MTL - Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!-Chapter 120 Vote

The moment the copy scene opened, Wu Jin was relieved.

Behind the canvas of "Rescue the Truth", unexpectedly there is no plot, no fighting, only a light projection in the dark.

It's like playing a long and boring movie with only one long shot at the end.

It was the court painter who painted the last painting on canvas in 1737, Le Moigna.

He has the same white curly hair as the ghost of Hercules Hall and wears a simple robe. Many artboards were placed in his studio, but all were covered with black cloth. He painted in a small room that wasn't very bright, grim and cold.

He turned to Wu Jin and described the lies and jealousy that were knocked to the ground with disgust.

Willa whispered: "Let ’s look at it this way ... can we see the picture before he committed suicide? Or a sudden homicide?"

Wu Jin shook his head: "The entire gallery has only a maximum of 20 minutes of copies. Not enough for him to finish the painting."

"But there must be a key clue."

The two approached Le Movana's projection, and the artist didn't notice it.

This is just a movie, Wu Jin thought, and even at this moment, for Lemoine in 1737, he and Vera were the ghosts who broke into the studio.

After walking to the front of the artist, Wu Jin gave a meal. Lemoine's eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for a long time.

The artist rubbed the tip of the pen and took it in the palette. He seemed to be framing with anger-when he wrote the pen, he was rationally controlled and filled in peacefully.

One stroke, the second stroke. Wu Jin at this time fully believed in the investigation of Le Movana's death, and he had an extremely divided mental state.

The artist put down his oil paintbrush and began to outline the goddess of truth with a graphite-like strip. The goddess leaned on her cheek, and the artist was gentle and gentle when she wrote the pen. A few paintings showed the face shape and facial features.

"He is sad ..." Wu Jin said, "The clue is the goddess of truth? ..."

Willa suddenly took a sigh of cold air and grabbed Wu Jin's sleeve: "Look, look at his draft!"

Wu Jin looked at the blind man for a long time, only to feel that she had known each other. Willa could not help but remind her: "The painting in the corridor, the dead lady on the spiritual bed."

"That was his dead wife."

Le Mowana drew the line draft again, erased it, redrawn it, and erased it again. So many times, even Wu Jin kept that face in his head—

My mind was rising, and countless clues appeared.

"He has been schizophrenic since a year ago, unable to fight depression and paranoia."

"The size is right, it is 170X140 ... Although it is not the pair we are looking for, the mounting time is 1736."

Lemoine died in 1737, and his dead wife died in 1736.

He painted the goddess of truth as the face of his dead wife, fantasizing his wife's death into a "lie", delused that he was a warrior who reversed time, knocked down the lie with a sickle, and brought his lover back from death—

"He cut 9 times with his sword on his throat and chest. He died in the last painting, the most outstanding one."

The copy was dim, the artist disappeared into view, and the exit opened suddenly.

Wu Jin and Willa look at each other at the same time--

"Go grab a picture!"

Wu Jin nodded quickly, slowing down the moment he went out.

A trainee who was still looking for painting passed by with a bad head, Willa immediately pulled Wu Jin: "Don't be discouraged! Let's look for ducks, there must be ducks!"

Wu Jin: "..."

Trainees leave with confidence.

Around three turns, the "noble lady on the hammock" finally appeared.

Height 170X140, the small line on the right represents the mounting time: 1736.

"What are you thinking?" Willa turned her head.

Wu Jin whispered, "I'm thinking, what's this lady's name."

The two pushed away the wall behind the canvas, the corridor overturned again, and walked out of the copy a few minutes later.

Vera's eyes were reddish: "It's too depressing. Lemoine was facing it like this ... her body was painted for three days? Don't eat or drink?"

Wu Jin patted her on the shoulder.

Willa reminded: "Also, the password hasn't been found--"

Wu Jin led her to the portrait of the young girl, which was painted by the lady when she was young, Lemuine: "Try again."

Light and shadow mottled handover.

The girl was sitting next to the flowerbed, smiling even when her fiance took her picture. The young Lemoine was so anxious that he couldn't help shouting the girl: "Stiémart ..."

For the first time, the painting name did not appear in the copy.

But flashed in the copy.

"Stiémart" by Francois Lemoine. 1712.

Wu Jin: "Her name is Stiémart."

Vera eyes widened three times: "... 8 letters."

Wu Jin nodded.

The door of the display studio finally opened.

Wu Jin was holding the oil painting, and Willa followed him with a long knife in a stance.

It was almost 7 o'clock at the Palace of Versailles covered by the morning light, most of the players hung two dark circles, and did not sleep for a night to crack the copy.

Willa suddenly swears: "The card has changed again! Notify the player to return to the Royal Chapel-"

Wu Jin's eyes were sharp. If Wei Yan is still a copy, they still have enough time-

Willa exclaimed: "Wei Yan, they are out!"

Wu Jin suddenly looked at Wei Yan.

This humanoid weapon was no accident Wu Wu's first cracked copy. He nodded to Wu Jin, like saying good morning on a Sunday in the Crosson show bedroom, and then led away with his teammates.

Willa glanced at him: "He won't grab the painting?"

"..." Wu Jin looked at Wei Yan's back, and said hardly: "He went directly to the chapel. He was waiting for us to pass, and then cut off ..."

Willa put her foot on the armrest: "I% @ # ……"

At the other end of the corridor, the red rose Ning Fengbei passed by a weak and weak Bo Chuanhuo, watching Willa grin.

Willa straightened her back for a second, her eyes cold and majestic. Glancing at the thin pass and looking at Wu Jin again, his eyes were satisfied.

Ning Fengbei gradually froze and snorted at Bo Chuanhuo.

"???" Bo Chuanhuo forced: "Aunt Grandma, where did I offend you?"

When the two disappeared, Wu Jin lowered the frame and lowered her head to think: "Wei Yan needs at least two A-level trainees to stop him. If we both go up, he will definitely let his teammates come up to grab the painting. If only one, Wei Yan will directly Come here to grab the paintings. If you do n’t get one, you will be caught by Wei Yan ... ”

At this moment, Caesar swaying in the corridor came out with his eyes light.

"Witch! No, listen to music. We have a silly ghost here to play the piano. We have to find 200 listeners--"

Willa Fuer: "You haven't found anyone yet?"

Caesar patted his thigh: "No! Who is that ghost idiot! Then, the password box is stuck in the piano mechanical box, and he has to play the piano to take the lead."

Wu Jin straightened her waist sharply.

Willa looked at him blankly.

Wu Jin said one word at a time: "The password box is placed in the piano case, and the striker falls in a fixed order, which is the" first password "that makes the password box float."

Although Caesar did not understand, he nodded habitually.

Wu Jin explained patiently: "As long as you can play the ghost's song, anyone can get the lockbox."

Caesar pondered for a long time: "If I can play the piano, what am I doing as a trainee!"

Wu Jin handed the frame to Willa, and the three crossed the corridor. Many people were surrounded by the stool. With the curtains blocking the harsh sunlight, Wu Jin finally saw the ghost floating on the grand piano.

A middle-aged court musician in a Chinese suit is proud and noble, with a completely different temperament from Le Movana.

The composer of Thanksgiving, Chief Musician of the Sun King, Jean-Baptiste Lully.

Wu Jin slumped on the stool.

The crowd froze and looked at Wu Jin stupidly. The ghost stayed for a few seconds, and then rushed to Wu Jin with anger, his mouth opened and closed silently.

My piano stool.

You walk away, walk away! Go away!

Wu Jin let Lu Li's projections wear around him.

The last sheet of music I read in the library--

The slender fingers skipped over the keys, and the sound of the piano, like the ghost, poured out.

The Baiyueguang trainee sat elegantly on the piano stool, and Chenguang coated the curls with platinum, and her little face was unfathomable. The surrounding players widened their eyes.

Outside the Palace of Versailles.

Chu Chu and Wei Shi, who are counting a handful of cards, are constantly talking, even if the carry teammate has no response, she is transparent.

Chuchu: "Boss! Shall we no longer grab a princess card? The one in a small skirt, fluffy, with lace. If you can grab it, I promise not to talk nonsense for an hour-"

"Big brother, big brother, uncle!-Who is playing the piano inside?"

Wei Shi squinted and looked at the source of the piano not far away. The semi-open royal hall made a wild sound.

Chu Chuzheng heard the "good mood" from it, and hurried up to stubbornly.

Next to the grand piano.

As the score was accurately interpreted, the striker continued to impress the ancient telegraph machine, converging into long telegram codes.

The lockbox slowly reveals the corners.

All players, including Caesar, rushed towards the piano as soon as their eyes lighted—

Wu Jin suddenly stopped.

Caesar scowled: "Little witch, come on, keep going!"

Wu Jin smiled and said, "It's okay to finish the bomb. Help me stop someone."

"Wei Yan."

The crowd stood still for two seconds.

Wei Yan has a reputation for humanoid weapons, because the password box was eliminated by Wei Yan ...

Wu Jin decisively added: "Ensure personal safety! Also, take the password box with a password!"

The trainees had a meal, and then bravely rushed—

"Stop! Stop! You must stop! What are you afraid of Wei Yan!", "Closing a deal!"

Caesar immediately crowded out the crowd, and relied on the powerful physical strength of the assault position to grab the grand piano. The 300-pound Baiyueguang player blocked the piano mechanical box tightly.

The ghost of the court musician was smoked by Qi Qi, and immediately gave up harassing Wu Jin, and roared silently at Caesar.

Let go! Get out!

Stay away from my piano! You rude man--

After a quarter of an hour, Caesar unsurprisingly repelled a series of piano copy competitors with his fist, and won the "priority" to do business with Wu Jin.

The ghost had been so angered that he could not see him.

In the corridor of Versailles in the morning, Wu Jin picked up the oil painting again. Caesar proudly patted her **** and packed the tickets: "Witch, don't you be a Wei Yan, ten brothers can also stop you-"

Wei Yan suddenly became a big bully who was ignorant and bullied precious artists.

Off the field, the Crossson-Hyacinth Show room.

The camera replays the moment Wu Wu grabbed the piano stool, and the six cameras were selected by the director to select the best perspective between repeated screenings.

The teenager who had just come out of the studio unloaded the machete in his hand and sat in front of the grand piano in the morning light. The small scratches on the cheek about half a finger length had not healed, and his eyes froze to calm.

Violent aesthetics are smoothed by the sound of vintage mechanical pianos.

Be gentle.

Ying Xiangxiang hissed, and Xiao Yingying covered her chest, exaggerating that her heart was pounding.

The barrage was densely packed, and the crowds of people who broke their hearts all burst into tears for expressing their smashing.

"# 惊! Er smash did such a thing to the grand piano--"

"# 宝藏 小巫!"

"# 一 人 1 信 点, crowdfunding little witch showbiz debut!"

The blood pigeon frowned and thought: "I haven't seen the witch player bring the score ... how did he do it?"

Ying Xiangxiang explained: "Once you get the score, you can play it. We call it the sight reading ability. It is related to the knowledge of music theory and auditory response. Of course, the operation of the little witch player also involves memorizing the score--"

Ying Xiangxiang smiled: "Memory ability has always been the specialty of the little witch."

The screen is centered.

Live footage cut back,

The door of the Royal Chapel squeaked open, and Vera entered first, and saw the expected picture.

Wei Yan was already standing next to Le Mowana's portrait, Zoran stood with his hands on his back, and the machete was behind him.

Caesar shivered in from the door, holding Wu Jin's machete, wow wow, "Well, come to war!"

Willi fell into the post.

Wei Yan's pupils shrank, her expression blanked.

The first reaction of the humanoid weapon was to report an illegal team, but the watch showed that everything was normal. Immediately before Wei Yan's reaction came, Caesar made a sudden push to retreat--

"3 minutes!" Willa quickly estimated.

Wu Jin nodded silently.

Wei Yan is no longer the small broken sword in his hand, but a sophisticated machete. At this time double A vs. S, Willa can hold Wei Yan's time, conservatively estimated that only 3 minutes.

Wu Jin lowered the oil painting, and quickly opened the portrait of Le Mowana on the wall of the chapel, holding the frame and rushing into the secret passage.

1 and a half minutes.

Height 170X140. The painting of Lemwana's dead wife fits tightly with the task frame. Wu Jin removes the blank frame and replaces the lady on the hammock—

5 seconds.

Outside the secret road, Wei Yan finally found a flaw under the siege of Caesar and Willa. A sharp knife shocked Willa's arm, and the sound of fighting gradually approached Wu Jin.

Wu Jin's breathing was extremely rapid in the dull air. The airflow in the closed channel is dark and the light is dim, which seems to induce some kind of memory and instinct reaction.

He narrowed his eyes slowly, and then finally opened his hands when he opened them again.

password box.

Eight letters. The young court painter and his flamboyant fiancee flashed back in memory. The painter repeatedly shouted to the girl to let her sit down at the easel, and the girl laughed like a silver bell.

Her name is Stiémart.

On the subtitle shaft, the fifth consonant is adjusted, and there is a faint light coming from the side. Wu Jin turned back, almost startled.

Bloody Lemuyana stood silently beside Wu Jin, staring sadly at the dead wife in the painting.

Outside the secret road, Wei Yan seems to be one step away from breaking the line of defense--

"Brothers are sorry, the festival is sad." Wu Jinyu didn't delay anymore. The last three letters were spelled out between the electric light and fire.

The sound of the machine clicked, from slight to roaring. The lockbox opens suddenly!

A dark blue card lays in the middle of the lockbox, with a soft and thick texture.

-Character Ka-François Lemoine (1688-1737).

Wu Jin quickly picked up the card and shoved it into the combat uniform, reached for the spare machete, and kicked the secret door with one foot—

The light penetrated from the chapel.

The artist's ghost approached the frame and kissed Stiémart on the hammock, eventually dissipating in the morning light of Versailles.

Copy clearance.

When Willa and Wei Yan scratched at the same time, the original clue cards of the two teams were broken. Wei Yan suddenly looked up. Wu Jin jumped from the exit of the secret road and joined the battle forcefully—

Three A-level trainees joined forces.

Wei Yan couldn't break Wu Jin any more, and the blade edged back sharply and disappeared.

Wu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, reached for the card in the combat suit, and nodded to Willa.

Vera's eyes flashed.

Caesar knocked the knife hey: "Witch! Not handsome! Look at that lockbox ..."

Wu Jin smiled and said, "Go, go to the library."

Caesar: "Where to do it!"

Wu Jin explained: "Taking the score, I only remembered the first movement-and, to confirm the password."

The scent of rosin, moss and blue bells came from the bookshelves. The three avoided the crowd and pulled out the score in a dusty solid wood bookcase.

Thanksgiving, Jean-Baptiste Lully.

Caesar hurriedly dusted the score, eyes widened: "This name ..."

Wu Jin followed the name of Lü Li in the archives, and then pulled out two large books. Willa got closer and followed the book.

"Lüli spent most of his life composing for King Louis XIV. The Italian composer entered the palace for the first time since he was young, and was fascinated by the King's charming temperament ..."

Caesar: "???? Lilly is a woman? The ghost is a man!"

"..." Vera looked grim and pointed to the book and looked at Caesar: "Lü Li is a straight man and has a family. Moreover, Louis XIV is also a straight man."

Caesar pondered: "It's easy to see at first sight--"

Willa shoots the table: "Admiration, Jing Yang knows!"

Wu Jin pointed to the Bourbon royal portrait on the side of the lower library: "The second picture on the left."

Caesar: "Look, this loli looks good!"

Wu Jin hurried to correct, because of the oil painting card, he and Vera's portrait of the entire Palace of Versailles was very close to know: "... this is called" Prince Louis XIV ", it was a king when he was a child." He looked at the information , Explained: "Lu Li is 6 years older than Louis, the young king is introverted, and Lu Li taught his music. He made the first pair of dance shoes for him and encouraged him to perform ballet in front of the court aristocracy to cultivate self-confidence. "

Caesar understood: "Got it! Play to develop--"

The information rushed to the next page, and Caesar suddenly remembered: "I still have a reminder on this card, what is 1687, the password box is 11 letters ..."

Vera turned to 1687 and saw Lü Li's widely circulated words—

"I have meaning only where the sun shines."

"He's referring to the Sun King." Wu Jin spoke to the book. When Louis XIV fought in Europe and became famous, Lü Li was undoubtedly proud of his glory. Louis XIV fell into the water and his life was in danger. Lu Li gave up his wife and children and played a violin for him outside the window.

"1687." Vera leaned closer to the pages of the book and whispered, "Louis XIV recovered from surgery in 1687 ... Lü Li rehearsed" Thanksgiving "to celebrate the king. This is Lu Li's last song to Louis XIV, but The musician has lost the favor of the king and is alone in the concert room waiting for the arrival of the Sun King. "

"Louis XIV was absent from the entire performance, and the king was supposed to be the only audience. Lu Li played the complete" Thanksgiving "to the empty audience, and died seriously after this performance ..."

Wu Jin nodded: "The ghost floats in the Palace of Versailles, and whenever he plays" Thanksgiving Praise "late at night, waiting for the king to come. He is eager for the audience, so the second task of the piano is to 'find two hundred audiences.'

"But there is only one audience he really wants."

Willa sighed: "Louis XIV, the password is Louis XIV."