Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

The enemy was attacked on the back and his sides were pinched.

Willa was quicker than Wu Jin, and her sabre waved to Wei Yan--

A click.

As with the previous warriors, the sabre broke crisply. As soon as Vera's eyelids jumped, Wu Jin stopped Vera instantly. Wei Yan was able to change into a long sword, and it must be that the long sword was stronger than the decorative knight swords everywhere in Versailles.

"Lemuwana-" Wu Jin blurted out before Wei Yan started.

Wei Yan made a move.

as expected.

Wei Yan has enough conceit to eliminate Wu Jin, but he can't possibly need the clues in Wu Jin's hands.

Regarding the painter Lemoine, who died in a pool of blood, the password and oil painting tips were divided into two, half in Wei Yan's hands and half in Wu Jin's possession.

Unless clues are put together, both of them can only break through the level of "violent enumeration" in Nuo Da's oil painting maze.

"Cue." Wei Yanyan asked briefly, the blade of the sword glowed in the cold and cold light of the "Giant" oil painting.

Wu Jin forcibly calmed her heartbeat, at the same time she seemed to be slow to compromise-

The teenager jumped suddenly, pulling Willa, who reacted with the same muscles, quickly turned and fled between the "giant" and Wei Yan.

Two A-level trainees without weapons have a slim chance of winning in front of an S-level trainee carrying a machete.

Wei Yan stared at the back of Wu Jin for a long while, and lowered his head to wipe the blade.

Then hold the handle with both hands.

Behind Wu Jin, footsteps sounded again.

Wei Yan's form prediction is extremely accurate, and the position of the "giant" is chaotic, but he was found out by the S-class trainee in a limited time. There are many ways to catch Wu Jin, and he chose the one with the least effort and efficiency.

Help the giants.

Wherever Wu Jin and Willa flee, they must avoid the giant's soles of stomping in Spanish towns, and then bump into Wei Yan with a sullen head. No matter how the two men snaked out of position, I could not escape Wei Yan's calculations.

When physical strength is exhausted, Wei Yan will have the absolute advantage to force him to ask for clues.

——The entire “weapon” in the entire scene was collected by Wei Yan and watched by the little girl who was protected in the rear.

There is only one place.

A giant French army stood behind the giant.

For five minutes, Wu Jin covered her ribs and gasped. The shower smashed from the top of the copy, and between the lightning flashes and thunder, a little gray shadow was cast on his remaining vision.

As soon as Willa gritted her teeth, she would take a torch from the post-war ruins to find Wei Yan duel.

Wu Jin quickly wiped off the rain on his face, and the strong wind hung unknown book pages to his face. The entire copy was filled with corpses, weeds, and carry-on baggage when the townspeople fled the battlefield. Wu Jin scanned the pages of the eye book and waved away when she saw that the relevant historical materials were useless.

"The Peninsula War (1808-1814), Spain called the War of Independence, one of the glorious achievements under the crown of Napoleon Bonaparte, reshaping France's glory during the reign of Louis XIV ..."

"Giant" is a serial copy embedded in the court artist's copy. Since it is a copy, there must be a way to crack it.

Wu Jin's curly hair had been wetted by the rain, and he forcibly pulled Willa, who was also wet, "Find the weapon first--"

Another page of narrative floated.

"Dear Joseph Bonaparte, the king of Spain was born in 1808, and the Northern Territory of Australia was named after him. The court painter His Excellency Francisco Goya painted in the same year ..."

Wu Jin's pupils shrank.

"The court artist ..."

Willa couldn't keep up with his thoughts: "What?"

Wu Jin quickly said: "The court painter-the painter of" Giant ", Francisco Goya is also a court painter."

Seeing that Vera's face was blank, he explained again: "In 1808, Napoleon defeated the Spanish Resistance and appointed his brother Joseph as King of Spain. Goya's court in Spain in 1808 may only be Joseph's royal painter."

"At the time of the Peninsula War. Not only did Spain have protesters, but they also supported Napoleon, a liberal who believed Napoleon would give Spain hope. Joseph could not appoint the opposition as a court painter-"

In other words, "Goya is Spanish liberal."

Vera took a long time to understand, pursing her lips: "But--"

The Escape Copies is not a history paper.

Wu Jin held the sword handle again with a nearly free hand, and slowly said, "Goya's position is important."

Any painting is in the true heart of the artist.

"Drawing in 1808, the" Giant ", published in 1812, does not describe Napoleon's aggression against Spain, but the original expectations of liberals-"

"Napoleon, like France, guards Spain that he annexed."

"The theme of" The Giant "is not to invade but to sing. Because the giant is Napoleon." Wu Jin looked at Willa: "Let's go to e120."

Vera: "e120, the giant is there." She snapped suddenly: "You mean Napoleon--"

Wu Jin nodded: "Gamble, will the giant strike us?"

Not far away, the horn of France sounded again. The giant, who had been still for less than half a minute, came towards the town again, and the earth was shaking with his weight. Wei Yanyu lifted a long knife at the same time, intercepting two people to move on one side.

His eyes suddenly flashed.

Wu Jin did not hesitate to walk towards the giant who was conducting a range attack.

The giant towered into the clouds, his feet were covered with dirt and building debris, like a ferocious **** entangled in the town, and he could devour the entire map at any time—

Wu Jin walked slowly in front of it, through the gap between the two huge feet. The soles of the feet shook, but they did not end up crushing Wu Jin, a tiny ant.

The two finally came out of the giant shadow.

To Wu Jin's surprise, the giant was so sunny behind him that the place where Goya had never been pictured in the canvas was extraordinarily peaceful.

"What Goya wants to see." Wu Jin finally opened his mouth in a breath. In the additional canvas, the French troops lined up, the annexed Spanish land was thriving, and everyone looked admiringly towards the giant guarding them.

At a glance, Willa found Wei Yan's long knife on a cart full of ordnance, and even a few rusty fires, and pulled out two copies with a sharp action.

Wu Jin quickly equipped herself, and in the distance, Wei Yan finally realized.

The giant who originally thought it was a copy of BoSS didn't even choose to do it manually.

The humanoid weapon reacted immediately, but Vera first aimed at Wei Yan with a fire urn.

"The places where the giants trampled were all ruins and did not hurt civilians. Napoleon wanted Spanish territory, not endless killings." Wu Jin seized every opportunity to restore physical strength, and stood up after a short while: "In the 19th century, From the 'annihilation', the giants are more concerned about the economic benefits of war colonization. "

According to Goya, the Spaniards against Napoleon fell into panic and suffering, and the subjects who were willing to be protected by Napoleon were happy and peaceful.

Wu Jin turned around.

Wei Yan saw Huoyan.

The original winning ticket discolored the face, although Wei Yan's facial action range was completely insignificant.

"Let's go." Wu Jin embraced Huo.

With Wei Yan's physical ability, it is not difficult to hide the basic fire of the 19th century. But this is definitely a great opportunity-

"Let's make a deal with Wei Yan."

ten minutes later.

The horn of war blew for the third time.

Vera's fire **** pointed at Wei Yan.

Wu Jin finally pulled out her notebook: "Exchanging clues."

The situation at this time is completely different from before. Although the two sides were still unable to succeed, Wei Yan was no longer superior.

A well-made long knife is not comparable to a firearm. If the two teams must fight for one's life, even Wu Jin's magic marksmanship can cause Wei Yan a lot of suppression. Moreover, Wu Jin's request was not excessive.

After exchanging clues, the two teams can fight again on the basis of fair rules, without touching Wei Yan's bottom line.

Wei Yan was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

Two notebooks with similar covers were exchanged.

The trumpet of the sixth war finally sounded.

The giant led the French army through the last line of resistance, and the sun shattered the clouds, and the liberals cheered.

"It's over." Wu Jin relaxed his shoulders.

In the writing of court painter Goya, Napoleon finally conquered Spain and became the new guardian of the empire.

The export of the copy was open.

Wei Yan took his teammates out first, and Wu Jin followed closely behind. Willa glanced curiously at the closed copy door: "Later Napoleon really ruled Spain?"

Wu Jin opened her notebook and shook her head: "No." Giant "is the fantasy of artist Goya. Napoleon first came to Spain and was warmly welcomed by almost all civilians."

"But he broke his promise."

"People were found to be deceived, they began to rebel against the French army and were oppressed by violence-that was the most painful and chaotic history in Spain. Napoleon was not expelled until the sixth anti-French alliance against the French army was successful.

Behind the giant, there is only more solemn darkness than the rain curtain.

"Gone." Wu Jin gestured. Outside the copy is still a long and quiet gallery.

"Giant" hung quietly.

Several oil paintings in the surrounding area have the same strokes, and it seems that they are also from Goya.

From 1808, 1812, to 1814, and even 1824, the style of painting suddenly fused. From drawing brilliant dreams for the French invaders, praising the Napoleon brothers, to the colorful still life, the promiscuous girl, to the miserable and depressed battlefield, and the insurgents being killed by the French army-

Wu Jin motioned to Willa to see an oil painting hung high.

The giant is devouring pale body.

Draw in 1819.

The giant's intentions are completely different.

Vera stared for a long time, finally feeling: "Goya is also changing."

At the end of the corridor, the sound of the organ again came, and Wei Yan seemed to push away the other wall. Both flames were forced to remain in the copy, and Vera was grieved.

"The Napoleonic era is over," Wu Jin said with a machete, Xiaoyuan smiled and comforted: "Welcome back to the Bourbon Dynasty."

Willa moved her fingers, refusing to rub the little curls.

The two searched along the corridor again. Wu Jin analyzed: "Lemuwana died in 1737 and committed suicide after finishing the last painting. The oil painting we are looking for is 170x140 cm in height and 1737 ... "

Willa was curious: "What did Wei Yan write on his notebook?"

Wu Jin shook her head and said slowly: "There is no password. The clue in his hand is the investigation of Lemuine's death."

Willa grew her mouth.

The black notebook spread out again.

"——The court painter Le Moigna stood at the apex of his life, attracted much attention, and was favored by Louis XV. But he was unable to fight depression and delusions. He started schizophrenia a year ago and imagined himself as a court The conspiracy victim, imagine his colleague jealous of his talents-after completing the last masterpiece, Le Movana died with nine swords.

Long silence.

Willa silently crosses the artist, then hesitates: "... is the code delusional?"

"..." Wu Jin glanced at Whitening Sweet Willa and shook her head: "It won't be so obvious. Depression, delusion-there should always be a reason. Let's find the painting first."

The candlelight went down the frame again.

Willa whispered: "Time saves the truth from lies and jealousy", there should be at least 4 protagonists in the picture, and the model is in 1737. Only the year can be seen from the gallery, and only the wall behind the frame can be pushed into the painting The post-world-"

Suddenly Vera looked at the oil painting on one side corner: "170x140cm, 1737."

In the middle of the picture, four ancient Greek mythological warriors are competing for a duel.

"Push." ​​Wu Jin did not hesitate.

Vera stomped on the wall, the warrior in the canvas raised her fist, and the organ rang suddenly. A **** hole was exposed at the corner of the wall and floor, and the two of them jumped down--

A quarter of an hour later, Wu Jin crawled out of her face. The painting is "Ancient Greek Olympics" by the anonymous author, themed games. Willa, as a noble girl, can still watch in the stands. Wu Jinzhen was ran by the copy npc in the past 1800. After accidentally running out of the group, she was forced to participate in the final.

Willa patted him: "My pot ..."

Wu Jin hurried to comfort, and a few minutes later, the two found a second eligible painting.

The goddess bowed her head in pity, and the three warriors saluted her.

"Only this one fits ..." Willa reminded softly.

Wu Jin finally nodded: "Push again."

The wall flipped, and this time was exactly twenty minutes--

The two of them walked out of the copy with numb faces, facing Wei Yan who had just run 1,800 meters.

The "Artemis Prays at Full Moon" also comes from an anonymous author. Wu Jin was forced to sing the praises of the moonlight goddess among the warriors, and Vera had to follow Artemis to wield a sword to cut off the evil souls who attacked the goddess.

The two teams passed by, snoring in the distance, and there seemed to be other players copying the oil painting card outside the door.

After Wei Yan left, Willa finally complained: "I guess the show crew intentionally-"

The girl suddenly went silent.

The two passed through one of the galleries, and the style of painting changed around them.

In the gallery, the transformation of the same artist is often hung together. Here are five or six more drawings of a woman, from a girl to a woman, to a hammock lying in front of the entrance--

Willa hissed and took a cool breath, but reluctantly looked again.

In the middle of the last painting, only the icy dead lady.

"There is only one protagonist ... unlike Time Saves the Truth, the frame is not in 1737." Wu Jin reminded.

Vera glanced at 1736 in the corner of the painting, and regretted: "The size is right, it is 170X140 ... although it is not the pair we are looking for."

Vera said again, "She must be very happy."

Wu Jin froze.

Willa pulled down Aidou's combat uniform: "She is looking at the painter, with the kind of love."

Wu Jin took a serious look and nodded.

The following hour was long and boring. The two made another copy, met Wei Yan once, and C-level trainee 4 times. Willa said deeply that no matter how good she looked, she couldn't afford the best vision.

Wu Jin thought for a moment: "We give up a hypothesis."

Vera: "What ..."

Wu Jin slowly said: "The canvas draws" Time Saves the Truth from Lies and Jealousy ", framed in 1737, 170x140cm in size. Those that meet the latter two hypotheses do not meet the first--"

"Only representative, paintings that meet all three conditions do not exist."

Willa frowned: "So how do we find--"

"Give up the assumption about the height and width of the frame." Wu Jin finally looked up: "I was wondering if there might be such a situation. The" last picture "mentioned in the notebook, and the picture on the password box, Not a picture. "

"!!!" Vera responded instantly, and the aura of light flashed: "Then we can directly find the 170X140 required for the mission ..."

Wu Jin shook her head: "Use the first two conditions to find it. What appears in the notebook and is pointed out by the ghost must be an important clue."

It's like a test site that the instructor personally assigned before the exam.

The thinking of the two was finally clear. Throwing away the frame size limitation, Willa no longer wastes time on paintings that are far apart from "The Truth of Rescue" until they enter a corner that passes several times-

Willa inhaled softly.

The height and width of 180X148 do not meet the third assumption. In the middle of the canvas, a man with a long beard holds a sickle, and holds a naked goddess with his right hand, knocking two enemies to the ground. One of them was holding a false mask.

Wu Jin narrowed her eyes: "The time with the sickle, the rescued truth goddess, the masked lie, the last one is jealousy."

Without Wu Jin speaking, Willa kicked the wall open.

The two fell precisely at the buffer point, and a line of small characters finally appeared—

"Time Saves the Truth from Lies and Jealousy" Francois Lemoine. 1737.