Law of the Devil

Chapter 14 [Treasure I in the Study]

In this ancient castle of the night, in this ancient study full of old breath, Dewey stood under the candle fire surrounding him, quietly raising his head and looking up at the painting on the wall. Each painting, after a brief silence, did not receive a response from the other.

He seemed frowned: "Don't answer? ”

The face in the painting still looked into Dewey's eyes.

Dewey laughed, but laughed a little badly, and he slowly walked over a tall staircase, climbed up the bookshelf, and stretched out his hands to try to remove the painting.

The man in the oil painting showed a slight panic on his face. In the painting, those eyes looked at Dewey's face, and there was already panic in his eyes.

“Whoo!” Dewey pulled the painting off the wall. Obviously, one thing that weighs so much is a weak half-aged teenager like Dewey that it's hard to lift. Dewey felt her arms all sore. But to his surprise, behind this painting, there is nothing!

It's not a machine, it's not like someone's hiding behind an oil painting and looking at themselves! It's the painting itself!

Dewey only got a few points serious and carefully painted down the stairs with oil.

The faces in the paintings are bitter, and the eyes are even more disturbing.

“What the hell are you?” Dewey whispered, "A living figure in a painting? ”

The look in the painting is a little dodgy.

“Well, this painting is a portrait of the ancestor of the Rollins, the Imperial Marshal... you're not the ancestor who came back to life, are you?” Dewey smiled and shook her head: “That doesn't make sense. Because that ancestor is now more than 200 years old. And this painting was clearly painted by the descendants in memory of their ancestors. I'm still that question... what the hell are you? ”

After a while, he didn't answer, and Dewey sank his face: "Oh, won't you tell me? Then don't regret it. ”

He pointed to the candlestick around him: "You see, there's a lot of candle fire here, and if you don't talk, I'll burn you. Do you think I dare? ”

After that, he turned around and took a lit candle, slowly approaching the painting.

The people in the painting suddenly changed their faces, and their fears were uncovered, and their eyes filled with anxiety and begging for forgiveness, looking at the candles and flames that were getting closer and closer to Dewey's hand. The people in the painting could only look at Dewey, anxious.

Just moments before the flame hit the canvas, Dewey moved away the candle and nodded: “Well, do you really not think you can talk? Can you talk? ”

The people in the painting shook their heads hastily.

“So, what the hell are you?” Dewey's eyes are glowing! A living painting! Is it some kind of magic thing?

For Dewey's question, the painting is unanswerable. After disengaging from the danger of burning, the people in the painting also seemed to sigh and then looked at Dewey with interest.

Dewey tried to ask a few more questions about the painting, but it was difficult to communicate because the other person was unable to speak. Oil paintings can only make nods and shakes at most. This kind of communication, after a long time of effort, did not ask anything.

One person draws and stares at the other.

At this moment, a big bell on the wall of the study sounded slowly! It's midnight!

Dewey suddenly seemed to see a glimmer of light slowly coming out of the eyes of the man in the painting! Then there seemed to be a slight sigh in his ear!

Though the voice was a bit uncertain, Dewey could hear it clearly, and that was the sighing sound!

“Listen up! Because I was struck by a magic trick, I was able to speak briefly at midnight when my whole life sounded. When the bell is over, I can't make a sound! Now I'm only gonna say it once! There's a hidden secret room in this study! There's some babies in the secret room! I can point you to those babies, and then I need your help, and one of the babies can undo the magic in me. ”

Dewey opened her eyes and looked at the painting: “Are you talking? ”

“Yes! No time to explain.” Oil Painting Sound Quick Track: “Now you start with the third painting on the wall with instructions. You follow the instructions, if you're not a fool, you should be able to find it...”

Dong ~!

After midnight, with the end of the last bell, the figure in the oil painting, the light in his eyes gradually disappeared. Then the sound of the speech stopped.

Dewey looked up and down at the oil painting, and the people in it were looking at him, showing the face of the request.

“Oh, you said you had a magic trick, didn't you?” Dewey laughed, “You said there was a secret room in the library with a treasure that you could unravel. Right?"

Every time he asks, the painter lights his head. With a longing expression on his face.

“Well, then, what good is this thing to me?” Dewey laughed, “Why should I help you? ”

The face of the person in the painting changed, and then the color of prayer in his eyes became more intense, as if he was desperate to say something, but unfortunately he could not say a word.

“Forget it, I find it odd anyway, just think of it as satisfying my curiosity.” Dewey raised her hand and then climbed down the ladder onto the bookshelf, carefully observing the third oil painting on the wall, as prompted by the character in the painting when the bell just rang.

The third painting, also a portrait of one of the ancestors of the Rollins family, who wore the uniform of a naval general, looked seriously… and looked at the distance as if.

Dewey scrutinized it for a while and did not see any traces from the painting. He even tried to remove the painting and check the back for nothing.

Dewey stood on the stairs for a while, thinking carefully, and he was not anxious, but patient, rechecking every detail. After repeatedly checking three more fruitless times, Dewey suddenly moved into her heart and looked carefully at the person in this painting...

Well, the person's eyes in the painting... look flat, looking ahead.

Dewey, move inside! Search the past immediately in the direction of the person's eyes!

It's on the opposite wall! The figure in the painting looks like a knight's sword hanging from the opposite wall with his eyes!

Dewey immediately pushed the stairs to the other side of the room. So much back and forth that a 13-year-old boy's strength is a little overwhelming. But his inner curiosity drives him.

After examining the knight's sword on the wall, Dewey discovered that the sword blade was pointing to the bookshelf next to him!

He grabbed the bookshelf in the direction again.

Eventually, finally, he found out!

On the beam of the bookshelf, Dewey touched a line of uneven marks, and he felt a little down and finally found it to be a line of text!

It's just that these words are written backwards! So, if someone else accidentally touches it, if they don't look closely at the flowers, they probably just think it's a regular pattern.

A line was written in the exact opposite direction, and Dewey read it carefully.

“The bottom of the riddle is the night sky, and the giant spoon is the key to the way forward. ”

Dewey couldn't bear laughing.

What the hell is this? A riddle?

He sighed, slid down the stairs, simply sat on the floor with his legs on a plate, and thought painfully of the riddle with his head.

“The night sky… a giant spoon…”

At last, Dewey Horan stood up and his face reappeared with hope.

What's in the night sky... the stars!

Where's the giant spoon? Then don't ask, it must be the Seven Stars of the Battle! Doesn't the shape of the seven stars in the sky look like a giant spoon?

Dewey figured it out and quickly searched the bookshelves in the study!

Stars... Stars...

The studio has to do with the stars... well, it must be a shelf for astrological books!

Soon, through the index catalogue, Dewey found a shelf specializing in astrological books, and he struggled to climb up and look for them, and then, following that "spoon" pointer, scrutinized them in the seventh row of the shelf.

He looked through almost every book, and finally...

When he moved a book, he noticeably felt it was very heavy! This is actually a metal book! Moreover, after a moment of stirring, a dull clicking sound of the wheel spinning quickly came from inside the wall...

Finally, the noise, the whole bookshelf, slowly spinning itself up, behind the bookshelf, on the wall, revealed a black hole entrance...

(Please smash the ticket to support it, help Little Five hit the scoreboard for this new book, okay?

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