"fine."

At the moment when Vera was furious, Wu Jin suddenly reached out to stop her teammates: "He gave us the notebook." Wu Jin whispered: "Look at what he was going to do."

The ghost's blood-stained arms were very close to Wu Jin, and you could even see its dry blood clots and the thick white bones that were turned out. The skin was blooming below the neck, which was shocking.

Vera's throat moved slightly and she held Wu Jin's elbow.

Wu Jin comforted softly: "It's just a four-dimensional projection."

The painter has a handsome and pale face and looks thin. Apart from the blood and half-rotten flesh, he has a pair of beautiful hands.

It is hard to believe that he used this hand to stab him nine times with his sword, causing the painter to fall into a pool of blood.

These hands trembled across the paper page, rubbed repeatedly on one side of the notes, and finally stayed in a sentence.

——"He died in the last painting."

The air in the old halls and rooms was dull, and under the burning candlelight of the Heglith Hall, the ghosts faded in a flash.

Wu Jin was still waiting for further questions, but the painter's figure had quickly dispersed.

The last painting.

Wu Jin turned over the page and finally saw the name of the painting.

"Time saves the truth from lies and jealousy" Lemuwana, 1737.

Wu Jin closed the notebook with a snap.

New clues.

The boy finally looked at the direction where the painter disappeared, his eyes passed through the vast zenith painting of the dome, and finally stuffed his notebook into his combat uniform, and took a step and walked quickly out the door.

Vera followed closely: "Where are we going?"

Wu Jin took a deep breath: "Go to the information room. Go to find where the last painting of François Lemuvana was hidden during his lifetime."

Versailles has the richest collection of historical materials in the entire France. As the chief painter of Louis XV, Le Muvana must have recorded his life and deeds. However, the moment the two stepped out of the Hall of Haigrees, Vera suddenly felt something and looked down at the card.

The board surface is slightly hot.

"The card has changed!" Wei La spoke quickly.

The zenith painting originally drawn on the card fades away and turns into a line of flower signatures with light handwriting.

François Lemuvanna.

Vera's heart sank: "Only this card has changed, or all the cards have changed..."

Wu Jin's expression was not optimistic: "The first time a dungeon prompt appears, all cards change at the same time. At most, once a group of players advance the dungeon process, all players will benefit from the clues."

Vera was surprised and said, "This is not fair!"

Wu Jin shook his head and stopped discussing it. Using cards, all players benefit from clues at the same time - such small rule changes aim to reduce the gap between players' "information asymmetry".

I will no longer gain the advantage as easily as I did in the previous knockout rounds.

For most Closson contestants, it is "fair".

"Hurry." Wu Jin could almost imagine that all the contestants were rushing towards the data room quickly.

After the painter's name emerged, the clue advantage of the two in the dungeon was only a notebook in Wu Jin's arms.

The corridor was full of pace, and the two stepped across the deep red velvet carpet corridor and lowered their voices to talk.

"I was wondering what the conditions for the victory of the copy were." Wu Jin whispered: "The first clue, "Highris Ascension Picture", is to introduce the court painter Lemuwana. The second clue is to guide the contestants to pay attention to the "last painting" that relates to the death of the painter. And so on the third clue-"

"The biggest possibility of the entire dungeon is to let the players find out the real cause of Lemuwana's death."

Vera pursed her lips: "Nine swords, each sword hits the vital point. Is it possible that he will kill it?"

"Looking from the wound on the ghost's body to the point of looking alone, it's not like killing him-" Wu Jin suddenly paused and looked forward.

The door of the information room was right in front of me, but someone stepped in quickly before them.

Also looking for painter information Wei Yan.

Vera's eyelids twitched.

"No hurry." Wu Jin quickly pulled Vera. She waited for another two minutes before she slowly walked into the information room among another group of trainees: "Wei Yan's group...we try to avoid head-on conflicts."

The woody fragrance and a faint smell of leather floats between the bookshelf. This information room was a collection of books that were once the French royal family centuries ago. The huge wooden bookshelf touched the zenith, and books and historical materials were piled up in categories.

There have been many contestants gathered in the data room, and the bookshelf staff are complicated.

Wu Jin glanced briefly and took Vera to the court music materials where the contestants gathered together in the inquiring eyes.

There are just two columns of bookshelf separated from Wei Yan.

Just as the two of them hid properly, outside the information room, there was a sudden sound of piano sounding at the other end of the corridor.

The contestants who were still looking for the score were startled and threw down their books and ran out. There were only Wu Jinweila and the other two left in the column.

"The Great scripture song, thank you." The sound of the piano was exactly the same as the ghost playing under the leap layer yesterday. Wu Jin listened carefully and spoke.

Vera was stunned for a moment: "Can you... hear it?"

Wu Jin quickly explained that the instructor mentioned it slightly in the previous music course. This song is orchestral music and was adapted into a piano piece in the copy.

"Little Witch has such a good hearing," Vera did not hesitate to praise her idol at all: "Also memory, this is a talent."

Wu Jin quickly shook his head, and the ears were slightly red. His hearing has always been very good, especially in the dark environment. Something seemed to be ignored in the depths of his memory, but it was soon thrown by Wu Jin behind his head.

Vera smiled and looked at her teammate's little round face, hoping to touch and pinch it.

On the other side of the bookshelf, Wei Yan, who was still looking for information without any surprise, caught the two of them without any surprise. Wu Jin calmly pretended to search in the music score, and his slender fingertips penetrated the pages of the book, rustling sounds.

Wei Yan finally turned around.

Behind the bookshelf.

Waiting for Wei Yan to leave first, Wu Jin spoke silently.

Vera nodded.

The light and shadows between the bookshelf were mottled. Wu Jin was extremely calm and did not look at Wei Yan at all, disguised as a perfect "Piano Card Copy Participant". Wei Yan seemed to be wandering in the "Rococo Oil Painting" books for a long time. In order to relieve his anxiety, Wu Jin forced himself to look past comedy ballet and play, and finally found the song of the scriptures.

He carefully pressed the spine and pulled the score through the gap.

The cover of the music score is plain black and covered with dust, obviously no one touches it. The music music outside the corridor is melodious and melodious. Wu Jin's heartbeat finally calmed down the moment he opened the music score.

He handed the score to Vera: "The score they are looking for, "Gratitude", composer Jean-Baptiste Luli."

Vera looked at it intently and it took her a long time to piece together the melody from the thread score, which was no different from the sound of the piano in the corridor.

The girl looked at Wu Jin and looked in awe.

"Luli, the chief composer of Louis XIV's court." Wu Jin explained.

Thanksgiving is about the gods, but praises the great achievements of the Sun King. This composer's status in Versailles was unmatched. He devoted his life to the Sun King Louis XIV. The style of Luli's songs is ever-changing - the magnificent songs are like "between the lines" and sunlight is shrouded in sunlight.

——"Only where there is the sun, there is the meaning of my existence."

Wu Jin looked at Lu Li’s self-reported sentence.

Vera sighed: "They haven't found this music score now."

Wu Jin: "It is always difficult to find music scores than oil paintings."

Vera raised her eyebrows: "It's not difficult for you..." The girl sighed regretfully: "It would be great if we drew a piano card at that time."

Wu Jin quickly comforted: "Maybe it can still be used..."

During the break between the two of them, Wei Yan, who was outside the bookshelf, finally stopped and looked at a page in the book repeatedly.

Wu Jinwei Laqi beat up.

He found the clue. Vera frowned and silently made an exit-shaped appearance.

A few seconds later, the cards really heated up again, and the two bowed their heads at the same time - similar to what happened in the Heglis Hall. After Wei Yan found a new clue, all cards were changed again. From the painter's name Lemuwana to a sloppy narrative.

"Farewell ceremony for the body, Royal Chapel.1737."

"Royal Chapel-" Vera whispered: "Do you want to go there first?"

"Wait for Wei Yan to leave." Wu Jin whispered. They were not without chips.

The third clue is in Wei Yan's hands, but the notebook is in Wu Jin's place. There must be some important props in the Royal Chapel, but only he and Vera know that before reaching the level, the contestants still need to find the last painting of Lemuwana during his lifetime.

Outside several bookshelfs, Wei Yan finally moved, and the sound of footsteps disappeared into the distance.

Wu Jin vaguely listened to the steps of gradually fading away and felt strange, and reason and logic forced himself back.

Wu Jin guessed that the S-level trainee and his teammate had left, so he reached out to take out two music scores and tried to find out the clues from the gaps in the books.

At this time, it was pitch black outside Versailles' Palace and the lighting was entirely supplied by candlelight. Wu Jin's vision had not recovered yet, and it still took a few seconds to adapt to the shadows set by the bookcase when he lowered his head.

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly.

He clearly remembered that the bibliography after these two music scores had been pulled away by the contestants, and he should have seen the light on the other side of the bookshelf. Wu Jin rubbed his eyes, and the shadow in the gap in the spine became heavier.

Something seems to be blocking your eyes—

The shadow moved wildly.
To be continued...