Players Please Get In the Car

  Chapter 224 Abnormal Player

  Xu Huo looked back at Pan Siming, but Pan Siming smiled at him, and looked at the portrait just now.

   "Is there something wrong with that painting?" Fan Shiji hesitated and said, "Did we miss something?"

   "Anyway, I didn't see anything." Xu Huo said: "There are so many paintings here, even if there are fake ones, they won't be placed at the gate."

   "What you said makes sense." Fan Shishi nodded, paused, and said, "Let's look at it separately."

   When he spoke, he made a gesture quietly, signaling himself to check on the progress of others.

  Xu Huo didn't stop him, he lit a cigarette slowly and looked over one by one.

   "Do you have more? Give me one." The woman in leather who had left earlier came to him.

  Xu Huo handed her the cigarette case, and offered to light a cigarette for her, but the woman in leather just waved her hand after smoking a cigarette, "I have a lighter. Thanks."

   She left after finishing the cigarette.

  Xu Huo continued to look at the painting.

The general situation is similar to what the man in the turban said. There are 82 paintings, of which 61 have content, but the types are different. There are oil paintings, sketches, and even a few photos. The things in the paintings are also different. There are portraits, group photos, objects, and landscapes. In addition, the painting styles are also quite different. Some of them lack color, and black and white are prominent and depressing, while others are thick and colorful, and the colors are bright and dazzling.

  In short, these sixty-one paintings express strangeness in various forms, and there is an electronic timer under each painting, and the countdown varies from five hundred hours to two hundred hours.

   There are also twenty-one blank picture frames, filled with white paper, scattered on different huge pillars.

   Unlike the picture frames with pictures, there is no electronic timer under these blank pictures.

   After turning around for more than two hours without any results, the players gradually gathered under a single statue of a character placed in the center of the art gallery.

   "What do these countdowns mean?" Ni Tian rubbed her eyes and said, "My eyes are almost blurred, but I can't tell which one is a fake."

   "I also took a few paintings and tried it, but the game prompt was not triggered." Xieman said.

  Other players have obviously taken the painting, but also got nothing.

   "I think we may have misunderstood the direction." Deng Yu said: "The fakes mentioned by the game may be different from the fakes we understand. You can see that there are a few black and white photos in these collections. This can't be called a painting."

   "I took the photo just now, but there was no response." Pan Siming frowned and said, "This shows that at least the category of photos is not a fake."

   "You mean, among all the paintings, some of the paintings with common characteristics may be fake paintings?" The woman in leather clothes took the conversation, and when she turned her head, the hoop earrings under her earlobe shook, "This is impossible."

   "If this is the case, this game is too simple. All the painting styles here are outstanding, and it is easy to pick out the categories. As long as one person finds fake paintings, wouldn't it be a bunch of them?"

   "But we haven't found any fake paintings yet." Fan Shishi said cautiously, "We haven't found any of them. Is it too early to discuss the characteristics of fake paintings now?"

   "Fake cleverness." The gloomy man sneered, and he didn't know who he was talking about.

   "Then what clues do you have?" Xieman stared at him, "You pretend to be sophisticated when others say something, and you have some real information if you have the ability."

  The gloomy man said coldly: "You don't need to provoke me, I have some ideas, and I can tell you."

   "Say it!" Deng Yu urged.

  The gloomy man knocked on an electronic timer nearby, "Don't you think this timer is weird?"

   "This is a countdown, but why is there a countdown for the collections in the museum?"

   "The remaining time for the exhibition of the collection?" Ni Tian said.

  The gloomy man pulled his face when he saw her talking, "If you want to listen, don't interrupt."

  Ni Tian blushed, and immediately pursed her mouth tightly.

   "Don't play tricks, just tell me." Pan Siming said.

"Since none of the paintings we touched just now are the ones required by the mission, and the fake paintings are indeed inside, adding this countdown means that it is very likely that the fake paintings can only be identified or selected within a certain period of time." Gloomy The man said.

   "What time is that?" A soft voice sounded, and everyone turned around, only to find that the little girl dressed as a maid was speaking.

  Facing the eyes of everyone, she smiled shyly, touched the back of the complaining man's hand carefully, and said, "Lu Gang can't speak, but don't be scared by his appearance, he is a very good person."

   Lu Gang, who was three heads taller than the little girl, rolled his eyes, and his triangular eyes slanted to the side.

  The little girl trembled reflexively, and then forced a smile: "My name is You Huanhuan, I am a white player, and the Hundred People Art Museum is the first copy I made."

The eyes of Xieman and the others beside him moved slightly, but they didn't say much. Instead, the gloomy man said unceremoniously: "I have met many women who pretend to be weak in the game. They look harmless to humans and animals, and their hearts are stronger than anyone else. black!"

  You Huanhuan's eyes turned red, and she grabbed Lu Gang's clothes subconsciously, but was thrown to the ground by him in the next second. Lu Gang's eyes were red, and he grabbed her throat with one hand and lifted her up.

  You Huanhuan kicked his legs and rolled his eyes until his hands and feet were almost exhausted. Sheman and the girl in leather went up to stop Lu Gang. They hugged You Huanhuan, and Pan Siming and the others went to pull Lu Gang.

   Unexpectedly, Lu Gang was very manic. He opened the door with his hands and yelled at them, but his voice was not very clear.

   "He has no tongue!" Fan Shiji exclaimed in shock.

   All the players present were startled and retreated one after another, but after Lu Gang roared twice, he rushed to one side and smashed at the wall of the art gallery!

   "I haven't seen such an abnormal player in the game." Xu Huo looked at his back.

On the other side, You Huanhuan got out of breath with Xie Man's help, coughed and said: "Actually, he can't be blamed, he seems to have had his tongue cut off in the previous dungeon, when I met him he was not very normal now."

   "Then why are you still with him?" The woman in leather pointed to the fingerprints on her neck, "Aren't you afraid that he will go crazy and kill you?"

  You Huanhuan shook his head, "Because he saved me, and although he was a bit rough, he wouldn't really hurt me."

  The players present looked at her with subtle eyes, but at this moment, Lu Gang, who had vented his anger, came back and sat down next to You Huanhuan, staring straight at the gloomy man.

  The gloomy man narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "I guessed the specific time, but I'm not sure. You can try it after a while if you want."

   "The game reminds you not to walk around after the lights are turned off." The turbaned man looked around, "Is it safe to come out?"

   "This may be the key to the game." Pan Siming said after pondering: "Whether the idea is right or not, you have to give it a try."

   "But night is a dangerous time in any dungeon, it's best to go with you."

  (end of this chapter)