Players Please Get In the Car

  Chapter 223 Blinking Portrait

  This art gallery has a large area. According to visual inspection, the distance from the deepest mural wall at the entrance is at least 300 meters, which is about the length of three football fields. It is more like a palace than an art gallery.

There are relief murals on the walls on both sides and the dome above the head. There are three huge crystal chandeliers under the dome. The light is enough to project every corner of the art gallery. There are also small lights with soft lights in the slightly backlit place behind the giant pillars. , for easy viewing of paintings.

  The paintings in the art gallery are hung around the circular pillars.

  Passing around the gatepost, Xu Huo and the others saw the other players participating in the dungeon.

  Six men and four women.

"Everyone is here." The first person to speak was a male player standing directly in front of the gatepost, "The news that should be known has been mentioned in the game. There are twelve people in total. The first task is to find a picture Fake painting, the next two tasks are hidden, and the second task should be displayed after the first task."

   “Usually such dungeons only need to complete one task to clear the level at low altitude, so as long as we find fake paintings, we can get a return ticket.”

  After he finished speaking, seeing that no one else had made a statement, he took the initiative to introduce himself, "My name is Pan Siming, and I have done four E-level dungeons before, a white player."

  Several eyes around him cast their eyes on him, but Pan Siming said with a smile: "The classification of players starts with the first trial train. Players who haven't killed anyone on the train don't mean they don't have combat power."

Not far from him, a gloomy man with a dent in his chin sneered: "I don't know if you have combat power, but this dungeon is definitely not about finding a fake painting and all players clear the level together, instead of pretending to be good friends here Why don't you see if there are twelve fake paintings in the art gallery."

  After he finished speaking, a young man with a hood next to him said: "I just saw that there are at least two paintings hanging on every pillar here, except for some blank ones, about seventy or eighty paintings."

   "But to be honest, these paintings look like fakes and have no display value at all."

   "So it's hard to say that there are really twelve fake paintings."

  The gloomy man snorted and left on his own.

   As soon as he left, the woman in a leather jacket standing behind him blew the bubble gum with a "snap", and the braids on her head also left.

  The others looked at each other, and then Pan Siming said, "It's better to take care of each other, but we don't force it."

After he finished speaking, a tall man in a tank top and shorts grabbed the hand of the little girl dressed as a maid next to him, and dragged her to the depths of the art gallery. The little girl wanted to turn around and say something, but before she opened her mouth, the tall man After pulling it, he trotted behind the man.

   "Pervert." A beautiful woman with short hair folded her arms and cursed.

  The man standing next to her said: "Don't be fooled by appearances, that little girl is still a player no matter what."

  The beautiful woman looked at him, and the man introduced himself, "My name is Deng Yu, a black player. This should be the third dungeon I made. Compared with you, I am a fresh rookie. Please take care of me."

  The beautiful woman rolled her eyes, "Sieman."

   The rest of the people who stayed introduced themselves once.

In addition to the gloomy man, the woman in leather clothes, the strong man, and the maid girl who left, Pan Siming, Deng Yu, Xie Man, Xu Huo and Fan Shiji were left behind, and the remaining three were Gao Jun, Ni Tian and a player. The person whose nickname is Octopus Kaxiong is the turbaned man of Shuhua.

  No matter the real name or the pseudonym of the people present, he is the only one who uses the player's nickname.

  The man in the turban touched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "This is the second copy, I don't know the rules, can't I use a nickname?"

   "Of course." Ni Tian showed a charming smile, "Anyway, we won't meet the second time."

  The hooded man also laughed, "You can call me Big Bear."

  Eight players, except for Pan Siming, Deng Yu, and Fan Shiji, all of them are black players.

   "It's great that there are no cannibal players." Big Bear patted his chest gratefully.

"You only do one dungeon without knowing the situation. In fact, the more dungeons you make, the less obvious the advantage of cannibal players will be." Ni Tian said: "Because in general, dungeons can get evolutionary agents, not only cannibals Players can evolve physically, and there are also characteristics that can make up for shortcomings."

  Big Bear has a teachable expression.

   "Since everyone knows each other, let's go to see the paintings first." Pan Siming said, "There are still three hours before the lights are turned off, enough for us to see all the paintings."

   After matching up the names of the people and editors, and getting some news that seems to be true or false, the players still look at the paintings separately.

  Xu Huo stood in front of the gatepost and looked at the two paintings above.

  The first one is an oil painting of figures. A man in tattered clothes stands in front of the glass window, with a thin face and protruding eyes. With the black background behind him, it looks like a horror painting.

  The second piece is a sketch. On the black and white drawing paper, there is only a paper umbrella with a broken edge placed obliquely. The ground and background are painted black in large areas, with heavy shadows.

   There is an electronic screen under each of the two paintings, and the numbers on it are constantly beating.

"Still Time, Silent Umbrella..." Fan Shiji read out the names of the two paintings from behind, and said in bewilderment, "The name of this painting is too strange, and it looks so curious, it doesn't look serious at all. painting."

   "Is there a clock below? It looks a bit like a countdown."

  Xu Huo touched his chin, "Only these two pictures don't look like real paintings."

   "Would you like to take it off and have a look?" Fan Shiji asked.

  Xu Huo nodded. The two were about to pick up the painting. Pan Siming, who was watching their movements not far away, stopped him and said, "It's best not to touch the painting casually before you're sure."

   However, Fan Shiji had already held the painting in his hand.

   "Why didn't you say it earlier!" Fan Shishi anxiously wanted to hang the painting back up, but unexpectedly, his hands slipped and the painting fell to the ground.

"Bang Dang" made all the players scattered in the art gallery raise their heads, and the gloomy man opened his mouth and cursed, "You are stupid, aren't you? The premise of authenticity is that the painting cannot be damaged. If you cause any trouble, I will kill you first!"

  Fan Shishi blushed from being scolded. Although the other players didn't speak, their faces were not very good.

  Xu Huo picked up the painting, checked it, and wanted to hang it back after confirming that it was not broken, but when he turned around, he saw the man in the painting blinking.

  Seeing him standing still, Pan Siming immediately stepped forward, "Did it break?"

   "No." Xu Huo hung up the painting.

  Pan Siming's eyes lingered on him for two seconds, then turned around on the painting before saying, "Be careful."

  Xu Huo nodded, moved to the giant pillar next to him, and then looked at other paintings.

  Fan Shishi followed behind him, and whispered: "Pan Siming is still staring at us, just slipped his hand, do we need to guard against us like thieves?"

  (end of this chapter)