Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

One of the paintings caught Feng Lan's attention.

This is a half-human portrait. Different tones of blue blend together to finally outline the back of a long-haired woman. The distant background looks like mountains, rivers, or even hazy mist and rain.

This painting only has a frame and a layer of glass plastic, with a rope pulled in front of it as the only obstruction. The whole painting gives people a sense of quietness, melancholy, solitude and indifference. Feng Lan saw the colors and lines, and it seemed to be painted with oil paint, but Feng Lan observed carefully and found that the brushstrokes were like those drawn with colored pencils. I don't know what magical technique the painter used to create such a mysterious painting.

"Huh?" Feng Lan subconsciously looked under the painting, but did not see any introduction sign. She looked around and did not see any fallen signs on the ground nearby.

When Feng Lan lowered her head, the woman in the painting looked back at her, as if she was about to lean out of the painting. But when she felt something and looked up, the painting returned to its original state.

something wrong.

Feng Lan stared at the painting with wide eyes. Although her eyes and memory told her that this painting was no different from the previous ones, Feng Lan's intuition told her that there was something wrong with this painting.

Of course, Feng Lan complained in her heart. After all, she had walked from the first floor to the fourth floor and had never seen any items without numbers or labels!

This kind of portrait painting is neither new nor old, and it is very special. The woman’s clothes and hair accessories in the painting are so blurry that it is difficult to tell the era. How could such a special and excellent work be placed in a corner like this!

"Did I see it wrong?" Feng Lan murmured with a puzzled expression. After confirming the suspect, her mission for the day was completed. Her already relaxed mood became even more relaxed.

After appreciating some more works and learning some historical knowledge, Feng Lan returned to the first floor. It was almost nine o'clock at this time, and the few people who were there to begin with had disappeared. The lights in some exhibition halls were also turned off. A person in charge with a sign saw the little girl Feng Lan and greeted her.

"We're about to close. If you still want to see it, come back tomorrow, little girl."

Feng Lan responded and went back to the first floor. She did not leave in a hurry, but walked to the self-service machine and chose to check the information of the works on the fourth floor. After searching around, Feng Lan did not see any information about the blue portrait painting.

"Little boy, what are you looking for?"

Seeing that Feng Lan didn't leave, a female staff member came over, half-knelt down and asked patiently.

Feng Lan smiled at her, a little distressed, "Sister, do you know the names of the works in the museum? I just saw a very beautiful painting, but unfortunately I can't remember it, so I want to find its number."

"Well," the young girl told Feng Lan with a full expression after hearing her distress, "I've been working here for two years. I can remember most of the works, if not all of them. Tell me about it, maybe I know something."

Feng Lan described the painting, "It's a painting made with a mixture of various blue pigments. It depicts a long-haired woman with her back to the painting. Um... This painting is in the exhibition hall on the left side of the fourth floor, near the corner."

Feng Lan kept looking at the staff member while speaking, so she noticed her changing expression.

When she mentioned the blue tone, her expression changed slightly. After hearing what she said, her pupils couldn't help but shrink, and the smile on her face disappeared. She even interrupted Feng Lan and covered her mouth, "Shh."

The girl swallowed, a little panicked. Her hand covering Feng Lan was icy cold. She looked around and whispered in Feng Lan's ear, "You remembered it wrongly. This painting is not in the museum. It might have been sent by another guild for temporary exhibition... Anyway, don't think about it. It's best to forget her!"

She didn't stop there. She frowned at Feng Lan and said, "Are you in elementary or middle school? It's so late and you haven't come home yet. Your parents will be worried. Hurry!" She pushed Feng Lan's back and pushed her out of the museum. "Go back. Don't come here anymore."