Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

The moment the copy scene opened, Witch Jane relieved herself.

Behind the canvas of Save the Truth, unexpectedly, there was no plot, no battle, only a shallow projection in the dark.

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

He was the last painter of the court painting on the canvas in 1737, Le Muwana.

He has curly white hair, like a ghost in Hercules Hall, and is wearing a simple robe. He had a lot of panels in his studio, all covered in black cloth. He painted in a small room that was not bright enough to be cold.

He leaned against the two witches, depicting with hatred the lies and jealousy that had fallen to the ground.

Vera whispered, “This is what we're looking at... can you see him before he commits suicide? Or a sudden murder? ”

Witch Jane shook her head: "The entire gallery has a maximum of 20 minutes to make a copy. Not enough for him to finish the painting. ”

“But it must have something to do with it. ”

The two men approached the projection of Lemuwana and the painter was unaware of it.

It was just a movie, Witch Jane thought, even at this moment, that for Lemuwana in 1737, he and Vera were the ghosts who broke into the studio.

A moment in front of the painter, Witch Jane took a beating. Lemuwana's eyes were covered in blood, as if they hadn't closed for a long time.

The painter rubbed the tip of the pen and took it from the palette. It was like he was carrying an angry diagram - but when the pen fell, it was controlled by reason. The colors were filled in carefully, and the tip of the pen was rubbing in the canvas.

A pen, a second. At this point, Witch Jane had full faith in Lemuwana's investigation of the cause of death, and he had an extremely divisive mental state.

The painter dropped the brush and began to outline the Goddess of Truth with a long strip similar to graphite. The goddess leaned back on her cheek, and the painter was gentle and gentle when the pen fell. A few drawings pulled out the face shape, five officials.

“He's grieving...” said Witch Jane stunned: “The clue is the goddess of truth? …… ”

Vera suddenly took a breath of air and grabbed Jane's sleeve: "Look, look at his script! ”

Witch Jane opened her blind eyes for half a day and just felt like she'd known each other. Vera finally couldn't help reminding her: “That painting in the hallway just now, the dead lady in the spirit bed. ”

“That's his dead wife. ”

Le Muwana drew the line again, wiped it off, redrawn it, wiped it off again. Repeatedly, even Jane kept that face in her head...

There was a lot going on in my head, and countless clues appeared.

“He started schizophrenia a year ago, unable to fight depression and paranoia. ”

“The size fits, it's 170X140… although not the one we were looking for, the frame time is 1736. ”

Le Muwana was born in 1737 and his deceased wife died in 1736.

He painted the Goddess of Truth as the face of a dead wife, fantasized about her death as a “lie”, deluded himself to be a warrior of reversal of time, knocked down a lie with a sickle, and brought her lover back from death ——

“He slit his throat and chest nine times with a sword. He died in the last painting, the most outstanding. ”

The copy was dimly lit, the painter disappeared into view, and the exit opened flashly.

Witch Jane and Vera looked at each other simultaneously...

“Go get the painting! ”

Witch Jane nodded quickly and slowed down for a moment when she went out.

A practitioner who was still looking for a painting passed, and Vera immediately pulled the witch: “Don't be discouraged, little witch! We'll find the duck. There must be a duck! ”

"" … "

The practitioner is relieved to leave.

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

Height 170x140, one small word on the right represents the packing time: 1736.

“What are you thinking?” Vera's side head.

Witch Jane whispered, “I wonder what the lady's name is. ”

The two pushed the wall behind the canvas and the hallway flipped over again, walking out of the copy a few minutes later.

Vera's orbit is slightly red: “It's so depressing. Lemuwana pointed at... her body for three days? Don't you want some? ”

Witch Jane patted her shoulder.

Vera cautioned, "Also, the password hasn't been found...”

The portrait of the young girl that Witch Jane took her to the side was clearly painted by Le Muwana when she was young: "Try again. ”

Light Shadow Barrier Handover.

The girl sat next to the flower garden, and even as her fiancé painted her portrait, she was laughing and moving. The young Lemuwana had a burnt forehead and could not help crying out to the young girl: “Stiémart...”

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

It flashed in a copy.

"Stiémart", François Le Muwana. 1712.

Witch Jane: “Her name is Stiémart. ”

Vera opened her eyes three times: “… eight letters. ”

Witch Jane nodded.

The door to the showroom finally opened.

Witch Jane held the painting and Vera held the knife in case the posture followed him.

It was almost 7 o'clock that the Versailles was covered in morning light, and most of the players hung two dark circles and stayed up to crack the copy.

Vera burst out of nowhere: “The cards have changed again! Inform the players to return to the Royal Chapel...”

Witch Jane's eyes stifled. If Wei Yan is still in the copy, they have plenty of time--

Vera shouted, "Wei Yan, they're out too! ”

Witch Jane suddenly turned a blind eye to Shangwei.

Not surprisingly, this human weapon was the first to crack the copy, and he nodded to the witch, as if on a Sunday in the bedroom of the Clawson Show, saying good morning and then taking his teammates straight away.

Vera was in a trance: "He didn't rob the painting? ”

“...” Witch Jane looked at Wei Yan's back and said hard: “He went straight to the chapel. He's waiting for us to get there, and then he chops...”

Vera lifted her foot on the armrest: “I % @ #...”

At the other end of the corridor, Red Rose Ning Fengbei pushed a thin, greasy fire transmission past and looked at Vera and smiled.

Vera straightened her back for a second, her eyes cold and dignified. I swept my eyes off the fire, looked at the witches again, and my eyes were satisfied.

Ning Fengbei's cold face gradually began to send a "squeak” at the thin fire.

“ ”Light fire:“ Auntie, what did I do to you? ”

When the two disappeared, Witch Jane put down the frame and bowed her head: “Wei Yan needs at least two A-level exercisers to stop it. If we both go up, he will surely have his teammates come up to grab the painting. If only the last one, Wei Yan will come directly to grab the painting, if none of them will be beaten together by Wei Yan..."

At this moment, Caesar, waving in the corridor, glanced at him.

“O witch! Listen to the music. No, we have a stupid ghost here who wants to play the piano, and we have to find 200 listeners--”

Vera Hulu: “You haven't found anyone yet? ”

Caesar slapped his thigh: "No! Who called that ghost an idiot? Well, the crypto box is stuck in the piano crate, and he has to play the piano to make an appearance. ”

Witch Jane straightened her waist.

Vera looked at him blindly.

Witch Jane's word for word opens: “The crypto box is placed in the piano box, and the string strikers fall in a fixed order, which is the 'first password’ that makes the crypto box appear. ”

Even though Caesar didn't understand, he nodded.

Witch Jane explains patiently: "Anyone can play the Ghost song and get the password box. ”

Caesar thought for half a day: "If I could play the piano, why would I be an trainee?" ”

Witch Jane handed Vera the frame, the three of them crossed the hallway, and a lot of people were already surrounded by the bench. By blocking the dazzling sun with curtains, Witch Jane finally saw the ghost floating on the triangle piano.

A middle-aged court musician in Chinese clothing, arrogant and distinct from Le Muwana.

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

Jane sat on the bench.

The crowd stunned and looked at the witch Jane. The ghost also stayed for a few seconds, then his anger rushed toward the witch Jane, his mouth shut silent and arrogant.

My bench.

You go away, go away! Get away from me!

Witch Jane let Luli's projection wear around him.

The last time I thought about it, I read it in the library...

Long fingers skipped the keys and the same sound of a ghost poured out.

This white moonlight face trainer sits gracefully on the bench, and the morning light is platinum-coated for curly hair, with an unpredictable rounded face. The surrounding players stared at each other.

Outside the Versailles Gate.

Chu Chu and Weishi, who were counting a card, kept nagging, even though the Carry teammate was unresponsive and she was transparent.

Chu Chu: "Boss! Shall we stop robbing a princess card? The kind with little skirts, fluffy, lace trinkets. If you can grab it, I promise I won't talk nonsense for an hour--”

“Boss, boss, boss! Who plays the piano? ”

Wei Shi glanced at the source of the sound not far away, the half-open Royal Hall, and the sky sounded wild.

Chu Chuzhu heard “I'm in a good mood” from it and hurried up to the knot.

Triangle piano side.

As the spectrum is accurately interpreted, the string puncher continuously moves like an ancient telegraph machine, combining lengthy telegram codes.

The box slowly reveals corners.

All players, including Caesar, will rush to the piano as soon as their eyes shine...

Witch Jane suddenly stopped.

Caesar shouted, “Witch, come on, keep going! ”

Witch Jane smiled and squinted: “It's done. Help me stop someone. ”

“Wei Yan. ”

The crowd stood still for two seconds.

Wei Yan's human weapon is out of prestige, because Wei Yan eliminated the code box without loss...

Witch Jane decisively overweight: “Guarantee personal safety! Also, get the password box with the free password! ”

The practitioners had a meal, followed by a courageous pound--

“Stop! Stop! Don't be afraid of Wei Yan!”, “Deal!”, “Come on, Witch, let's talk about it...”

Caesar squeezed out the crowd first, pulling the triangle piano with a strong body advantage in a raid position. The 300-kilogram white moonlight player clogged the piano's mechanical box tightly.

The ghost of the court musician was smoked with anger and immediately gave up harassing the witch Jane and yelled silently at Caesar.

Let go!

Stay away from my piano! You rude people--

A minute later, Caesar accidentally defeated a series of piano copy competitors with a strong fist, gaining “priority” in dealing with the witches.

The ghost was already self-contained and disappeared.

In the corridor of Versailles early in the morning, Witch Jane regained her oil painting. Caesar Yang was proud to slap his breasts and pack his tickets: “O witch, don't say it is a Wei Yan, ten brothers can stop you...”

Wei Yan became a big bully who didn't understand anything and bullied valuable artists.

Offsite, Clawson-Fuckingson Show Live Room.

The moment the lens plays back again and Witch Jane grabs the bench, the six seats are guided between repeated screenings to pick out the best view--

The teenager, who had just been beaten out of the studio, removed the machete from his hand and sat in front of the dawn piano. The tiny scratches on one side of his cheek, about half a finger long, had not healed, and his eyes cooled to calm.

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

Gentle dedication.

At Xiangxiang sighed, smiling and covering her chest, exaggerating that her heart was pounding.

The barrage was dense and numb, and the heartbreaking numbness powder of the crowd burst into tears as a sign of the child's emotion.

“# Surprise!” He smashed it into a triangle piano and did something like that.

“# Treasure Witch! ”

“# 1 credit point per person, crowdfunding the Little Witch show! ”

Blood pigeon frowned: “I didn't see the wizard carry the score... how did he do it? ”

In response to Xiangxiang's explanation: "Take a look at the spectrum and you can play it. We call it visual ability. It is related to musical theoretical knowledge reserve, auditory response. And, of course, the little witch player's manipulation was also about the background--"

Xiangxiang smiled: “Memory ability has always been the specialty of little witches. ”

The screen is centered.

Live cameras cut back,

The doors of the Royal Chapel creaked open, and Vera entered first and saw the unexpected.

Wei Yan had already stood beside the portrait of Le Muwana and stood in complete disdain. With the machete behind him, it seemed that the next second could be remitted to Silver Light to practice pocketing and snatching the painting.

Caesar walked in through the door with the same machete as Jane Wow, screaming, “Come on, come on! ”

Veralie falls into the patch.

Wei Di's pupils contracted sharply and his expression was blurred.

The first reaction of this human weapon was to report an illegal team, but the watch showed that everything was fine. Before Wei Yan reacted, Caesar burst in and pushed people back--

“Three minutes!” Vera Speed Estimation.

Witch Jane nodded silently.

Wei Yan no longer had the little broken sword, but a fine machete. At this time, Double A to One S, Vera can hold Wei Yan off for only 3 minutes, conservatively estimated.

Witch Jane lowered the painting and quickly opened the portrait of Lemuwana on the chapel wall, lifting the frame and rushing into the secret passage.

One and a half minutes.

Height 170x140. The portrait of Lemuwana's deceased wife seams tightly with the task frame, and the witch removes the blank frame and replaces it with the noble woman on the spiritual bed -

Five seconds.

Outside the secret passage, Wei Yan finally found the blossom under the siege of Caesar and Vera. The knife shocked Vera's arm and numbness, and the sound of the struggle approached Witchcraft.

Witch Jane's breathing was extremely impatient in the dull air. The airflow seal in the hermetical passage, the light being dark, seems to induce some kind of memory and instinctive response.

His eyes slowed and his hands stabilized when he opened them again.

Password box.

Eight letters. The memory flashed back to the young court painter and his lovely fiancée, who repeatedly called for the girl to sit in front of the frame and the girl laughed like a silver bell.

Her name is Stiémart.

On the caption spindle, the fifth consonant is adjusted, and there is a hidden glow coming from the side. Witch Jane turned around and almost jumped.

Lemuwana, covered in blood, stood silently beside the witch, staring sadly at the dead wife in the painting.

Outside the secret passage, Wei Yan seems to be just one step short of breaking through the defense--

“Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Without further delay, Witch Jane put the last three letters between the electric lightning stone fires and patted the ghost's empty shoulder.

The sound of the machine clicks, ranging from slight to buzzing. Password box opened abruptly!

A dark blue card lays in the middle of the box and is supple and thick.

- Person Car-François Le Muwana (1688-1737).

Witch Jane quickly picked up the card and stuffed it in her uniform, reached up with a backup machete and kicked open the door of the secret passage--

Light enters from inside the chapel.

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

Copy cleared.

Vera and Wei faded pockets simultaneously to rub a sound, and the two teams' original clues cracked. Wei Feng suddenly raised his head. Witch Jane leaps down from the secret exit and joins the battlefield forcefully -

3 A-level trainees join forces.

Wei Yan suddenly seized the witch Jane, and the blade swept backwards and backwards, without a trace.

Witch Jane took a long sigh of relief and reached for the cards in her uniform and nodded to Vera.

Vera's eyes flashed.

Caesar hey hey knocking knife: "O witch! - Handsome. - No! Look at that password box...”

Witch Jane smiled and squinted: "Go, go to the library. ”

Caesar shouted, "What are you doing there? ”

Witch Jane explained: "Take the score, I only took the first movement —— and, go and confirm the password. ”

Pine, moss, and blue wind chime aromas come from the bookshelves, and the three of them avoid the crowd and pull out the spectrum in a solid wood bookcase that falls into the dust.

Thanksgiving, Jean-Baptiste Luli.

Caesar quickly dusted the spectrum and opened his eyes: “Call this name...”

Witch Jane followed Luli's name through the file and pulled out two more copies of her head. Vera closes in and flips the book.

“Luli spent most of his life composing for King Louis XIV. This Italian composer has been indulged in the charm of the king since his first arrival in the palace...”

Caesar: “??? Is Luli a woman? Ghosts are men! ”

“…” Vera looked at Caesar in a trance, pointing to the book: “Luli is a straight man with a family. And Louis XIV is a straight man. ”

Caesar wondered, "It's a heart-to-heart thing to see.”

Vera at the table: “Admire, do you understand? ”

Witch Jane pointed to the Royal Bourbon portrait on the side of the lower library: “The second one on the left. ”

Caesar: "Damn, this Lori looks great! ”

Witch Jane hurriedly corrected, because of the oil painting card, he and Vera had no better idea of the portrait of the entire Versailles Palace: “… this is called Prince Louis XIV, when the king was a child.” He looked at the information and explained: "Louis Luli, 6 years old and a young king with an introverted personality, was Professor Luli who made his first pair of dancing shoes for him and encouraged him to perform ballet in front of the royal family in order to foster confidence. ”

Caesar said, "Got it!” Play with the cultivation.

Turning to the back page, Caesar suddenly remembered: “I still have a hint on this card. What's 1687? The password box is 11 letters...”

Vera turns to 1687 and sees Luli's passage --

“It's where the sun shines that makes sense to me. ”

“He's referring to the Sun King.” Witch Jane spoke to the book. Luli was undoubtedly proud of his glory when Louis XIV conquered Europe. Louis XIV fell and his life was in jeopardy, and Luli abandoned the basin of his wife and son to play the piano for him outside the window for a night.

“1687.” Vera approached the page and said softly: “In 1687, Louis XIV recovered from surgery… Luli rehearsed the Thanksgiving performance to celebrate the king. This is Luli's last song to Louis XIV, yet the musician has lost the king's petition and waited alone in the playing room for the arrival of the Sun King. ”

“Louis XIV was absent from the show and the king was supposed to be the only audience. Luli played the full" Appreciation "to an empty audience and died of serious illness after this performance...”

Witch Jane nodded: “The ghost floats in the Palace of Versailles, whenever he plays" Gratitude "late at night, waiting for the king to arrive. He was eager to listen, so the second task of the piano was to ‘get 200 listeners together’. ”

“But there's only one audience he really wants. ”

Vera sighs: "Louis XIV, the password is Louis XIV. ”

Jean-Baptiste Lurie, French Baroque composer, born in Italy, 28 November 1632-22 March 1687.

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