MTL - Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!-Chapter 118 First wolf
"It's all right."
At the moment when Willa was full of hair, Wu Jin suddenly reached out to stop his teammates: "He gave us the notebook." Wu Jin explained in a low voice: "Look what he is going to do."
The ghostly bloodstained arms were close to Wu Jin, and he could even see its dried blood clots and the rummaged white bones. The fleshy skin from below the neck is startling.
Vera's throat moved slightly, holding Wu Jin's elbow.
Wu Jin soothed softly: "It's just a four-dimensional projection."
The artist's face was clear and pale, and his figure was thin. Except for the bloodstain and the little half-rotten flesh, he has a beautiful pair of hands.
It's hard to believe that he just stabbed himself nine times with the sword in his hand and let the artist fall into a pool of blood.
These hands trembled across the page, rubbing repeatedly on the side of the note, and finally stopped in a sentence.
— "He died in the last painting."
The air in the old hall was dull, and under the burning candlelight of the Hercules hall, the ghost suddenly faded.
Wu Jin has yet to ask again, the artist's figure has quickly dissipated.
The last picture.
Wu Jin flipped through the pages and finally saw the title.
"Time Saves the Truth from Lies and Jealousy" Lemoine, 1737.
Wu Jin snapped the notebook shut.
New clues.
The young man finally glanced at the direction in which the painter disappeared, and looked through the vast dome of the dome, finally shoved the notebook into the combat suit, and walked quickly to the door.
Vera followed, "Where are we going?"
Wu Jin took a deep breath: "Go to the reference room. Find where the last painting of Francois Lemoine was in his life."
The Palace of Versailles has the richest collection of historical materials in France. As the chief painter of Louis XV, Le Movana's life stories and paintings must be recorded. However, as soon as they stepped out of Hercules Hall, Vera suddenly felt it, and looked down at the card.
The face was slightly warm.
"The face has changed!" Wei pull said quickly.
The zenith painting originally drawn on the card faded into a line of lightly written flower signatures.
Francois Lemoine.
Willa sank: "Only this card changed, or did all cards change ..."
Wu Jin's expression was not optimistic: "The first time a copy reminder appears, all cards change at the same time. Most likely, once a group of players advance the copy process, all players will benefit from the clue."
Willa said in surprise: "It's not fair!"
Wu Jin shook her head and stopped discussing. With cards, all players benefit from the clues at the same time-these minor rule changes are designed to reduce the "information inequality" gap between players.
I no longer have the advantage as easily as in the previous rounds of knockout.
For most Crossen players, this is "fair".
"Be fast." Wu Jin could almost imagine that all the players were rushing towards the data room quickly.
After the artist's taboo surfaced, the clue advantage of the two in the copy was only a notebook in Wu Jin's arms.
The steps were hurried in the hallway, and the two walked across the dark red velvet blanket corridor and kept their voices down.
"I'm thinking, what are the conditions for the victory of the copy." Wu Jin whispered, "The first clue," Hercules Ascension Map ", is to draw Le Mowana, the court artist. Directing players to pay attention to the 'last picture' of the death of the artist. The third clue by analogy— "
"The whole copy, the biggest is probably to let the players find out the true cause of Lemuine's death."
Vera pursed her lips: "Nine knives, each one of them is the key. Is it possible to kill him?"
"Looking from the wound on the ghost alone, unlike homicide--" Wu Jin suddenly paused, looking forward.
The door to the reference room was right in front of them, but someone stepped in first.
Also looking for artist information Wei Yan.
Willa's eyelids jumped.
"Not in a hurry." Wu Jin quickly pulled Willa. I waited another three or two minutes at the door before mixing into another group of trainees and slowly walking into the data room: "Wei Yan's group ... we try to avoid head-on conflicts."
A woody fragrance with a touch of leather floats between the shelves. This reference room was the collection room of the French royal family centuries ago. The huge wooden shelves touched the zenith, and books and historical materials were piled up in different categories.
Many players have gathered in the data room, and the bookshelves are redundant.
Wu Jin glanced a little, and in the eyes of everyone's inquiry, took Willa to the court music materials gathered by the players.
It was just two columns away from Wei Yan.
The moment the two were well kept, the materials were outside, and there was a sudden sound of piano on the other end of the corridor.
The players who were still checking the score were shocked and threw down the books and ran out. Suddenly there were only two Wu Jinweila in a row.
"Song of the Great Scripture, thanksgiving." The sound of the piano is exactly the same as the ghost played under the jump yesterday. Wu Jin listened carefully for a while.
Willa was dumbfounded for a moment: "You ... can you hear me?"
Wu Jin quickly explained that the instructor had mentioned it slightly in the previous music course. This is an orchestral piece, which has been adapted into a piano song in a copy.
"The little witch listens really well," Willa said without any compliment to Aidou: "And memory, this is talent."
Wu Jin quickly shook her head and shook her head, slightly red behind her ears. His hearing has always been very good, especially in the dark environment, there seems to be something neglected in the depths of his memory, but it is quickly forgotten by Wu Jin.
Willa smiled and looked at her teammate's little round face, anxious to get started.
On the other side of the bookshelf, Wei Yan, who was still searching for information with no expression, caught the two by accident. Wu Jin calmly rummaged in the score, slender fingertips penetrated into the pages of the book, and there was a sound.
Wei Yan finally turned around.
Behind the bookshelf.
Wait for Wei Yan to leave first. Wu Jin said silently.
Willa nodded.
The bookshelf space was mottled. Wu Jin was so impressed that he didn't look at Wei Yan at all, wearing the perfect "piano card copy participant" disguise. Wei Yan seems to be hovering in the list of "Rococo Oil Painting" for a long time. In order to ease the anxiety, Wu Jin forced herself to skip the comedy ballet and melody, and finally found the big verse song.
He carefully pressed the spine of the book and pulled the score out of the gap.
The cover of the score is dark and dusty, apparently untouched. The piano music outside the corridor was melodious and gentle, and at the moment when the score was opened, Wu Jin's heartbeat finally calmed down.
He handed the score to Willa: "The score they are looking for," Thanksgiving ", composer Jean-Baptiste Lully."
Vera looked at it, and it took a long time to piece together the melody from the line score, which was indistinguishable from the piano sound in the corridor.
The young girl looked at Wu Jin with respect.
"Lü Li, chief composer of the court of Louis XIV," Wu Jin explained.
Thanksgiving praises the gods, but praises the great achievements of the Sun King. This composer's status in Versailles's century is unmatched, and he devoted his life to the sun king Louis XIV. Lu Li's style is ever-changing-the lineage is magnificent and magnificent, like "the space between words" is shrouded in sunlight.
— "Where there is the sun, there is meaning in my existence."
Wu Jin looked at a sentence in Lu Li's self-report.
Willa sighed: "They haven't found this book yet."
Wu Jin: "It's harder to find a music score than to find an oil painting."
Willa raised an eyebrow: "It's not difficult for you ..." The girl sighed regretfully: "If only we had got a piano card at the time.
Wu Jin quickly comforted: "Maybe it can still be used ..."
Between the two of them talking, Wei Yan outside a few bookshelves finally stopped and repeatedly looked at a page in the book.
Wu Jin Wei La Qi Qi meal.
He found a clue. Willa frowned and made an exit type silently.
A few seconds later, the card surface really got hot again, and both of them bowed their heads at the same time-similar to what happened in Hercules Hall. After Wei Yan found a new clue, all the cards were changed again. From the artist's name, Le Mowana, to a scribbled narrative.
"Remains farewell ceremony, Royal Chapel. 1737."
"Royal Chapel-" Willa whispered, "Would you like to go first?"
"Wait for Wei Yan to go," Wu Jin whispered. They are not without chips.
The third clue is in Wei Yan's hands, but the notebook is in Wu Jin's. There must be some important props in the Royal Chapel, but only they and Vera know that before reaching the customs clearance, the player still needs to find the last painting of Le Moigna's life.
Outside a few bookshelves, Wei Yan finally moved and the footsteps disappeared into the distance.
Wu Jin felt strangely listening to the distant footsteps, and reason and logic forced herself back again.
Wu Jin estimated that the S-class trainee and his teammates had left, reached out and took out two music scores, trying to find out from the gap between the books.
At this time, the sky outside Versailles was dark, and the lighting was provided by candlelight. Wu Jin's vision has not recovered, and it still takes a few seconds to adjust to the shadow cast by the bookcase when she lowers her head.
The boy squinted slightly.
He clearly remembers that the bibliography after these two scores has been taken away by the contestant, and he should be able to see the light on the other side of the bookshelf. Wu Jin rubbed her eyes, and the shadows in the gap between the spine of the book were heavier.
There seems to be something in front of me-
The shadow moved suddenly.
Wu Jin's pupils shrank, and she almost threw the score to the ground. Through the gap between the bookshelf and the spine, he actually met Wei Yan's eyes without emotion.
Wu Jin shook her hand, smiled at Wei Yan subconsciously, and lowered her head to watch the score.
Wei Yan didn't know how long he had stood behind the bookshelf, silent, even more like the ghost in the Palace of Versailles than Le Movana.
Vera was taken aback too, and immediately stepped forward to block Wei Yan's sight.
It took about tens of seconds for Wei Yan to finally leave with his teammates.
"He found us?" Willa asked frowning.
Wu Jin took a deep breath: "Nothing, at best guard us-try to avoid Wei Yan and go to the Royal Chapel."
Wu Jin's mind flashed past the previous rounds of knockout games. The second game was won by herself using the rules, and the third game simply ended with Wei Yan on the Tarot altar. Wu Jin suddenly thought of Wei Yan's phrase-"Fight next time."
After Wei Yan left, the two quickly touched the opposite side of the bookshelf.
The other side of the bookshelf was rather messy, and Wei Yan had taken away the books with important clues. Wu Jin rummaged through a few more, and before leaving, suddenly pulled the notebook that the ghost had sent to the two of them out of the combat suit, carefully pressed into the pages of a heavy ancient book.
"Just in case," Wu Jin explained.
The chief court painter, the last painting of Le Movana's life, and the Royal Chapel with a farewell body. Clues are constantly coming out, it seems that there is only a slight distance from putting together the whole story-between himself and Wei Yan, there must be a group that will start the decisive battle first.
Before that, he wants to keep the chips safe.
Versailles air stagnation at night.
When leaving the library, the number of survivors on their two watches had dropped from 349 to 342. More players still choose to save their strength and avoid transition loss before the final battle.
"Just eliminated 7 people." Willa raised her eyebrows.
Wu Jin nodded: "The customs clearance reward and failure penalty for the copy have not yet appeared. From the current point of view, the green card has a 1/3 chance of winning and the blue card 1/7. The program group will not eliminate all losers in one copy. There is no reason to do it. "
Willa smiled slightly: "There is also a way to win, as long as all players in the same copy are forcibly eliminated-I mean the burst of the rescue capsule, he must be the copy winner."
Wu Jin thought about it, the Crossson show didn't seem to have a player of this style--
Willa snapped her fingers: "Hyacinth show is there."
Wu Jin opened her eyes wide, "She--"
Willa: "She's Lan."
An hour later, the bell rang.
The Royal Chapel is to the west of Hercules Hall. The two repeatedly confirmed that Wei Yan had left the chapel before entering the dark.
This chapel was honored during the reign of Louis XIV, and was used for other purposes after Louis XV. The walls are full of characters, from kings and princes to noble knights, courtiers, and distinguished contributors to the Palace of Versailles.
The chapel was dark and rosin filled. Wu Jin had to mention an oil lamp and follow Willa to draw a picture. Candlelight casts a color cast on the faces in the oil painting, and the pair of pupils with pigment highlights looks like two people staring at the lantern.
Willa had excellent eyesight and soon called Wu Jin.
A frame about half a person tall was nailed to the wall opposite Vera.
Royal Chief Artist. Lemoine (1688-1737).
Wu Jin raised a thumb to Vera and studied the portrait by low light. The man in the picture is about thirty years old, somber and melancholy, wearing a simple robe.
"He ... wasn't happy." Vera looked at it for a long time and said.
Vera didn't find a reason for a long time, she simply retracted her gaze and looked around. Jomo was too dark in the room, and the faint light hit the strange forest-lined portraits. It seemed that everyone's face was covered with a blue.
The wide and long seats are densely packed, and the crowded people are out of breath. It seems that the farewell of the body happened just a few days ago.
Willa stunned, faintly seeing countless faces sitting in rows of seats. Either silent or sad, crying silently, or laughing wildly.
Willa suddenly sneezed.
Seeing that Wu Jin was about to take off her combat jacket to her, Willa quickly shook her hand: "It's a bit cold here."
Wu Jin nodded and continued groping on the side of the frame: "The temperature is really different from the outside."
Willa hesitated: "I mean ... it's like there are ghosts floating around, more than one, many. I seem to be able to see."
Wu Jin's meal.
He looked down at Vera's eyes, and even the seat was blurred in the dark vision.
"You can see that they are all here." Wu Jin said in Vera's stunned eyes: "In the ghost incident of the Triannong Palace, the ghost of Versailles existed a century ago. The two female teachers were psychics If this game completely replicates the year-"
Willa covered the goosebumps without a trace and moved to Wu Jin.
"The ghost is a 4D projection and shuttles between the players." Wu Jin analyzed in an extremely scientific tone: "The appearance and control of the ghost is determined by a parameter--"
"Projection transparency."
Willa pauses.
"Conic cells are difficult to perceive in four-dimensional projections in extremely bright and dark places, especially after the ghost transparency is deliberately lowered. By the daytime piano, and now in the chapel, only you can see it-or them. "
"In this game, the" psychic "is easy to explain." Wu Jin spread his hand: "The trainee with better vision."
Vera: "..."
Wu Jin comforted: "This is talent."
Willa nodded, and the girl's shoulders finally relaxed, quietly holding the lamp for Wu Jin.
At this moment, Wu Jin's eyes flickered slightly, and her fingers accurately touched the slightly depressed organ somewhere in the frame—
Willa quickly illuminates Wu Jin.
Wu Jin stooped down and studied for a long time. He curled up the broken hair that blocked his vision, his eyes narrowed and his fingers fast.
A click.
Uncomplicated organs responded.
The candlelight cast a warm halo on the boy's half of the cheek, and the straight bridge of his nose and light lips fell into the shadows of the contours.
"Alright." Wu Jin stood on one knee in front of the frame.
Willa covered her cheeks and nodded consciously.
The two pushed together to open the frame, and immediately exposed the dark channel on the wall.
Wu Jin took the light: "I'll go and see."
Willa immediately patted her breast and said that she would guard the exit for Wu Jin.
Two suspended cameras immediately followed Wu Jin into the undercover channel.
Crossson Show Live Room.
After a close-up of the little witch player for two full minutes, the barrage was indeed warm.
"Serious children are so handsome !! Children playing toys in kindergarten are so handsome !!!"
"Don't go any further! Run Duck-you have-"
Ying Xiangxiang smiled and made a "hush" gesture and looked back at the blood pigeon: "In this round, how did our Wei Yan players perform."
The blood pigeon nodded: "Yes." Then added and emphasized: "Very good. Wei players have made great progress compared with the last few games-especially the second elimination round. This is what I hope to see. Humanoid weapons that use their strengths, or even the strengths of others. "
The camera turns.
Outside the Royal Chapel of Versailles, Wei Yan silently looked at the door where Wu Jin and Vera were, and disappeared from the camera the next moment.
Inside the chapel.
The dark path behind the frame is extremely shallow, Wu Jin sees the end in less than two meters.
Wu Jin's vision has not been fully restored. She can only see the dark wall at the bottom of the secret road through the light. There is a picture frame hanging on the wall, but the canvas is blank.
In other words, it is like waiting for the player to fill the frame.
Squeaked under his feet.
Wu Jin seemed to kick something. He squatted down and reached out to touch the small box fixed to the bottom of the frame.
password box.
Wu Jin opened her eyes in surprise.
Password locks rarely existed in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, or were very easy to crack at the time. But the lock box under the picture frame is supernatural. The show group seems to have perfectly melted a "can't be violently opened" lockbox with modern material precision and medieval techniques.
The password is eight letters.
Wu Jin finally gave a glance, exited the undercover, and entered for Willa. The girl simply nodded, and Wu Jin raised her eyes suddenly after receiving the candlelight.
Vera asked, looking up.
Wu Jin motioned to Vera to stop, squinting and listening carefully. The chapel is as quiet as ever.
A few minutes later, Vera exited from the secret road.
"To find a picture and an 8-letter password," Wu Jin whispered. "The hint of the painting is in the notebook-the last painting of Le Movana's life," Time saves the truth from lies and envy " . The password hint should be from Wei Yan. "
Willa nodded and said suddenly: "170x140 cm, the inner diameter of the frame is long. The picture we are looking for is only this size."
Wu Jin looked at Vera in surprise.
The female player smiled. Willa is a veteran trainee of the Azure People's Entertainment. She has more sophisticated experience and detail capture than Wu Jin.
They no longer delayed, and went straight to the door of the chapel. Wu Jin's condensed analysis: "The painter stabbed himself 9 times before death. The clue of the lockbox is nothing more than obsession, truth, cause of death. I prefer the cause of death--"
Wu Jin reached out and pushed to open the door of the chapel.
He heard extremely tiny sounds outside the door, as if the cloth was rubbing, as if metal was slowly passing through the cold air.
The back was slightly cold, and intuition was violently warning, but reason was separated from intuition.
Wu Jin knew that his hearing was good, but he was far from so good.
Behind a door, in the case of the other party's deliberate concealment, it is impossible for him to catch such small details, and it is not to transform people's hearing—
My mind suddenly flashed a few hours ago in the library bookshelf.
It was also the time when auditory intuition preceded reason to make the closest judgment to the truth.
It's like after the fourth round of the knockout round, before the fifth round of the knockout round, just going to the floating city, the hearing has undergone a very unscientific qualitative change under stress-
Wu Jin no longer hesitated, turning to signal that Willa was ready for battle.
Unconsciously, Willa stunned and pulled out her sword.
Wu Jin held the hilt of her sword at the same time. The two's weapons also came from the huge amount of armor in the Palace of Versailles. Even without the good equipment of the ghost warrior, they were enough to deal with the attack from the players.
Wu Jin kicked the door open.
Wei Yan's Jianguang split his face!
During the live broadcast of the Crossen Show, the barrage of bullets exploded.
— "Little witch! Oh, don't abuse our little witch! — Wait, sleep, 6666!"
— "White Rose mighty! This ambush can be found! Wei player, can you do it?" Hyacinth show shouted loyal audience.
The camera has just shifted from Wei Yan to Wu Jin, just skipping the scene where Wu Jin made a lip to Willa.
On the stage, even the blood pigeons were stunned, wondering: "The most standard ambush to open the door, standing, light, and shadow are all calculated. How did they find out?"
Ying Xiangxiang said with emotion, the same as the audience speculated: "Hyacinth white roses are not inferior to our Wei Yan experience."
Royal Chapel corridor.
Suddenly the long sword slashed from top to bottom, with the force of carrying through the arm, Wu Jin rolled to the left to avoid it, followed by Willa holding the sword to meet.
Wei Yan was clearly surprised by Wu Jin's response, but the sword tip always pointed at Wu Jin. And his teammate, the little girl in the hyacinth show, is trying to distract Willa.
The two stood opposite each other precisely, Wu Jin reacted to Wei Yan's layout almost instantly.
Wei Yan and his teammates rated one S, one c, Wu Jin and Willa double A. Wei Yan was able to guarantee that he would retreat from his whole body, but he was not completely sure that he would hold Wu Jin under the interference of Willa. What Wei Yan needed was a sharp and ambush.
The trap at the door of the chapel was to stop Wu Jin before Willa reacted.
He allowed Wu Jin to see the lockbox clues because he wanted not only the note in Wu Jin's hands, but also Wu Jin's judgment on the copy. He wanted to rush Jian Feng to Wu Jin's neck and use "elimination out" to force Wu Jin to spit out completely, and win the first copy.
Wei Yan apparently did not expect the ambush to fail.
Wu Jin's wrist was buzzed and shivered by the sword of this humanoid weapon. He quickly gritted his teeth and climbed up to relieve Willa from the siege.
According to the gangsters-Wu Jin's experience is inferior to others, her strength is not comparable to others, and her dexterity is not comparable to her. With two weeks of uninterrupted training, Wu Jin could not counterattack Wei Yan, but cooperated well with Willa, and the defense was extremely stable.
In contrast, Wei Yan's teammates had a lot of work, and soon became the opposite weakness.
Seeing Wei Yan pick another sword to Wu Jin, Willa did not hesitate to stab at the little girl who was weak-
The long sword buzzed.
Wei Yan kicked Willa backhand and guarded her. As soon as the little girl stayed, her face flushed and looked at Wei Yan.
Wei Yan ambush missed, no longer entangled. Finally glanced at Wu Jin, Li Luo took his teammates away.
Behind him, Willa slowly released the hilt.
Palm to the inside of the wrist was a crimson.
Wu Jin's heart frowned, and she was going to find her trauma medicine immediately. Willa looked at her hand and laughed for a long time: "This is more fun than bullying Ning Fengbei."
"..." Wu Jin froze, but saw Willa make a fist in front of Wei Yan's back: "Someday, I will yell at him wow."
Wu Jin could not imagine the circumstances under which Wei Yan would bark, but was convinced that Wei Yan was already walking towards important clues at this time.
"The progress of all copies has accelerated." Wu Jin said, "We followed Wei Yan."
At two o'clock in the evening at Versailles, the shadows of the promenade were treacherous, and Wei Yan did not cover his whereabouts. Wu Jin explained briefly: "He lacks notebook clues. Plus ambush fails. The most labor-saving way is to wait for us to come to him."
Vera stunned: "He's waiting for us to pass ... He's waiting for a backhand to start a group."
In view, Wei Yan finally disappeared into a small silver door.
The candlelight shone into the rusted house number, and the orange halo licked the handwriting.
—— "Exhibition Studio VII"
"He's looking for a picture!" Willa responded instantly, clenching her sword: "Let's follow up?"
Wu Jin fixedly looked at the handwriting for a few seconds before finally nodding: "Okay."
Wu Jin clearly remembers that this showroom was locked a few hours ago.
"Wait for a quarter of an hour. I go back to the library and get my notebook."
The locked door is open, and the unknown scene is open. From the layout of the handwriting, the battle for the copy competition is likely to be in the showroom.
He needs to bring chips.
"Customs clearance conditions. Oil paintings and passwords are indispensable. Wei Yan has password clues, we have oil clues. Unfortunately, passwords cannot be brute-forced, but Wei Yan can violently enumerate the entire Versailles paintings that fit the frame. "
"We can only get the password from Wei Yan."
"The best form for us is--"
"Swap for chips."
A quarter of an hour later, Wu Jin, holding her notebook, ran quickly in the hallway of the Versailles wing. It seems that day and night, all copies are advancing to the end, and the steps in the corridor are noisy.
Occasionally you can meet roaming piano replica players.
Lin Ke saw Wu Jin again, with a happy expression: "Hey Wu brother, don't you listen to music?"
"Our copy ghost is almost! Hey! This round of missions is for us to find 200 listeners for him, and we will not play the piano if people are different! Hey witch gives me face! It ’s a palace concert, younger brother I There's nothing else I can do— "
"The password box is hidden in the piano mechanical box. I tried everything! Only when the ghost plays the piano, the password box will take the lead. When he gets angry, he plays the wrong password box and sinks it back. What are you talking about! Where do I go? Find him 200 people ?! "
"Oh witch brother, don't you run, where are you witch brother? In that direction? The noise in that room was so loud just now that we lifted the ghostly vibe of our piano--"
Wu Jin said: "Noise?"
Lin Ke nodded: "Yeah, rumbling, driving like a train. I don't know who's inside."
Wu Jin's thoughts turned, and the painting studio put oil painting.jpg, but not oil painting.avi. Where did the noise come from? He patted Lin Ke on the shoulder: "Thanks to my big brother, I'll ask Wei Yan to come over and listen to the piano."
Then he quickly reconciled with Willa and disappeared into the small silver door.
The moment they entered the door, the two made a defensive posture together, and then looked at them suddenly.
Inside the door is a curvy, lengthy gallery, empty of people.
Wei Yan is not there, neither is his teammate.
The air was drowsy and dull, and the surroundings were so suffocating that it seemed that even a needle could be heard. There was no such thing as "noise" from Lin Ke.
Under bleak light.
There was a scarlet carpet on the floor. Numerous painting frames with different contents are displayed on the white walls, and the dim candle lights reflect the various spirits and ghosts in the canvas. There are demons lying in the pool of blood licking their internal organs, Prometheus holding a tinder, gentle naked goddesses, and Poseidon driving a chariot in the sea.
"Find the painting first," Wu Jin said softly.
A quarter of an hour ago, Wei Yan disappeared into this maze-like gallery and never appeared again.
The two controlled their steps lightly and went up into the corridor with the lantern. The candlelight dimmed further and further, until Vera suddenly stopped.
"Fingerprints." Willa brought the light close to one place. "Strong, there's been fighting here--"
Wu Jin worked very hard to see the handprints that Vera said, and she was stuck next to a pair of gold-framed frames, and even the original standard 90-degree mounting corner copper sheet was bent because of too much strength.
He frowned slightly. With Wei Yan's fighting ability, few people could force him to be so embarrassed. Unless the big guy ...
Wu Jin shook her head. The big brother has not appeared so far, and the long-term promotion of the top ten strokes has been negative and diffuse, so as not to hide here to bully Wei Yan.
Judging from the handprints, it doesn't even seem like Wei Yan was in a hurry to remove the frame as a weapon. Oil painting is about one square meter in size. If you want to hold it steady, you should pull the frame instead of the corners.
Willa is still studying the fingerprints: "Weighing around 55 kilograms, it is Wei Yan who is not bad. This trace does not show how the force is exerted. It seems that Wei Yan was thrown to the wall by himself-
Wu Jin held the lamp and looked at the oil painting inside the metal frame.
The picture is gloomy and dark. Under the cloud-covered sky is a shadowy town, where people flee and frighten their faces. Above the town--
A silent giant stood.
A small line was written at the bottom: 1812
The style of painting is closer to the "modern oil painting" known to Wu Jin than Le Mowana. It does not emphasize fine brushwork, and the shadows are dense and dense.
Willa got up and measured the painting: "What does it mean? Black Death?"
Wu Jin shook her head: "Not necessarily. This picture is after Le Movana. It is inferred from time that not only the Bourbon royal collection, but also the Jacobin, and later Napoleon--" Jin squinted again: "No picture name, no signature."
It seems that the entire gallery's oil paintings do not indicate their origin.
While Wu Jin was thinking, Willa suddenly said: "Giant, giant is moving!"
Wu Jin was startled and looked up quickly. In the oil painting, the giant who was still standing seemed to be awakened, turning slowly and strangely, revealing hollow eyes.
"Be careful! On the wall--" Vera's second half was covered by roar. As the giant turned, the entire wall began to shake, the wall suddenly flipped, and even the corridor covered with red carpets began to tilt. The floor and wall forming a right angle formed a huge funnel within a few seconds. Dumped behind the wall.
Wu Jin's heartbeat was rapid, and she subconsciously held Willa, who was about to fall. Her left hand tried to reach the corner of the frame, but she deviated slightly.
Scattered clues are finally linked.
——The wall rubs against the slide and makes a roaring noise from the train.
— Handprints on empty galleries and corner-coated copper plates.
A quarter of an hour ago, Wei Yan was also here, and reacted the same as Wu Jin's instinct. He held the frame, and eventually fell into the unknown abyss.
The two fell together in a state of weightlessness, and Wu Jin did not hesitate to sink her weight to protect Vera. Immediately after the spine was squeezed by huge force-
"Wu Jin!" Willa started in panic.
Wu Jin took a breath, and climbed for a long time: "It's okay, there are cushions. Here is ..."
The vision was dark.
Immediately afterwards, a light lit up, projecting a line of small characters in the void.
The Giant, Francisco Goya (Spain). 1808.
The surrounding scene gradually appeared in the light, the sloping hillside stones, the ghosts of the panicking characters-the same 4D projection, they spoke the language Wu Jin did not understand, with the iconic weakened consonants and tremolos. Someone is running away from the giant, and somebody is walking towards the giant.
"It's Spanish." Wu Jin said quickly. "1808 is the year, the most brilliant period of Napoleon's reign. This painting is Napoleon's collection at Versailles. confrontation--"
"The giant is Napoleon."
The prompt writing was scattered, and the ceiling light finally illuminated the field of vision.
Here is a copy set with no margins.
The town shrouded in despair, the giant was close at hand, he was naked, and he could cover four or five Wujin with bare feet.
The giant slowly moved forward.
"Run!" Wu Jin took Willa back to the hillside to avoid, but Leng Bingding heard footsteps attacking the two of them.
Behind was a large-scale attack on the giant's feet.
In front of--
Crossen showed Wei Yan, a humanoid weapon, raised a gaping knife, and stood in front of the two without expressions.
The author has something to say: Francisco Goya (March 30, 1746-April 15, 1828) Spanish Romantic School painter
