The accident happened, and it was within Jiang Qian's expectation.
In just one turn, Xiaoyang who was following him suddenly disappeared.
Jiang Qian raised his arrow and looked around. The paintings and graffiti all over the room seemed to come alive. Strange abstract living bodies came out of the paintings and walls, staggering and squeezing towards him.
"Well, a bunch of greasepaint doesn't scare me."
He simply closed his eyes to avoid the bias caused by the two-dimensional perspective, and relied on the high-dimensional perspective of spiritual vision to launch an offensive and defensive battle with the sky full of oil paint in a limited space.
The arrows fired in succession, tearing apart famous paintings, and the strange power transformed by a few lumps of ink disappeared in an instant.
The whole space is restored to tranquility.
Jiang Qian opened his eyes and saw Xiaoyang kneeling on the ground with lifeless eyes. He walked over and slapped him on the forehead!
"Wake up."
Xiaoyang was so excited that she opened her eyes!
Her horrified eyes focused on Jiang Qian for a moment before she gradually regained her composure. Then she immediately leaned down, put her hands on the ground and gasped: "Just now, just now I..."
She accidentally caught a glimpse of a strange human face stepping on her feet. The expression on the face was distorted, as if she had stepped on it and it hurt!
Then, the face opened its mouth wide and took her legs in...
"speak slowly."
Jiang Qian walked away from Xiaoyang, avoiding the embarrassment of being asked for new year's money.
While listening to the girl stumblingly explaining what she had experienced, he went to the scroll that he had pierced with an arrow, retrieved the arrow, and at the same time gathered the 15 paintings.
"Doesn't it sound like your feet were kissed by oil paint? There's nothing scary about that."
"Hey...is this the point?"
Xiaoyang sat on the ground with a blushing face, and was about to protest when she saw Jiang Qian pile a pile of damaged scrolls in front of her.
Suddenly confused: "What are you doing?"
"These are the things that scared you just now, and there is a mystery behind them."
So the two turned over the scrolls, lay on the ground and pieced them together, switching and combining the 15 paintings like kindergarten children playing with jigsaw puzzles, and finally pieced together a complete picture that fit perfectly.
After finishing, the two discovered that every four "inner corners" of these 15 paintings could be combined to form a new pattern!
There are exactly 8 such patterns, and 4 of them are the trump card patterns of their camp: hammer, glasses, pills, and parasol.
"So that's it!"
Xiaoyang pointed to the other four pictures: pistol, mask, cloak, and knife.
His eyes widened instantly: "It was a pistol! It was the pistol that killed the pill."
Jiang Qian smiled, and his question was more direct: "Who do you think the pistol is?"
"Is...the big brother of fitness?"
"Same feeling. Not to mention that he was full of prejudice against Plaid shirt from the beginning to the end. After the death of Plaid shirt, he was the most active in pointing the finger at me. And in desperation, he was the first to point out in a tacit manner that even though The possibility of killing someone without using your hands.”
"Stop telling the truth~"
"Let's think so for now."
Jiang Qian continued to look at the other three patterns: "The cook's trump card may be the "mask", which seems to be the most likely to have the ability to disguise. "
"Then... who will be the "cloak"? "
"It should be Wang Fugui," Jiang Qian recalled with a smile. "He had an argument with a healthy man before and asked him to find a piece of cloth to cover himself - find a piece of cloth. Now think about it, is he hinting at him? His trump card is "cloak"? "
"Yes, I remembered it too!" Xiaoyang suddenly became excited, "And the function of the "cloak" is similar to that of my "umbrella", both of which have defensive or defensive effects, so he was only injured before, but not killed. ! "
Jiang Qian smiled and nodded.
There are still "hammer" and "knife" left.
"Actually, there is no suspense anymore. The socialite sister opposite you has been helping us speak. She should have understood our code words from the beginning. She also deliberately teased us with words, trying to put up a smoke bomb to confuse our position."
"Hmm, that's why you helped the socialite sister out of trouble just now, right? We are teammates. She was the one who chose to attack Wang Fugui next to you in the last round."
"That's pretty much what it means."
His thoughts were quickly clarified, but Jiang Qian sighed softly.
This move especially aroused Xiaoyang's attention: "What's wrong with you, Brother Jiang Yang?"
"The situation is still not optimistic."
Jiang Qian said bluntly: "So far, we have lost "Pill", which seems to be a card with significant functionality, but the opponent has only lost one "Mask", and the opponent's camp still has two cards with strong offensive capabilities. trump card..."
He looked at "Pistol" and "Knife" and thought: If both cards are attack cards, why did the pistol kill someone in the last round, but the chainsaw did not play any role?
At least so far, he hadn't observed the knife's role.
Is it due to attack conditions, or is the knife pressed?
Jiang Qian was paying attention to the pattern on the ground, and suddenly an idea came to him: "This 'knife' seems to be no ordinary knife..."
He stood up from the scroll: "Let's continue."
Xiaoyang couldn't keep up with Jiang Qian's thoughts for a moment, but she still got up and followed the opponent's pace step by step.
…
In the broken sword array, Doctor Dai and Tony Fugui stood guard with their backs facing away.
After the dust settled around them, the two of them stopped sweating and put away their weapons.
At this time, the color on Tony Fugui's face has returned, and the effect of a white bandage wrapping around his shoulders can be faintly seen under his shawl.
"What a ghost, this place..."
"Don't move, there seems to be something there." Doctor Dai became alert again.
The armor of a terracotta warrior standing in the corner of the house was cracked, revealing the pale human flesh.
The two of them approached warily, looked at each other, and Doctor Dai personally took off the ceramic masks of the warriors...
Tony Fugui jumped directly: "Isn't this the cook?!"
"Sure enough, no wonder that group can squeeze in one person. It turns out the real person is dead." Doctor Dai sneered.
"Third party force?"
"Guess so."
Both of their faces became serious.
…
"Brother Jiang Yang, brother Jiang Yang, look at this!"
Jiang Qian and Xiaoyang searched along the painting exhibition hall, and passed the ancient book section and calligraphy counter.
The two of them were rummaging through boxes and cabinets in a large study room.
"What is it?" Jiang Qian took a closer look, "The gift list?"
Xiaoyang pointed out to Jiang Qian confidently: This gift list is for Duke Hyland to celebrate his 70th birthday. A series of gifts are registered, but this gift is singled out and marked with a cross! Look, isn’t it weird? "
It's a bit strange indeed.
"Look further to see if there are any relevant records." Jiang Qian said as he began to rummage through the gift list at the back.
Xiaoyang also followed suit.
"Here," Jiang Qian circled the key information at a glance, "there is indeed a problem. This gift will appear several times in different gift and purchase lists in the future. If it is not recorded repeatedly, there will be a big problem."
Thinking of this, a question came to both of their minds at the same time:
What the hell is this gift?
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