Sculpture is a kind of plastic art.
Human beings are born to be visual animals. Everyone understands that there is beauty and ugliness in the world, and those sculptors know how to construct the shapes and colors with darkness and brightness, simplicity and complexity.
The sculptor, who is also skilled in this art, was looking at these works at this moment until a gentle male voice came to his ears.
"Ghost Shark, did you find anything?"
"No, doctor, I was just wondering whether the capture of the killer whale and another operator was intentional or an accident."
The graceful silver-haired girl spoke softly, as if talking to herself.
Beside her, the silver-haired woman whose hair color was the same as hers but whose figure was a head taller than hers spoke simply: "Rescue the killer whale first and then think about this later, shark."
"I can feel her nearby. 'Her' fluctuations are so obvious that Ulbian can't stay any longer. Something is stimulating her."
"Both Skati and Yela are looking for it, but it is also necessary to adopt the team members' ideas, Gladia."
The voice that only existed in the headset said, and then asked: "So what is the basis for what you just said, ghost shark."
"I told you so, Doctor."
The ghost shark stared at the sculpture in front of him.
The sculpture is of a horse lady, the girl with horse ears raised her head and looked in high spirits.
There are many such sculptures here. After all, this is a sculpture exhibition in Kaimon District, and it symbolizes the family's industry. At the same time, an exhibition with the theme of Takarazuka Memorial is being held.
“Art works have meaning only when they are in the hands of people who know how to appreciate them,” she said. “From these exhibits, I see positive meanings that I am not satisfied with.”
"Energetic, dreamy, gorgeous, proud... just like before."
"..." The tall woman looked at her team member, remaining silent and letting her do what she wanted.
This is not her area of expertise, even though she has considerable artistic appreciation.
The one who understood these words was the doctor who pointed at the headset: "What you mean is that it is not negative enough and does not fit the impression of a group of kidnappers."
"Yes." Ghost Shark turned to look elsewhere and saw the black-haired woman staring at a sculpture. That was her team member and a master of painting. The master seemed to also appreciate it. In the works here, the long tail behind is rhythmic.
In addition, there are several other team members who are scattered in different areas to investigate the venue. Because Rhode Island's previous interrogation and police investigation did not produce results, the current secret investigation was carried out.
"The exhibit itself has no necessary relationship with the members of the pavilion, shark."
Because Ulbian was too sensitive and his presence would be a hindrance, he could only keep his presence in the communication channel like the doctor.
But he didn't expect that the doctor would come up with a surprising counterargument: "No, most of the exhibits in this venue are really the responsibility of the symbolist sculptors. If you think about it, this matter is better than we expected." Winning is complicated.”
"You've made a great discovery, Ghost Shark."
"We should hurry up, doctor, I can feel Yin Samara's increasing instability." No matter what other people's attitudes are, Ulbian is always urging. After all, he is very aware of the danger that exists. He was even more worried about the safety of the team members he led.
"Of course, let another group be responsible for figuring out the tasks behind it," the doctor reminded. "The team members who are still visiting the venue should also be ready to take action."
"Yinnes and Mulseth are conducting layer-by-layer detection, and I believe there will be results soon."
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Yinnes?
Staring at the back of the woman with black hair and black clothes that was almost the same as in the impression, watching her walking away towards the stairs of the second floor, the young man who knew "Born in the Night" was thoughtful.
At this moment, the blue slanted windows faded away the heat of the sun and were processed into bunches of isolated square frames. He stepped on the dark hiking shoes in the square frames and continued to step into the otherworldly exhibition hall. .
Another world, no doubt.
The exhibition hall is like a kind of unfolded boundary. When you step into it, you can feel that all the troubles - including the heat of summer, have faded away.
It's quiet and cool here, with only scattered footsteps.
This is Hall 1 of the venue, and Omer should take everyone to Hall 2.
Will we see other Rhode Island operators next?
The speculation about the focus of the action was confirmed, and Omer did not feel dissatisfied with being "marginalized". On the contrary, he breathed a sigh of relief.
If there is a main team, I will be the substitute, so the pressure will always be less.
Like him, Nian, Omer, Undertaker, Lapland, and Mostima, a combination of exactly five people, can sit in an Internet cafe for five consecutive times, or find a dog to go to Egypt to beat people.
Not a bad team number at first glance.
But in fact, except for the Undertaker who was indeed vigilant enough, the other four people all had their own appearance, and they didn't look like a real team at all.
Lapland and Nian seemed to have really come here to see the exhibition, each standing at a place not far away looking at the exhibits, while Omo himself, leading Mostema and the Undertaker, looked around, wandering around.
He thought that two teams would always be more efficient than one, and thought that he might be able to go back earlier. It just so happened that Tachyon had just sent a message asking him when he planned to go back.
Although it's just a simple yin and yang, it doesn't seem to be a training problem, but as a trainer, I still want to be responsible.
Moreover, Kelif may contact him at any time, so he also has a sense of time urgency.
In the beginning, I just planned to help Texas and Angel Angel reduce their work load a little bit... Now I have been completely arranged. Although I am not dissatisfied, I still feel uneasy about unfulfilled promises.
This uneasiness is based on his belief that the action he participated in has nothing to do with those two people, so it cannot be regarded as reducing the burden on those two people.
To put it bluntly, he didn't think Texas and the Angels were qualified to participate in such an operation.
Even Lapland herself was forced to do it, and she was not included in the action team on Rhodes Island.
It's extremely weird that she would force herself into the team like this. There is no Texas here.
In Omer's impression, only things related to Texas would make her take such initiative, but if Texas was not mentioned, what would make her care?
The young man glanced at the wolf girl standing in front of a statue with the mourner, then withdrew his gaze, raised his hand to fiddle with the light screen, and typed Lapland in the search engine.
Omo knew only a little about her, but his biggest curiosity lay in the opponent's thighs that were displayed wantonly due to the summer temperature. Don't get me wrong, he was not a leg control, and he didn't want to try to personally measure the opponent's running legs like Yutaka Nishizaki. Talent.
He just cared about the black crystals on the opponent's legs.
Although the unknown physical signs that prove that he is a person infected with ore disease do exist on the other party, they are obviously different from the memory in terms of shape, division, and density.
This made him curiously ask Mostema: "Has Rhodes Island mastered the technology to cure ore disease?"
"I thought you already knew it," Mastima looked a little surprised, "When most time travelers come into contact with us, they will ask this question first."
"I am not a traveler in the true sense, just a beneficiary of the memory of another world," Omo said, glancing at the deep corridor that no longer had that beautiful shadow, and then turned back, "So it can really be cured. What?"
“That’s why Rhode Island is a part of this world, and they’re excited about the value here.”
"Besides talking about this, do you have any findings about the investigation?"
As she spoke, she looked to the other side of Omo awkwardly.
The taciturn tribesman was standing there.
The Undertaker has been looking this way.
Even with her self-cultivation and indifference, it was a bit embarrassing to be stared at by those eyes that lacked warmth all the time.
Of course, that's always what the mourners are looking at.
This doesn't mean he's angry, but there's always a hint of urging.
From this point of view, Mostima's face is far inferior to that of Omer.
Omer was much more calm than she was. As the main force to divert the attention of the mourners, he didn't feel guilty at all about "I'm trying to catch a fish."
His eyes were just busy wandering between the statues in the distance, the pedestrians passing by, the guards standing not far away, and some staff introducing the exhibits. He turned around after hearing Mostima's question. Come:
"There are two groups of suspects, and this is not the starting point. Let's go to Exhibition Hall No. 2 first."
As he spoke, he glanced at the light screen that had already returned to private mode, swiped a few times and re-entered the search key.
"This venue is not only an exhibition, but also serves as a hotel."
"Hall 2 is not only a sculpture exhibition, it even has paintings and a billiards hall," Omo knocked on the headset, "Nian and Lapland, follow up, and pay attention to the movements of your colleagues."
"colleague?"
"Other Rhode Island operators."
Omo explained, while taking steps, he also looked at several walls.
"Pay more attention to the walls."
Recalling what he experienced in that super dream, the destructive power of Jin Guqiao's body hitting his face, and recalling the octahedron structure above this building, he could imagine what it would look like when that thing collapsed.
But compared to this, the biggest problem is not that if there is a fight, will these tourists be easily injured by accident?
Even if the barrier is deployed, they will be enclosed unless they are evacuated from the beginning——
Just when he thought this, he heard a rapid and sharp siren.
Then the wall itself collapsed like a machine room, revealing a row of red police lights and a female broadcast:
"Major fires occurred in venues No. 2 and 3, accompanied by second-level earthquakes. Visitors are requested to evacuate in an orderly manner to avoid being involved in the accident."
"Repeat it again, No. 2, No. 3..."
…
Along with Ma Niang's virtual image projection, the Symbol Chatterbox spoke in sync with the broadcast, completely destroying the silence in the venue.
"Evacuate in an orderly manner! No crowding!"
While the tourists were moving around in a hurry, the staff were working hard to maintain order. Among them, Omo and the others standing there stood out.
"There is no star gate here, and the dimensional earthquake is too fake," Lapland looked at the group of people rushing to leave, then looked back at Omo, who was frowning, "What are you thinking about? Temporary captain."
"Wondering whether this is a signal to start a war or a solid advice."
Omer said, turning his head to look in the direction of Hall 2.
Lapland just opened the restraint bag hung by the security check and released two long knives with unique shapes: "Whatever, it's definitely right to prepare for battle first."
"Indeed, everyone, please prepare for an encounter."
Omo was a little helpless.
He had just begun to follow the path of the two missing people, and he had to face this kind of surprise.
And it also feels like...it's a teammate's problem.
