The Player's System

Chapter 284 – Fest 2

Fest 2

The internee fell speechless. He was young and fresh among staff. All of them took his reasoning as genuine excuse. The old man didn\'t care anymore about the steady smile.

The words of the young man pricked in his heart. He tried his best to hide his nervousness. According the explanation since he was hiding truth that means he was on the dark side. Things were not confusing however he was worried that the owner would not believe him.

The trusted senior staff of the script hall was involved in the rivalry of the museum. He happened to witness nonetheless he was worried that no one would believe without proof.

But this stinging words reminded him the most important thing. It was his duty as the loyal person to expose the truth. The disloyal was sitting across the table and glaring his actions.

He threatened him to not expose the truth.

Junan noted his expressions, his line of sight was fixed at the man in front. Junan tried to understand why old man was looking at the man and why the man was acting indifferent.

He might have remained thinking the real problem when he saw the old man was ready to speak.

The words of the young man gave courage to the old man, "What do you say staff representative? Which side you would say true side?" his hands started shaking.

The tea in his hand trembled. He wanted to throw it on the staff representative, he could not gather enough of strength to do so. His words and the actions of the staff representative were enough to let Junan understand what was going on. There was no doubt about the disloyal staff member.

Junan silently stood up and reached at the head of the man. He stabbed the dagger before man could run and save his life. The guards immediately came and removed the body of the dead man before anyone could see what happened.

The guards were responsible to silently remove the dead bodies of the disloyal staff.

Since the players were doing effort to destroy haunted objects the museum owner was trying to get rid rivalry. Hopefully the museum would resume its limelight after the cold slaughter.

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Orin walked in another table where the gallery hall was sitting. He was not good detective in the entire live portal and that he admitted bluntly.

However he was able to make it with the help of his team. Since all of them gave their suggestions most problems were solved with their theories. His detective profession didn\'t create much trouble to them.

But now it was individual effort. He was supposed to recognize dishonest person among the gallery staff. It made him bit worried.

There was another thing. He didn\'t possess dagger in order to kill the staff. All by chance of goodness. He was not sure however it depended his luck whether he could spot him.

The gallery staff around the table decided to paint some painting with collaboration. It was to celebrate the improvement in the present condition of the museum.

Although their impression-less painted faces no way express their mood of celebration. The funky dress colors were opposing to their expressions.

All of them had the color brush in their hands and the color palette in front of them. There was big canvas on the table.

None of them ever painted nonetheless it was challenge to add some colors in the painting. They promised that they would donate this painting to the museum if it turned out well.

This was the reason that they were attentive as well.

Orin sat on the empty chair. He gave quick shot to see their expressions. It was all same. None of them welcomed or gave attention to him. There was palette and brush in front of him to add his participation in the painting.

Orin never painted anything much less some sober piece of art. He was not interested to join art class in his school days. In his eyes painting something with the help of colors can never bring some revolution, only some retarded would praise and buy as the decoration piece of their palace houses.

But in order to distinguish disloyal staff he should participate in the painting, thinking this Orin picked the brush.

The painting was going along with the separate and collaborative panels. It said each staff member was painting his theme panel.

If the things appeared extraordinary then the painting would be considered masterpiece. One of the staff member with the painted expressions did some strokes yet stopped all of sudden.

He was interested to paint something however he disliked the idea to donate it to the museum. He was sure that museum was facing demise. Sooner or later it would be abandoned entirely. In this situation the other staff members were only wasting effort.

Orin had yet to dip brush in the color. He tried to understand what particular theme was going on in all the panels. Orin saw the staff that he put the bush in the palette. The man relaxed on the chair.

Before Orin could suspect his actions another staff member stopped painting. There was nothing that he could suspect from their actions.

Orin decided to keep strict eyes at all of them, also do the painting. The revolving theme was not much clear however Orin made some comprehensive notes to start his panel.

He was not much confident nonetheless it was part of the fest so he was willing to give it a try.

The man spoke to see that all staff members were deeply invested for the completion of the painting, "Suppose if the owner dislike this painting, where would you throw it?" From his words it was apparent that he was no more willing to complete his panel.

The staff members stopped their brushes to listen him. " I am not saying that museum would not appreciate it instead it is about the remaining time of the existence itself. I mean…." He turned his side to explain.