Ring Game [Unlimited]

"Don't get excited! Mr. Jess!" Fu Xing panicked, because he was his partner.

You can't die.

After all, he is a man of conscience.

Fu Xing has always kept his word, no matter how difficult it is.

"Why did you touch my teacher?!"

"Why come here, why come to my house!"

"You are not guests at all!"

"You... who are you?!"

Mr. Jess approached step by step, Fu Xing and the others retreated step by step, but the hammer in Qi Zefeng's hand was always ready.

"If you let her go, we... will return your teacher to you." Fu Xing wanted to ensure Liu Xiaoqing's absolute safety.

However, Wang Jingjing took the initiative and pulled Fu Xing behind him, "Brother Fu Xing, be careful, you didn't plan to be hurt by him."

Fu Xing: Hurt your uncle, my brother, my intimacy in front of Mr. Jess is full, okay? !What are you doing?

Fu Xing raised his hand and shook off Wang Jingjing's hand, and motioned for Qi Zefeng to take a step forward with him.

They agreed to protect Liu Xiaoqing's safety.

"Mr. Jess, I advise you to put the knife away, otherwise I can't guarantee that your teacher is fine." Fu Xing threatened, Qi Zefeng cooperated and shook the hammer in his hand again.

"Mr. Fu...Are you even lying to me?" Mr. Jess stopped in his tracks.

He looked at Fu Xing and waited for an answer.

"Lying to you? Isn't it you who is always a liar?"

"To be exact, you've been cheating since we entered the castle, haven't you?"

"Mr. Jess, you have deceived others all your life, right? It's just a little bit, you have deceived yourself."

Although Fu Xing didn't understand what he said, he felt that Mr. Jess knew what he meant.

He forged world-famous paintings, sold the fake paintings, cheated money, and was later exposed.

Those IOUs are the money he sold fake paintings over the years.

Why can Fu Xing know that he still wants to thank Mr. Bill for the 200 million US dollars.

He wanted to understand, because Fu Xing's titanium dioxide paint exposed Mr. Jess's painting.

Whether it is in the Baroque period or the Rococo period, it is the eighteenth century.

At that time, titanium dioxide did not appear.

In the history of oil painting, "white" also has a separate evolution process.

From lead white at the beginning to zinc white later.

Zinc White, also known as China White, was originally used as a watercolor paint, and it is translucent.

Then there was lithopone, which had even worse coverage.But it is more transparent when mixed with other colors.

Titanium dioxide was invented in the nineteenth century.

The appearance of titanium dioxide can be said to be an important node in the history of oil paints. Its color-reducing power is five times that of zinc white.

That is to say, its covering power is stronger, and the use of pure titanium dioxide will cover a large amount of other colors, which reduces the subtle level changes of oil paintings, but it is more popular in modern paintings.

The charm of traditional oil painting lies in the superimposition of different transparent colors and the change of layers, but zinc white can just meet one point.

That's how Fu Xing judged the fake painting and the stack of IOUs.

Of course, I also want to thank Wang Jingjing for her reminder. She prevented the upgrade of the dungeon and made him realize that some things in the original dungeon will change with the behavior.

Then Fu Xing discovered this "true painting", which means that other paintings are fake.

Therefore, the "Night Watch" by Buren Long, which was bought by Mr. Bill for 200 million U.S. dollars, became a "fake painting".

So it becomes an IOU.

And that stack of IOUs was really because Fu Xing triggered the switch.

So Mr. Jess decided to commit suicide?Burned all the paintings?

Then how does the "mummy David" teacher explain it?

"Mr. Fu, I was very moved by your words yesterday, but...do you know how much it will cost me to be myself!"

With tears in his eyes, Mr. Jess spilled the stack of IOUs in front of them.

"Are you happy?! The money! What should I do?! What will I pay back!"

Liu Xiaoqing moved his lips, "Mr. Jess, you are not a money lover at all. Over the past 60 years, you have subsidized many orphanages. These are all thank you letters from them."

Mr. Jess was stunned, and stammered, "You, how do you know about... the orphanage?"

Liu Xiaoqing's source of information is thanks to the housekeeper. Today, when she was helping the housekeeper prepare lunch, the housekeeper went out of the house and took back a stack of letters from the mailbox.

Asking Liu Xiaoqing to put it on the desk in the artist's room, and she went through all these letters. These are almost thank-you letters from welfare institutions all over the world, and each amount is huge.

After all, Liu Xiaoqing is a woman, and her thoughts are more delicate. In fact, many details of this castle are not so luxurious.

Under Ms. Bai's careful care, it can only be regarded as clean and tidy. Perhaps due to the age, there are occasional cracks on the wall, but even this magnificent and exaggerated decoration cannot conceal the oldness of this ancient castle.

"Although you said that you did it for money, but you never spent the money on yourself, did you?"

Qi Zefeng: Damn...why did it flip again?There are too many things about this artist.

Neither Qi Zefeng nor Wang Jingjing had ever encountered an NPC with so many clues.

But the name of this dungeon is [Paranoid Artist], which can be regarded as a hint.

If they had paid attention to it earlier, or if they had realized earlier that the progress of the dungeon was not as important as the NPC, perhaps the dungeon would have been released long ago.

"I...I..." Mr. Jess was in a trance.

"You have been the shadow of others all your life, and gave the money you earned to others, Mr. Jess... Are you really willing to part with those paintings you burned?"

"You've been your labor of love for decades, and you're a good guy... you're just bound by something, aren't you?"

The painter slowly put down the knife, perhaps because Liu Xiaoqing said that he was tempted.

And Liu Xiaoqing was also ready to run away at any time, for some reason, Liu Xiaoqing gradually became brave without Yueyue's company.

She looked at Fu Xing and Qi Zefeng firmly, she felt very lucky to meet them.

Fu Xing took the opportunity to answer and said in the softest voice possible: "Mr. Jess, we can help you, please trust us."

And he gestured to Qi Zefeng behind him, signaling him to put away the hammer.

"Mr. Fu..."

"I'm here."

"Kang Dang——" The knife in the painter's hand dropped to the ground, his eyes were red, and he almost knelt on the ground, his emotions seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"I...I can...trust you guys...right?"