepped forward and said sadly, "If you need help with anything, please speak up."

"I just want to ask you, why did you kill him!" The woman's eyes were red, "He likes your paintings, admires you, likes you, and is willing to risk his life to protect you, why did you kill him?!"

"Your son was killed by other players, how can Jiang Jiang be blamed?" Some players scolded her.

"She was the one who killed her!" The woman poured out the photos in the file bag in her arms, "These are all drawn by her, and all the people in the paintings are players who followed her, and everyone died tragically!"

The photos dumped on the ground belonged to Jiang Jiang's studio, and part of the layout of the studio was exposed at the corners. Except for the corpse with no face visible, other faces had appeared on the mourning website set up by fans.

The woman held two photos, one was a painting and the other was a photo of the death scene, and asked hoarsely: "This photo was uploaded before my son died! You knew he would die before he died! It was you! You cursed him! You are a monster! Your paintings are killing people!"

Desperate voices echoed in the exhibition hall, and everyone gathered around. Naturally, they also saw the photos on the ground. There were so many shocking paintings that looked like death photos, and everyone present lost their voices for a while.

But soon someone recognized the dead companion from the painting. Jiang Jiang's painting part has a date, and the time of the painting is indeed before the death of the person in the painting!

"These photos have been changed, and there is no way to prove that these paintings were drawn by Jiang Jiang." Some people questioned, "...after all, it is just a painting. How can a painting kill people?"

"If she is a player, painting can also kill people." Xu Huo added with a smile standing behind him.

Jiang Jiang, who had been expressionless all this time, looked up in his direction, and then looked at the woman with pity, "It wasn't me, or my painting killed your son."

"I just foresaw his death." She said calmly.

"Look, she is indeed a player!" The woman was clearly mentally disturbed, and Xinxi wanted to get the approval of others, "She is a player! She is killing people with paintings!"

Jiang Jiang shook his head, and then said to the players beside him, "Can I trouble you to send her to rest?"

The player didn't move, but asked, "You also foresaw Brother Song Xu's death, why did you go out that day?"

The most important reason why the players voluntarily gather around her is painting, but now that their self-conceived "spiritual salvation" is in jeopardy, reason and indifference have returned to the body.

Jiang Jiang answered the question, "Because no matter what I do, the content of the prediction will not change."

"You can tell us." Another player noticed some people outside the venue, "Did you also predict that we would die here today?"

"No." Jiang Jiang smiled, "I came here because I will die here."

Like the players present, Xu Huo frowned.

But in the next second, everyone had no time to think about this sentence, because a violent explosion occurred upstairs, and the ceiling of the entire exhibition hall fell down. Several players in black fell with the collapsed objects, holding a The hot weapons bombarded the people in the field indiscriminately!

They didn't come for Jiang Jiang, they were targeting several players who also fell from the upstairs. While running and dodging, one of them showed his face from the smoke, it was Chi Nan!

Xu Huo lifted a large part of the floor, and just happened to meet her. The other party was obviously happier than him, and he didn't forget to say hello when he was busy: "What a coincidence!"

Coincidentally.

Xu Huo looked back at Jiang Jiang. When the building collapsed, she supported the floor and rescued the woman who lost her child, and handed her over to the player who was rescued next to her, and then looked at Xu Huo.

In the middle of the exhibition hall, Chi Nan teamed up with a group of players with unknown faces to deal with the players in black. Some of the players involved in the maintenance of Area 009 were rescuing the ordinary people who were crushed downstairs, and some returned to Jiang Jiang's side scatteredly.

And Jiang Jiang and Xu Huo looked at each other. The moment the former raised his pen, the latter had already crossed the short distance between them. When the octagonal gallery opened, the awakened puppet also fell to the ground!

Although Xu Huo's speed was already very fast, he still couldn't bring Jiang Jiang into the dungeon before the gallery opened. Only two players who came to help were sucked in by surprise. He and Jiang Jiang still stood in her gallery.

The noise is stripped away in a second, and the eight deep galleries stretch out in different directions. From the perspective of the intersection center, the field of vision is subtly deformed, as if more than half of the galleries can be seen at a glance, but each gallery is severely distorted, unlike A real venue.

Standing on the intersection circle, Jiang Jiang sighed and said, "Why don't you leave?"

"I didn't get what I wanted." Xu Huo said.

"I have already answered your question." Jiang Jiang said helplessly: "I don't know the doctor you mentioned, and Shang Shuming is not a doctor, he is just a sponsor."

"Then let's change the question." Xu Huo looked slightly solemn: "Who is giving you and Peng Ya psychological counseling?"