Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

“It's okay.”

At the moment when Vera was all hairy, Witch Jane suddenly reached out and stopped her teammates: “He gave us the notebook.” Witch Jane whispered, “Look what he's doing. ”

The ghost's bloodstained arms and witches are so close that they can even see its dried up blood clot and the white bones of the overturned Sensen. The skin beneath the neck blossoms and is startling.

Vera's throat moved slightly and grabbed Jane's elbow.

Witch Jane softly soothed: “It's just a four-dimensional projection. ”

The painter has a clean, pale face and a thin figure. He has a beautiful pair of hands, except for blood stains and small semi-rotted flesh.

It's hard to believe he stabbed himself nine times with his sword and let the painter fall into his blood.

These hands trembled across the page, twitching repeatedly on one side of the note and eventually staying in one sentence.

"He died in the last painting. ”

The air in the old hall was dull, and the ghosts faded in the blazing candlelight of Hercules Hall.

Witch Jane still has to ask, the painter's figure has quickly dispersed.

Last painting.

Witch Jane turned over the page and finally saw the painting name.

"Time saves the truth from lies and jealousy." Le Muwana, 1737.

Witch Jane snapped her notebook shut.

New clue.

The teenager finally looked in the direction of the eye painter's disappearance, and his gaze passed through the vast ceiling painting, eventually plugging the notebook into the battle suit and walking quickly out the door.

Vera followed closely: "Where are we going? ”

Witch Jane took a deep breath: “Go to the library. Find out where François Le Muwana's last painting was hidden. ”

The Palais Versailles has the richest collection of historical materials in France. As the chief painter of Louis XV, Lemuwana's life story and paintings are inevitably documented. However, as soon as the two of them stepped out of Hercules Hall, Vera suddenly realized and looked down at the card.

Slight fever on the plate.

“The face of the card has changed!” Pull the quick opening slightly.

Originally painted on a card, the ceiling faded into a light line of flower signatures.

François Le Muwana.

Vera sinks: “Only this card has changed, or all the cards have changed...”

Witch Jane's expression was not optimistic: "The copy prompted the first time that all cards changed at the same time. Most likely, all players will benefit from the clues once a group of players advances the replica process. ”

Vera startled to say, "It's not fair! ”

Witch Jane shook her head and stopped talking. Using cards, all players benefit from the clues at the same time - these tiny rules change to reduce the “information asymmetry” gap between players.

You will no longer gain an advantage as easily as you did in previous rounds of elimination.

For most Clawson contestants, it's "fair."

“Be quick.” Witch Jane can almost imagine all the players rushing to the library.

After the name of the painter appeared, the two had a clue advantage in the copy, leaving only a notebook in the arms of the witch.

The hallway was rushed and the two of them stepped across the deep red velvet carpet corridor, pressing down to talk.

“I wonder what the conditions are for a copy victory.” Witch Jane whispered, "The first clue, the Hercules Ascension Map, was to elicit Le Muwana, the palace painter. The second clue, in guiding the athlete's attention to the 'last painting’ of the relationship painter's death. The third clue to analogy --”

“The biggest possibility for the entire copy is for the players to find out the real cause of Lemuwana's death. ”

Vera Lips: “Nine knives, every knife has been struck. Is it possible that he killed it? ”

“From the wound on the ghost to a single look, unlike his killing -” Witch Jane suddenly paused and looked forward.

The door to the library was right in front of them, but someone stepped in first.

Also looking for the painter's profile Wei Yan.

Vera's eyelids jumped.

“No rush.” Witch Jane, pull Vera over. We waited three or two minutes at the door before swallowing into the information room in another group of practitioners: "Wei Yanna's group… we try to avoid a positive conflict. ”

Woody fragrances float between bookshelves with a hint of leather. This library was once a collection of French royalty books centuries ago, and huge wooden bookshelves touched the ceiling, stacking books and historical materials in separate categories.

A number of players have already gathered in the library, and the bookshelf staff is complicated.

Witch Jane glanced slightly and took Vera to the players' stack of court music materials in the eyes of the people exploring.

It's just two columns away from Wei Yan.

Just moments after they were properly hidden, outside the information room, the other end of the corridor suddenly sounded a violin.

The players who were still searching the spectrum were shocked and threw the bibliography out. There were only two Witch Jane Vera left in the middle of a row.

“Big Scripture song, thank you.” The violin sounds exactly like the ghost that played yesterday under the leap. Witch Jane listened carefully to an opening.

Vera glanced instantly: “Can you... hear me? ”

Witch Jane quickly explained that the mentor mentioned a little in the previous music lesson. This is an orchestra, adapted into a piano song in a copy.

“The little witch hears so well," Vera said, not a shy compliment to Love Bean: “And memory, it's a gift. ”

Witch Jane shook her head quickly and her ears were slightly reddish. His hearing had always been good, especially in the dark, and something seemed to have been ignored deep in his memory, but he was soon thrown behind his head by the witches.

Vera smiled and looked at her teammates' little round faces, reluctant to touch them and pinch them.

On the other side of the bookshelf, Wei Fen, who still had no expression to look for information, accidentally caught two people. Witch Jane calmed down comfortably in the spectrum to look for it, and her long fingertips penetrated the book page, sounding loud.

Wei Yan finally turned back.

Behind the bookshelf.

Wait for Wei Yan to go first. Witch Jane spoke silently.

Vera nodded.

Light shadow bars between bookshelves. Witch Jane was extremely calm and did not look at Wei Yan, wearing the perfect “Piano Card Copy Participant” disguise. Wei Yan seemed to wander for a long time in the "Rococo Oil Painting” series. To relieve his anxiety, Witch Jane forced herself to look past comedy ballet, joy, and eventually found the Big Scripture song.

He carefully pressed the spine of the book and pulled the score out of the gap.

The cover of the spectrum is black and dusty, obviously untouched. Outside the hallway, the tunes swept gently, and the heartbeat of Sorceress finally flattened in the second she opened the spectrum.

He handed the score to Vera: "The score they were looking for," Appreciation, "composer Jean-Baptiste Luli. ”

From the perspective of Veracruz, it took half a day to spell out a melody from the line spectrum, unlike the sound of a hallway violin.

The young girl looked at the witch Jane and saluted her.

“Luli, Chief Composer, Louis XIV Palace.” Witch Jane explained.

Gratitude is written by the gods, but praised by the great achievements of the Sun King. The composer's position in Versailles was unparalleled, and he devoted almost his entire life to King Louis XIV of the Sun. Lu Liqiu wind is changing - the spectrum is reverting to glory, like the "line room in the word” is covered in sunlight.

"Where the sun is, it makes sense that I exist. ”

Witch Jane looks at one of Luli's self-representations.

Vera's emotion: “They haven't found the score yet. ”

Witch Jane: “It's always harder to find a score than to find an oil painting. ”

Vera Yang frowned: “It's not hard for you...” The girl sighed sadly: “If only we had a piano card. ”

Witch Jane quickly comforted herself: “Maybe I can still use it...”

As the two spoke, Wei Fen, outside of several bookshelves, finally stopped and repeatedly looked at a page in the book.

Witch Jane Verazzi had a meal.

He found a clue. Vera twisted her eyebrows and silently made her mouth shape.

After a few seconds, the face of the card did get warm again and both of them lowered their heads at the same time - similar to what happened in Hercules Hall, after Wei Yan found a new clue, all the face of the card was replaced. From the name of the painter Talmuwana to a narrative of grass.

“Body farewell ceremony, Royal Chapel. 1737. ”

“The Royal Chapel -” Vera said softly. “Shall we go first? ”

“Wait till Wei leaves.” Witch Jane whispered. They don't have no chips in their hands.

The third clue is in Wei Yan's hands, but the notebook is here with Witch Jane. There must be some important prop in the Royal Chapel, but only myself and Vera know that the last painting of Le Muwana's life is still to be found before customs clearance is reached.

Outside several bookshelves, Wei Feng finally moved and the sound of his footsteps disappeared in the distance.

Witch Jane seemed strange listening to the distant footsteps, and reason and logic forced herself back.

Witch Jane estimated that the S-level trainer and his teammates had left and reached out to take out two scores in an attempt to probe from the gap in the book.

At this time it is dark outside the Palais Versailles and the lighting is supplied entirely by candle fire. Witch Jane's eyesight hasn't recovered yet, and it still takes a few seconds to adjust to the shadow of the bookcase when she lowers her head.

The teenager glanced slightly.

He clearly remembered that the bibliography after the two scores had been removed by the contestants and should be able to see the light on the other side of the bookshelf. Witch Jane rubbed her eyes, and the shadow was heavier in the cleavage of the spine.

Looks like there's something in front of you--

The shadows moved.

Witch Jane's pupils shrunk, risking throwing the spectrum to the ground. Through the gap between the bookshelf and the bookridge, he directly pointed at Wei's emotionless eyes.

Witch Jane shook her hand, subconsciously smiled at Wei, and lowered her head to watch the spectrum.

Wei Yan did not know how long he stood behind the bookshelf, silently, or even more like a ghost in the Palace of Versailles than Le Muwana.

Vera was also surprised and immediately stepped forward to block Wei Yan's gaze.

It took Jomo a few dozen seconds before Wei Yan finally left with his teammates.

"He found us?” Vera frowned.

Witch Jane took a deep breath: “Nothing, at best guard against us - try to avoid Wei Yan and then go to the Royal Chapel. ”

Witch Jane's mind flashed past the previous rounds of knockout, winning the second round herself using the rules, and the third round simply ended with Wei Yan at the Taro altar. Witch Jane suddenly remembered what Wei Yan had said-- "Next time we'll fight again. ”

After Wei faded away, they quickly touched opposite the bookshelf.

The other side of the bookshelf is quite messy, and Wei Yan has taken away books with important clues. Witch Jane flipped a few more rough copies and suddenly pulled the notebook she had given the ghost to both of them from the uniform before leaving, carefully pressing it into a thick, ancient book page.

“Just in case.” Witch Jane explains.

The chief court painter, the last painting of Le Muwana's life, and the royal chapel where the remains were held. The clues keep coming up, and it seems that the whole story is only millimeters away - between yourself and Wei Yan, there is bound to be a group that will provoke the duel first.

Until then, he needs to make sure the chips are secure.

The air at the Versailles at night is cloudy.

By the time they walked out of the library, the survival figures on the two watches had dropped from 349 to 342. More players still choose to preserve their strength to avoid excessive loss before the final battle.

“Only seven people were eliminated.” Vera Yang frowned.

Witch Jane nodded: "Copy of the clearance reward, failure punishment has not yet appeared. At present, the green card has a 1/3 chance of winning, the blue card 1/7, and the program group does not eliminate all losers in one copy. Athletes are in a safe position and have no reason to do so. ”

Vera smiled slightly: “There is also a way to win by forcibly eliminating all the players in the same replica - I mean by exciting the lifeboat, you must be the winner of the replica. ”

Witch Jane thought, the Clawson show doesn't seem to have this kind of player--

Vera punched a ringing finger: “The Fengxinzi show does. ”

Witch Jane opened her eyes and said, "She...”

Vera: “Her name is Lan. ”

An hour later, the morning bell rang.

The Royal Chapel is west of Hercules Hall. The two men repeatedly confirmed that Wei Yan had left the chapel before touching each other.

The chapel was honored during Louis XIV's administration and was converted to another use after Louis XV. The walls are filled with characters, from kings and princes to noble knights, close ministers and outstanding contributors to the Versailles Palace.

The chapel is pitch-black and pine. Witch Jane had to mention an oil lamp and follow Vera through a painting. The candlelight overshadowed the face of the painting with a layer of color, and a pair of pupils with pigment highlights looked like two people staring at the lantern.

Vera had excellent eyesight and quickly called out to Witch Jane.

A frame about half a person high was nailed to Vera's wall.

Royal chief painter. Le Muwana (1688-1737).

Witch Jane put a thumb up to Vera and studied the portrait with a little light. The man in the painting is about thirty years old, somber, melancholy, wearing a simple robe.

“He… is not happy.” Vera has been watching for a long time, talking.

Vera hadn't found one in half a day, so she looked around. Jomo was too dark in the room, and the faint lights struck a strange forest portrait, as if everyone's face was covered in blue.

The wide seats are densely arranged so that those in sight can't breathe. It seems that the mortal farewell ceremony took place a few days ago.

Vera is in a trance and sees countless faces sitting in a row of seats. Or silent mourning, or silent crying, or laughing wildly.

Vera suddenly sneezed.

Witch Jane was about to take off her battle jacket and shook her hand quickly: “It's a little cold in here. ”

Witch Jane nodded and continued to grasp on the side of the frame: “The temperature is indeed different from the outside. ”

Vera hesitated: "I mean... it's like there's a ghost floating around, more than one, a lot. I think I can see. ”

Witch Jane.

He followed Vera's gaze and blurred even the seat in the pitch-black field of view.

“You can see, it means they're all here.” Witch Jane opens with a stunned look in Vera's eyes: “In the ghost incident at Triannon Palace, there was a ghost a century ago at Versailles Palace, and the two female teachers were psychics. If the game had been completely replicated back then...”

Without a trace, Vera covered her goose bumps and moved to the witch.

“Ghosts are 4D projections that travel between players.” Witch Jane analyzes in an extremely scientific tone: “The appearance and control of ghosts is determined by a parameter--”

“Projection transparency. ”

Vera stayed.

“Cone cells do not easily detect four-dimensional projections in extremely bright and dark areas, especially after deliberate downregulation of ghost transparency. By the piano during the day, and now in the chapel, you're the only one who can see it —— or them. ”

“‘Psychic' is easy to explain in this game.” Witch Jane Stand: “Better Vision Trainer. ”

Vera: “…”

Witch Jane consoled: “It's a gift. ”

Vera nodded her head and the girl's shoulders finally relaxed, quietly holding the light for Jane.

At this moment, Witch Jane's eyes glistened and her fingers precisely touched a slightly dimpled organ somewhere in the frame --

Vera quickly illuminated the witch Jane.

Witch Jane bent down and studied for a long time. He lifts the shattered hair that blocks his sight, his eyebrows converge and his fingers are quick and accurate.

Rub it.

It is not a complex organ that opens itself up.

The candlelight cast a warm glow over the teenager's half-baked cheek, with a straight nose and light lips not in the shadow of the outline.

“All right.” Single-kneed braced witch Jane rose in front of the frame.

Vera covered her cheek and nodded.

The two pushed the frame together and immediately revealed the dark passage on the wall.

Witch Jane answered the light: “I'll go in and take a look. ”

Vera immediately patted herself on the chest and said she wanted to guard the exit for Jane.

Two suspended cameras immediately followed Witch Jane into the dark lane.

Clawson Show Live Room.

After two minutes of close-ups of the Little Witch player, the barrage fruit did not have a lively atmosphere.

“Serious son smashed so handsome!! Kids playing with toys in kindergarten are so handsome!! ”

“Witch, no more secrets! Run, duck! Run! Run!

When Xiangxiang smiled and made a “shush” gesture, she turned to the blood dove: “In this round, how did our Wei Yan perform? ”

Blood pigeon nods: “Nice. It goes on to emphasize:" Pretty good. Wei has made tremendous progress compared to previous rounds - especially the second knockout. And that's what I want to see. A humanoid weapon that discusses tactics, exploits one's strengths, and even the strengths of others. ”

Turn the camera around.

Outside the Royal Chapel of Versailles, Wei looked silently at the gates where Witch Jane and Vera were located and disappeared from the camera for a second.

In the chapel.

The darkness behind the frame is extremely shallow, and the witch Jane sees the end of it less than two meters away.

Witch Jane's eyesight hasn't fully recovered. She can only see the dark wall at the bottom of the secret passageway through the light. There are frames hanging on the wall, but the canvas is blank--

Or, like, waiting for the contestant to fill the frame.

Squeaks under his feet.

Witch Jane seemed to have kicked something, and he squatted down and reached for the little box that was fixed at the bottom of the frame.

Password box.

Witch Jane opened her eyes in surprise.

Password locks rarely existed in the seventeenth or eighteenth centuries, or were extremely easy to crack at the level of the process at the time. But the lockbox under the frame is divine. The programming group seems to have perfectly melted a "can't open violently” crypto box with modern material accuracy and medieval techniques.

The password is eight letters long.

Witch Jane finally took a look, quit the secret passage, and switched Vera into it. The young girl simply nodded her head and suddenly raised her eyes when she took the candlelight.

Vera looked at the inquiry.

Witch Jane tells Vera to stop and listen carefully. The chapel is quiet as usual.

A few minutes later, Vera withdrew from the secret passage.

“To find a painting and an eight-letter password.” Witch Jane whispered, "The hint of the painting is in the notebook - the last painting of Le Muwana's life, Time to Save the Truth from Lies and Jealousy. The password should be prompted by Wei Yan. ”

Vera nodded, suddenly opening: “170x140cm, long frame diameter, the painting we were looking for, could only be this size. ”

Witch Jane looked at Vera by surprise.

The female player grinned. Vera is a senior practitioner of entertainment for the people of Azure and is more skilled in competition experience and detail capture than Witch Jane.

They walked straight to the chapel door without further delay. Witchcraft analysis: “Before dying, the painter stabbed himself with nine knives, and the clue in the code box was nothing more than obsession, truth, and cause of death. I prefer the cause of death...”

Witch Jane pushed her hand through the chapel door and was about to step out again.

He heard very slight noises outside the door, like clothes rubbing and metal slowly climbing through the cold air.

The back of the spine is slightly cooler and the intuition is a fierce warning, but reason is separated from intuition.

Witch Jane knew very well that he had a good hearing but was far from so good.

Through a door, with each other deliberately hiding, it is impossible to capture such tiny details, not to modify human hearing -

But my mind suddenly flashed past the library shelf a few hours ago.

It was also hearing intuition that preceded reason in making the closest judgment to the truth.

It's like going to Floating City after the fourth round of elimination, before the fifth round of elimination, and hearing has undergone very unscientific qualitative changes under stress ——

Witch Jane stopped hesitating and turned to show Vera that she was ready for battle.

Without realizing it, Vera stunned and decided to draw her sword.

Witch Jane also held the blade handle between her waist. The weapons of the two equally came from a large quantity of armor in the Palace of Versailles, and even without the good equipment in the hands of the phantom samurai, they were sufficient to cope with attacks from the athletes.

Witch Jane kicked the door open.

Wei Yan's sword split his face!

In the Clawson Show Live Room, the blades of the soldiers crossed and the screen exploded.

- “O little witch! Wei Da, don't abuse our little witch! Wait, shit, 6666! ”

- “White Rosewood! This kind of ambush can be found! Wei, can you do it?” The Faithful Audience of the Fengxinzi Show shouted arrogantly.

The camera just switched from Wei to the two witches, just past the scene where the witches gave Vera a mouth shape.

But even the blood pigeon stood still on the stage, wondering: “The most standard door ambush, the station, the light, the shadow counted, how did they find out? ”

In response to Xiangxiang's sentiments, he shared the audience's guess: “Fengxinzi's white rose is not less empirical than ours Wei Yan. ”

Royal Chapel Corridor.

Suddenly the long sword fell from the top down, carrying the force through his arms, Witch Jane rolled to the left to hide, followed by Vera with a sword.

Wei Yan's reaction to Witch Jane was obviously surprising, but the tip of the sword always pointed to Witch Jane. And his teammate, the Little Sincerely, is trying to seduce Vera.

The opposite person stood precisely, and Witch Jane reacted almost instantly to Wei Yan's arrangement.

Wei Yan and his teammates rated one S-C, Witch Jane and Vera Double A. Wei Yan was able to guarantee his entire body to retreat, but did not fully grasp the holding of Witch Jane under Vera's interference. What Wei Yan needed was a simple ambush.

The trap at the chapel door is to stop the witch before Vera reacts.

He allowed Wizard Jane to see the password box clue because he wanted not only the note in Wizard Jane's hand, but also Wizard Jane's judgment on the copy. He is going to put the blade on the neck of the witch's neck and “knock it out” to force the witch to spit it out in its entirety to win the first copy.

Wei Yan obviously did not expect the ambush to fail.

Witch Jane's wrist was buzzed by the sword of this humanoid weapon, and he quickly bit his teeth up and lifted the siege for Vera.

According to the boss - witchcraft experience is not comparable to others, power is not comparable to others, ingenuity is not comparable, it is less awkward than color. With two weeks of uninterrupted training, Witch Jane, while not capable of counter-attacking Wei Yan, cooperated with Vera and defended herself very steadily.

In contrast, Wei Yan's teammates worked a lot harder and soon became weak across the street.

When Wei Yan's sword turned to Witch Jane, Vera did not hesitate to stab the powerless little sister--

The sword buzzed.

Wei Yan backhanded Vera and protected the person behind him. The little girl looked at Wei Yan with a blush.

Wei deflected the ambush, no more entanglement. Finally, he swept away the witch Jane and took his teammates away.

Behind you, Vera slowly loosened the handle.

Palms to the inside of the wrist are crimson.

As soon as Witch Jane's heart beats, she needs to find trauma medicine for her. Vera stared at her hands and laughed for half a day: "This is much more interesting than bullying Ning Fengbei. ”

“...” Witch Jane choked, but saw Vera shaking her fist against Wei Yan's back: “One day, I'm going to beat him up and scream. ”

Witch Jane could not imagine the circumstances under which Wei Yan would scream, but was convinced that Wei Yan was already walking towards an important clue.

“All copies are progressing faster.” Witch Jane, word for word: “We followed Wei Yan. ”

Versailles' long corridor candle shadow at 2 o'clock late in the evening did not hide his whereabouts at all. Witch Jane briefly explains: “He lacks a notebook clue. Plus the ambush failed. The best way to save money is to wait for us to come to him. ”

Vera suddenly said: "He's waiting for us to go... he's waiting for a backup team to start. ”

In view, Wei Fei finally disappeared into a silver door.

The candlelight illuminates the door plate that is eroded by rust and the orange halo licks the handwriting gently.

—— "Showcase Studio VII”

“He's looking for a painting!” Vera reacted instantly, shaking the sword in her hand: “Shall we follow? ”

Witch Jane decided to look at the handwriting for a few seconds and finally nodded her head: "Okay. ”

Witch Jane clearly remembers that this showroom was locked a few hours ago.

“Wait for me for a minute. I went back to the library to get my notebook. ”

Locked doors open, unknown scenes open, from the layout of the pen, and the battle for copies is most likely in the showroom.

He needs to bring the chips.

“Clearance conditions. The painting and password are all missing. Wei Yan has a code lead, we have an oil lead. Unfortunately, the code cannot be broken violently, but Wei Yan can violently enumerate the paintings of the entire Versailles Palace that fit the frame. ”

“We can only get the password from Wei Yan. ”

“The most beneficial form for us is...”

“Chips for chips. ”

A minute later, Witch Jane ran quickly in the corridor of the Versailles Palace Wing Building with her notebook in her hand. It seems that during the day and night, all copies are pushed to the end, with noisy footsteps in the corridor.

You may encounter vagrant piano replicators.

Lin Lin saw Witch Jane again and said, “Hey Witch, listen to the song? ”

“Our copy of the ghost is so awesome! Hey, the mission is to get 200 listeners over here, and they won't play the piano! Hey, Witch, give me a face! Think of it as a court concert, little brother. I can't help it--”

“The crypto box is hidden in the piano box, I've tried everything! Only when the ghost plays the piano will the crypto box turn up. He gets angry and plays the wrong crypto box and sinks it back. What do you mean? Where do I find 200 people for him? ”

“Hey, Witch, don't run, Witch, where are you? That direction? The noise in that room was so loud that it raised the ghost of our piano on-the-spot--”

Witch Jane: “Noise? ”

Lincoln nodded: "Yeah, booming, like driving a train. I don't know who's in there. ”

Witch Jane's mind is turning. The display room is filled with oil painting.jpg, not oil painting.avi. Where's the noise? He patted Lin's shoulder: “Thank you brother, I'll go find Wei Yan and they'll listen to the qin. ”

Then quickly meet Vera and disappear into the silver door.

At the moment of entering the door, both men made a defensive gesture and then looked stunned in front of them.

Inside the door is a long curved gallery, empty.

Wei Yan is not here, nor are his teammates.

The air was dull and the area was quiet enough to suffocate, as if even a needle could be heard falling off. There is no “noise” at all as the climbers call it.

Under the gloomy lights.

Scarlet carpet on the floor. Countless frames of oil are on snow-white walls, and dull candle lights show all sorts of spirits and ghosts inside the canvas. There are demons lying in blood licking their guts, there are prometheus with sparks in his hand, there are tender naked goddesses, and Poseidon with a sea chariot.

“Find the painting first.” Jane whispered softly.

A minute ago, Wei Yan disappeared into this maze-like gallery and never appeared again.

Two people control the light footsteps and the lights go deep into the hallway. The further inside, the darker the candlelight will be until Vera suddenly stops.

“Handprints.” Vera pulls the light closer: “It's very powerful, there's been a fight here...”

Witch Jane worked extraordinarily hard to see Vera's fingerprints, stuck next to a golden edge frame, and even the original standard 90-degree framed corner copper sheet bent because of excessive force.

He frowned slightly and with Wei Yan's ability to fight, few people could force him to be so vulgar. Unless the boss...

Witch Jane shook her head, the boss has not appeared so far, and the long-standing attitude of water promotion is scattered, so as not to hide here to bully Wei Yan Xiao players.

From the handprints, it doesn't even look like Wei hastily removed the frame as a weapon. The oil painting is about a square meter in size. If you want to hold it steady, you should also pull the frame instead of the corner.

Vera is still studying the handprint: “About 55 kilograms of grip power, it's Wei Yan. This trace doesn't show how hard it is, as if Wei Yan was thrown all over the wall--”

Witch Jane holds the light and looks at the painting inside the metal frame.

The scene is gloomy, grey and black. Under the clouds of the sky are shadowed towns, people flee and look terrified. Above the town...

Stand a silent giant.

Bottom line: 1812

The painting is closer to what Wizard Jane knows as "modern oil painting" than Le Muwana, without emphasizing pens, and the shadow contour is dense.

Vera stood up and finished the painting: "What does it mean? Black Death? ”

Witch Jane shook her head: “Not necessarily. This painting came after Le Mwana. From time to time, the Palace of Versailles had not only the Royal Bourbon Collection, but also Jacobin's, and later Napoleon -" The Witch looked again: “No painting, no signature. ”

It seems that the oil paintings on the entire corridor do not indicate their origins.

In the midst of witchcraft thinking, Vera suddenly said: "Giant, giant move! ”

Witch Jane looked up quickly in shock. The original stationary giant in the painting seemed to be awakened by something, turning around slowly and strangely, revealing hollow eyes.

“Careful! On the wall -" Vera's second half is covered with a roar. As the giant turned, the whole wall began to shake, the walls suddenly flipped, and even the corridor with the red carpet began to tilt, forming a right-angle floor and the wall shaped into a huge funnel between seconds, dumping the two behind the wall.

Witch Jane's heart was beating fast and her subconscious caught Vera about to fall, her left hand tried to get to the corner of the frame, but deviated by millimeters.

The clues are finally connected.

--Wall friction slide, making noise of train roar.

—— Handprints on unmanned galleries and corner copper pieces.

A minute ago, Wei Yan was also here, reacting in the same way as Witch Jane's intuition. He grabbed the frame and eventually fell into the unknown abyss.

The two fell together in a state of weightlessness, and Witch Jane did not hesitate to sink into the center of gravity to protect Vera. Immediately after that, the back was massively squeezed--

“Witch Jane!” Vera panicked and said.

Witch Jane took a sip of cool air and climbed up for half a day: "It's okay, there's a cushion cushion. Here...”

The field of vision is pitch black.

It was followed by a light that projected a line of small words in the void.

Giant Francisco Goya (Spain). 1808.

The surrounding scene gradually appeared in the light, with shimmering hillstones, the ghosts of those who panicked - also 4D projections - who spoke language that Witchcraft did not understand, with iconic weakened consonants and trembling sounds. Someone is running away from the giant, and someone is walking towards the giant.

“It's Spanish.” The Witchcraft speeds up: “1808 is the year, the most glorious period of Napoleon's reign. This painting is from Napoleon's collection at the Palais Versailles, where the war on the peninsula began in 1808 —— the invasion of Spain by the French army, and the resistance was defenceless ——"

“The giant is Napoleon. ”

The handwriting spreads and the top light finally illuminates the field of view.

This is a copy of the landscape where you can't see the edges.

The shadowy town cried for despair, and the giant was within reach, naked and barefoot could cover four or five witches.

The giant slowed down.

“Run!" Witch Jane ducked behind the hill with Vera, but she couldn't help but hear footsteps pounding towards them.

Behind you is a massive attack on the foot of a giant.

Front--

Wei Yan, the Clawson show human weapon, mentioned a long knife with no expression in front of both of them.

Francisco Goya (30 March 1746-15 April 1828) Spanish Romantic Painter

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