Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

Six in the morning.

Wu Jin, who had slept for a full seven hours, woke up happily, slumped softly on the pillow quilt, and jumped off the King King Size bed barefoot after being satisfied.

In the main hall of the Grand Trianon Palace, Vera distributes the cut butter buns to Wu Jin, and Wei Shi appears from the opposite direction of the room.

During the live broadcast of the Crossen Show, the blood pigeons have just got up, and most of the audience are still making up for it. Sporadic barrage sighs when they appear in the guard.

Blood pigeon: "?????"

The show pD handed Taiben to him and yawned: "Don't worry, these cp fans can't wait for the little witch and Xiaowei to fight half of the firewood and fire, it's better to hold them together and fall asleep ... hey give me a cigarette, just too lazy to brush my teeth ... "

The live camera was turned again, and it has been cut into an exciting 8-hour fighting highlights last night.

Grand Trianon Palace.

Wei Shi really kept his promise and handed the information to Vera, and immediately disappeared in the direction of Versailles.

"They are going to clear the card of Louis XIV." Wu Jin thought: "It is likely to be the first purple card in the game."

Vera flipped through the books and suddenly remembered what she was worried about: "Fortunately, it was a trading clue for us in the morning. If it was last night-when Montelipan's second round clue came out, other players would ignore the card when they saw the card. Grand Trianon. "

Willa spreads her hand: "I can't make up for it."

Wu Jin was stunned by the small bread, and in his head squeaked out two sentences "The clues will be sent in the form of a wake-up story" and "Isn't this for you to solve a special situation?"

The teenager hurried to bury his head, and the corner of his mouth couldn't control the upward movement.

After the two had finished their rest, Vera finally glanced at his watch: "305 survives, the ball will start at 20pm, and 13 hours."

Wu Jin nodded, and quickly searched through the information.

"Mrs. Montelipan is the most famous mistress of Louis XIV. Her power and ceremonies are higher than that of the queen, and she is called 'the queen of France in essence.'" Willa contrasted a wild history of the Sun King: "Montelip Seven children were born for Louis XIV and were formally deported in 1680. Eventually the king forbade the children to meet with her and forbid anyone to mourn her death ... "

Wu Jin nodded and quickly captured the key words: "In 1680 ... Montelipan was accused by the police of participating in a well-known ... event in 1680."

Wu Jin's meal.

Willa came over to see it and saw a French word appearing in the record: messenoire.

"What does this mean?!"

The two looked at each other, and only a few words were obtained after reviewing all the allegations.

"If this is a royal scandal, the king's first mistress is accused," Wu Jin closed the book. "Louis XIV is likely to take all measures to elute Madame Montelipan and erase the relevant narrative. The clue is not here."

Vera rubbed her eyebrows and watched Wu Jin open the map of Grand Trianon.

"Let's go to Montelipan's room," Wu Jin pointed to one place. "Also, we need to know how she fell out of favor."

Wu Jin walked quickly in the pink marble corridor.

The entire Grand Trianon Palace is dreamy in the sun, pink crystals reflect the gorgeous light, and the grass is dotted with iris and orange trees.

-Both are the natural totems most admired by the Bourbon royal family.

The entire palace was once a gift from Louis XIV to Mrs. Montelipan, and her glory is not comparable to any Queen of France.

Louis XIV was quite generous with his mistress, and it is difficult to imagine how this lady was eventually expelled by the king.

Behind her, Willa flipped through the book constantly. This hyacinth show female player has exceptionally strong dynamic vision-she can accurately distinguish the small print on the page in the long-distance running speed without burden.

"In 1669, Mrs. Montelipan gave birth to the king's first child and hired a tutor. This teacher cannot be a young and beautiful girl, so she chose an older widow-that is, Later Madonna. "

Wu Jin said, "Mrs. Mantenon?"

In the formulating records of the perfume room, the female tutor, Manteno, was mentioned at the same time as Louis XIV, Queen, and Mrs. Montelipan.

Vera turned back a few pages and stunned: "Later, the king was hopelessly in love with the female teacher Mantenon."

The book closed.

At the same time, on the side of King Trianon's palace, Madame Montelipan's room finally opened.

Rich vanilla, jasmine and lisianthus come together. The red velvet drapery hung from the towering roof and hit the quilt's delicate quilt. Facing this big bed is the oil painting of the hostess.

The first beauty of France, Marquis of Montelipan.

The woman in the painting is young and beautiful, and has a taste of clothing that will not be outdated for decades or even centuries. Her apple muscles were soaring, proud and sharp, but she couldn't stop the charm in her bones.

"Any mistress of the king will eventually fall out of favor," Vera shrugged. "Because the king's next mistress is a tutor she hired, Montelippan still has a good card in hand. Although--"

Willa sighed: "Not only did the king fall in love with Manteno, the children also loved the tutor more than his mother."

Wu Jin looked at the lady in the painting and nodded: "Psychological gap."

The two rolled up their sleeves and started to search Monterpin's room. Vera said: "The king's favor is gone, and the property of the Grand Trianon Palace is the most important thing! 31 What's most important in this century, room! "

The female contestant pushed open a wardrobe, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "There are several skirts missing."

Wu Jin immediately said, "Will it be a new clue--"

Willa closed the cabinet and shook her head: "No, it should be Chu Chushun. Being able to be picked out by Chu Chu can only show that this lady is very outfitted, at least a smart mistress."

Wu Jin remembered the large basket that Chu Chu was carrying when she left, she didn't know what supplies, she nodded her expression. Wait for the two to unveil the second curtain of the suite-

Wu Jin kicked back two steps.

This is an old hanging picture. The woman is lying naked on the grass with a red pattern on the back. The priest handed her the baby—to be precise, the baby with an unnatural drooping neck and even a cheek to his bruise's chest.

"The priest's left hand." Willa suddenly shivered.

It was a **** dagger.

"What is this ?!" Vera's expression was almost grim, and the picture was not complicated. Except for the dagger and the dead baby, the portrayal of that beautiful girl, the priest and the scene was exactly the same as the portrait of the 18th century. The sun in the painting is bright, but it makes people chill.

Wu Jin looked at the woman's side face: "It's Mrs. Montelipan." Looking away, the pink marble wall sparkled: "On the east side of the Grand Trianon Palace-" He squinted to distinguish: "Tangerine Forest lawn. "

As soon as the words fell, Wu Jin's cards became hot.

Red dots marking the second round of clues appear on the line's sketchy map.

East of Grand Trianon Palace, e110.

The two looked at each other and turned towards the target.

Wu Jin quickly sorted out clues as she ran: "Montelipan was deported in 1680, and the reason for the accusation was an unknown 'messenoire'-a high probability related to hanging pictures. Prior to this, she had 7 children and also It was Mrs. Manteno, the female tutor, who took the place of Montelipan, at least seven years. "

"The timeline is favored, out of favor, and accused."

"The new tips are the priest, the dead baby, the magic circle—"

Wu Jin pursed her lips: "Immolate."

Willa grew her mouth.

At this time, most of the players were in the Palace of Versailles, and they were obviously the first wave to reach the clue point. The layout on the ground can be almost fake, the red-brown liquid solidifies under the feet, and the soil has new marks.

Under the tree not far away, a few shovel were thrown at random.

"Come on." Wu Jin rolled up his sleeves without hesitation and let Willa let her wind.

The hard soil was far more difficult to deal with than Wu Jin imagined. Almost a quarter of an hour later, a piece of parchment was revealed.

Wu Jin stooped to pick it up, like a broken corner of her handwriting: "She can easily get his heart. And for more than a decade, in order to stabilize Louis's love, I would turn to Catherine every month to sacrifice the dead baby to Mass. To pray for him to change his mind. — Montelipan. "

"Katherine." Wu Jin frowned. "We are going to find Catherine in Montelipan's notes. She should be a regular queen, a woman, knowing the secrets of the court, not a low status, and enough channels to provide thousands. Hundreds of dead babies, for the king's mistress, have completed what they used to pray for solid favor-"Wu Jin's mind crossed a few keywords again.

Sacrifice, priest, mass. messenoire.

messe.

"Immolation Mass, Black Mass."

Montelipan crushed the dead baby on his naked body, and used the mucus from the blood bones and skin tissue to cast, to stabilize the king's love for her.

Vera took a sigh of relief, and her sympathy for Mrs. Montelipan finally turned to aversion.

Wu Jin looked at the hard soil: "There is still something below, I continue to dig down-"

Willa suddenly looked up.

In the distance, two runners ran quickly, and the first one was like a wind. Seeing Wu Jin took a shovel, he quickly went to grab a shovel under the tree, and leaned closer to Wu Jin.

Ming Yao narrowed his eyes with a smile, looking like a big-tailed fox, and the same mistress perfume with Wu Jin had not yet dissipated: "Little witches play mud! Let's slap together!"

"..." Wu Jin has never seen anyone with such clues. Willa calmly approached Mingyao's teammates and divided the battlefield.

Wu Jin thought for a moment, thinking that the soil was hard and hard to break, she simply nodded: "Together."

Instead, Ming Yao watched Wu Jin vigilantly.

Two people, you shovel, I dig with a shovel for a few minutes, Wu Jin left the digging direction away from the hard object that the shovel hit with no trace, Ming Yao suddenly threw the shovel: "You are lazy!"

Wu Jin quibbleed: "I didn't!"

Ming Yao was about to leave with his arms folded: "I won't dig anymore, you play for yourself."

Wu Jin is extremely happy: "Good duck good duck!"

Mingyao turned back three times in one step, seeing Wu Jin stare into the soil, and then drew back between the electric light fire, holding the shovel to intercept the loot.

There was nothing in the soil.

Wu Jin made an expression of sudden realization, throwing a shovel, beckoning to Willa: "Let's go."

Ming Yao was dumbfounded. Quickly squatted next to the big hole that was dug, and beckoned to let his teammates come over: "You see what's in it, am I stupid--"

The teammates were exhausted: "You're just stupid! There is nothing in it, he don't want you! Let's go and catch up with the little witch team!"

Ming Yao patted his head and ran away.

At the Grand Trianon Palace, Wu Jinweila hurried through the corridors, and she chased quickly behind her. As she passed Montelippan's room, Willa threw a stone into the opposite hallway, swiping open the door and taking Wujin to hide.

The chase finally went away.

"We don't have much time." Willa pulled out his machete. "They will find it soon."

Wu Jin nodded, rummaging in Montelippan's bookcase as fast as possible. Romantic novels, legal literature, legal literature, and still legal literature—

Wu Jin had a fingertips meal.

A visitor's note from 1677.

Hundreds of articles were written densely from April to July, Wu Jin glanced at the records and shoved the records into combat uniforms, and picked a few related to religion on the bookshelf.

Willa: "Ready to leave?"

Wu Jin: "Wait for me for half a minute." The teenager quickly pulled out the pen and paper on the desk and wrote a line of small words "Versailles Palace Peace Hall, third cabinet on the left" in the lower right corner of the frame.

"..." Willa watched Wu Jin forge clues and quickly raised her thumb. Except that the font is almost too cute, no problem!

The two quietly withdrew from the side door of the room, and Ming Yao's steps happened to come in from the main door.

Wu Jin slowly brought the door slowly.

They quickly left the corridor with their cats on their waists, looking for a safe area--

Willa suddenly looked out the window.

Beside the big hole dug by Wu Jin, Bo Chuanhuo just came along with the clue and was squatting at the entrance of the cave to enlighten him.

The two immediately hid themselves back to the window, and Willa's heartbeat increased: "Are there things that haven't been dug up yet, will he continue—"

Wu Jin shook her head: "According to the normal player's psychology, only the thing has been taken away."

Outside the window, Bo Chuanhuo thought for a long time, and finally looked at the red rose Ning Fengbei with a weeping face: "Someone snatched a step."

Ning Fengbei's gaze showing his concern for the mentally handicapped: "The person who opened the clue was originally in the Trianon Palace. If I don't take it, I can give it to you? Are you Kongrong?"

The red rose jade waved his hand: "Go, search Trianon Palace!"

Willa Changshu breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Wu Jin with bright eyes. Depending on the situation, Wu Jin believed everything she said.

Wu Jin comforted: "As long as you don't run into trouble, you will search in the palace."

The side door creaked open, and the two cats studied Montelippan's hospitality notes in a room. A total of 26 "Catherine" appeared from April to July. Vera almost blackened her eyes.

In the 17th century France, the ladies obviously like to gather together to name Anne, Mary, Catherine.

Wu Jin followed the records and looked in turn. Most of these "Catherine" were the Countess, the Marquis, the Miss Noble,

He suddenly stopped looking.

Catherine from Paris, a midwife.

"Midwives—" Willa responded instantly: "Those dead babies used for the Black Mass!"

The pages were quickly turned over. The Catherine from Paris visited twice in April, once in May and June, and even three times in July.

Stayed in the sixth room in the left wing every time.

"It's her." Wu Jin finally confirmed. On the other side of the window, Ming Yao suddenly ran out with his teammates and ran towards the Palace of Versailles.

"..." Vera sighed. "I really went to the third cabinet in my left hand."

The door rang, and Bo Chuanhuo and the red rose entered the palace at the same time.

"Wait for them to leave the corridor," Wu Jin said briefly.

Next to the large lawn hole, two more B-level trainees ran, and then the original Bo Chuanhuo posture squatted to zen and patted the thigh for a long time: "I said this hole is empty, it has been taken away!"

Opposite the hallway, the door of Montelipan's bedroom opened, and Wu Jin confirmed from the crack of the door that Bo Chuanhuo entered the bedroom.

"go."

Willa quickly followed Wu Jin away from the hiding place and touched the room of Midwife Catherine.

The sixth guest room in the left wing is simply decorated, with pure white curtains fluttering in the breeze. Vera looked at her watch: "There are still 4 hours before the ball."

Wu Jin nodded, and the two started to look for it with cooperation.

Unexpectedly, a portrait of Catherine was hung on the side of the wall as a reminder to the players.

"It's her indeed." Wei also sighed and looked at the portrait carefully. In the picture, Catherine is about forty years old, wrapped in a midwife's headscarf, and the portrait is held by a demon.

"Her style should not be good," Vera pondered, her fingertips roaming the spine. With countless book-finding and book-turning experiences, she was particularly accurate this time. Opening was just a trial of Catherine's court: "... Using the identity of a midwife, stealing thousands of dead babies, placenta, and holding evil religious rituals, After investigation, the client involved several nobles and the mistress of the king ... Besides selling poison, trying to assassinate the king ... torture ... "

"Montelie Pan should have been her confession. Catherine was arrested at 1680, which coincided with the time when Montelypan was deported." Wu Jin said, opening a note signed by Catherine Lavazan.

——It should be my last visit to Mrs. Montelipan, she asked for Tofana fairy. God, Black Mass has not been able to satisfy her appetite.

——The lady said that if the king no longer loves her, she will be like those Italian women ...

Wu Jin hid the last manual.

Almost all the clues have been collected.

Willa raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Go digging?"

Wu Jin nodded: "Dig the hole and prepare to clear the customs."

The two were waiting to go out, and there was a sudden conversation outside the corridor.

Ning Fengbei: "Are you still useful ?!"

Bo Chuanhuo said: "The word looks like a witch at first glance, as fat as he draws. Well, this copy is extremely simple, what clues to find. Catch the witch!"

"..." Wu Jin froze.

At this moment Vera suddenly reminded: "Wait, the card becomes‘ Torfana fairy liquor ’! And that hole—”

Far away from the window, Caesar and Xiaoran squatted at the entrance, and Caesar took a shovel.

Xiao Ranqi was desperate: "I told you all! Others took the clues early, you still dig, you dig!"

Caesar refused: "Why can't I dig! That's the tarot card, brother, but the son of destiny, maybe someone leaked-"

After talking about pedaling, he started digging.

Willa trembled back and said: "According to the normal player's psychology, only the clues in the hole are taken ..."

Caesar is not a normal player at all!

Wu Jin murmured, waiting for Caesar to dig things out, and grabbing the props from Caesar's hands was as difficult as pushing a copy—

There is only one way.

Wu Jin immediately cut off, opened the door sharply, and shouted, "Bog!"