I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 455 Games
Luden?

The name is quirky and takes some effort to remember.

"Mr. Luden, sit back, I have a hair dryer in the room, if you need it."

John could see that Luden had just come out of the lake and was not in a good condition and needed to be taken care of.

"No need to trouble, thank you, I am very grateful to be taken in here."

Luden declined John's offer and sat back by the fireplace.

John simply introduced everyone present to him,

"These people are my colleagues, professors at Carleton University."

Carleton University, the top university on this planet, has cultivated the most top talents from all walks of life.

Being able to hold a teaching position in this university requires not only talent, ability, qualifications, background, but also a little bit of luck.

In other words, among the six people present, any one of them is a master in their own industry.

"Jack, professor of psychology, and his wife, Meg, of the art department."

John pointed to the people around Luden,
"Professor Griffin, who is closest to you, is from the medical school, but he has been banned from the operating table due to alcoholism."

Griffin, with a red nose, picked up the bottle and took a sip before realizing it was empty.

John was right about one thing, he did drink a lot.

He threw the wine bottle aside casually, and yelled dissatisfiedly,
"If you don't let me drink, you might as well kill me."

Luden noticed that Griffin's hands would never stop, could not be still, and would shake unconsciously.

He really couldn't be on the operating table like this.

"Two other gentlemen."

John was about to introduce, but was suddenly interrupted by Meg.

"My God, what is this?"

Meg stood by the wall, looking at a picture on the wall.

Jack glanced at it and said casually,

"Isn't this just an ordinary painting?"

The painting on the wall did not leave any deep impression on him, and the paintings were similar in his eyes.

John looked very flat, without any fluctuations and said, "A gift from a friend."

Meg just glanced at it and felt unable to look away.

The style of this painting undoubtedly belongs to Van Gogh.

But she knew every work of Van Gogh, and this painting did not belong to any of them.
There are only two possibilities, either, this is an imitation, or, this is the real work of Van Gogh.

No matter what the situation is, Meg feels that the trip is worthwhile. Her soul is all on this painting at the moment, and she doesn't care about other things at all.

Meg asked bluntly, "Is this a painting by Van Gogh?"

The corner of Luden's mouth twitched.

Before coming, Luden has been told that in order to facilitate his integration into this conversation, the history of the entire world is the same as that of the previous Gods and Fog.

Of course, these histories have hidden the role of 'Luden'.

John shrugged and didn't answer the question. He didn't know whether it was because of his disdain, or because he didn't think it was worth answering.

Griffin opened another bottle of wine and asked casually,
"If this is the real thing, how much can it sell for?"

His tone was very disdainful, Meg glanced at him coldly, and turned back,

"Ten years of funding for your college."

"so much?!"

Griffin took a swig of wine and said half-jokingly,

"John, I want to take this painting. You know, we are short of funds!"

John waved his hand, as if acquiescing to the joke.

Meg was a little annoyed, and she wanted to grab Jack's ear and yell,

"Idiot! There is a treasure trove in front of you, and you only know how to fish! Fish!"

Of course, she couldn't do such a thing in front of so many people.

Jack invited her more than once to come to this wooden house for a holiday, but Meg ruthlessly refused.

After getting permission, Meg carefully took down the painting and began to study the frame, canvas, and paint.
Although she has a bad temper, she is an expert in this field with a particularly vicious vision.

The more she observed, the more terrified Meg became, feeling her heart beat countless times faster.

This painting. Could it be real?
They ignored Meg, who was not very gregarious.

Jack saw a gadget in the kitchen,

"What is this, a new fish you caught?"

What Jack was holding looked like a fish bone, but he had never seen such a fish bone before, and he couldn't think of what kind of fish it was.

Griffin just glanced at it and blurted out, "Jack, you must be drinking too much, this is a human bone."

Jack shuddered and almost threw the bone out.

Among the two people who had been silent all this time, one of them reached out to take the bone, observed it for a while, and then nodded slowly.
"It's indeed a human bone, but it's already a fossil. In the time of the Osmanis, they would collect such trophies after killing their enemies. John, where did you get this thing?"

Obviously, he is a professor of history and knows a lot about things that happened thousands of years ago or 1 years ago.

John smiled wryly,
"Would you believe me if I said a friend gave it to me?"

"I wish I had more friends like this."

The two of them made discoveries in the wooden house one after another, and the rest of them immediately became excited, ignoring Lu Deng, and began to scan the surroundings, feeling that the wooden house was like a treasure trove, and they were explorers.

"Mind if we look around?"

"Please, treat it as your own home."

Everyone soon made a new discovery.

"A 120-year-old spear? John, you've been tricked. This wine doesn't have such a long history."

"What is this, a Bible with the author's signature? John, this kind of joke is not funny. You know, the Bible was compiled and compiled by later generations, and its author ... sued me for offense. It is impossible to have an autograph."

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Everyone's feelings have undergone earth-shaking changes in a very short period of time.

At first, they thought they had strayed into the treasure house by mistake.

Now, they find themselves in knockoff merchandise stores.

The things here seem to contain historical details, but they are actually full of loopholes.

Calling them fakes is an insult to fakes.

Jack even finds a wooden globe engraved with the time it was made before traveling around the world!

Everyone's shock and expectation at the beginning turned into complaints and jokes.

John, who was sitting at the table, took a sip from his glass and said calmly,

"How about we play a game?"

game?

Everyone put down the things in their hands and looked at John.

Their question is not answered, but the other party invites them to play a game?
Many people are interested.

Why, they wondered, did John waste so much money on these fakes.

"It's not the first time I've played this game. To be honest, I quite like this game, because every time I play it, I have a different experience."

John blinked, and the slyness slipped out of the corner of his eyes,

"Suppose, I mean hypothetically, suppose a man lived from the Stone Age to the present day, what would happen to him?"

　There are 5 days left, and there are 6.7 words left. I feel that I can't finish writing. Please save me, Qingfeng thief

　　
　
(End of this chapter)