The latter just shrugged, as if he didn't care.

Behind this cubicle, there is a heater on the wall further inside.

The stove is filled with firewood, and it looks like it can be used at any time as long as the fire is lit.

It's just that there is heating in the room, so it seems that there is no chance to use this heater.

"Welcome everyone."

A sudden electronic sound filled the room.

It looked like it was being broadcast throughout the hotel.

"Who, who?"

Several people suddenly looked around in a panic.

However, apart from them, no one else was seen.

"I'm here, here."

Although the voice could be heard, no one could be seen, but since the person was talking on the radio, he might be somewhere inside the broadcast room.

"I'm here, please raise your head and take a look."

Everyone looked up to the balcony on the second floor.

The balcony extends toward the interior, and a huge portrait of a brown-haired foreigner hangs on the wall.

Although the painting is a portrait, the person in the painting is an inconspicuous young man wearing very rustic clothes.

This young man is staring diagonally ahead with blank eyes——

"Yes, that's right!" His mouth moved.

"ah!"

May Yujie was the first to scream in fright.

The young man in the painting actually spoke!

"Kiri, sister Kirigiri! Look! Look! The painting is moving!"

She hurriedly pulled Kirigiri's clothes and said.

"Haha, you're so brave as to be a detective." Zetian couldn't help but laugh, and was given a sharp look in return.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the portrait, and the young man in the painting spoke again.

"Hello, I am Norman, a murderer who died almost half a century ago."

Murderer——?

Why is there a portrait of such a person hanging upstairs in the cafeteria?

Speaking of which, why can paintings talk?

Is she dreaming?

The girl was panicking inside.

"This is not a portrait, it is an LCD screen. Judging from its size, it is probably worth about 100,000 yuan."

I don't know when Nanamura was already on the balcony, standing next to the portrait and looking at it. The speed of his actions was really amazing.

Measuring the value of something as quickly as possible to obtain the most useful information is the most powerful ability of Nanucun, a double-zero leveler.

"It turns out that there is a picture frame outside the LCD screen. I thought it was some kind of monster that dared to scare your grandpa." Zetian sneered arrogantly.

"I don't quite understand...what's going on?" Mizhou tilted her head and said.

"It means that the portrait displayed on the LCD screen is talking. It should be an animation effect, and the mouth of the portrait will move with the voice." Chaxia explained.

"I don't quite understand, but it looks so scary!" Mizhou took a few steps back timidly.

"Don't be so afraid. After all, I died half a century ago and now I only exist in paintings. Having said that, the time has come. The much-anticipated auction is about to begin. Are you ready?

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"No, no, no, wait, wait, wait. You've kept us waiting for so long, how could it be that now you just listen to me and hold an auction right away? By the way, who are you?" Toriya Oya

I couldn't help but get angry.

"Then let me introduce you."
Chapter completed!