This art museum is very large. Visually, the distance from the deepest mural wall at the entrance is at least more than 300 meters, about the length of three football fields. It is more like a palace than an art museum.
There are relief murals on the walls on both sides and the dome above. There are three huge crystal chandeliers under the dome, which are enough to project the light into every corner of the art gallery. Small lamps with soft lighting are also installed in the slightly backlit areas behind the giant pillars.
, convenient for viewing paintings.
The paintings in the museum are hung around huge circular columns.
After bypassing the doorpost, Xu Huo and the two met 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 door blocking post. "Everything that should be known has been mentioned in the game. There are a total of twelve people. The first task is to find a picture."
Fake painting, the next two tasks are hidden, and the second task should not be displayed until after the first task."
"Usually such a dungeon only needs to complete one task to clear the level at low altitude, so as long as we find the fake painting, we can get a return ticket."
After he finished speaking, seeing that no one else expressed their opinions, he took the initiative to introduce himself, "My name is Pan Siming. I have done four E-level dungeons before, and I am a white player."
Several eyes around him turned to him, but Pan Siming said with a smile: "The classification of players begins with the initial review of the train. Players who have not killed anyone on the train do not mean that they have no fighting ability."
Not far from him, a gloomy man with a dent in his chin sneered: "I don't know if you have fighting ability, but this dungeon is definitely not about finding a fake painting. All players have to pass it together, instead of pretending to have a good relationship here."
, why not see if there are twelve fake paintings in the art museum."
After he finished speaking, a young man wearing a turban next to him said, "I just took a look. There are at least two paintings hanging on every pillar here. Except for some blank ones, there are about seventy or eighty paintings."
"But to be honest, these paintings all look fake and have no exhibition value at all."
"So there really are twelve fake paintings."
The gloomy man snorted and left on his own.
As soon as he left, the woman in leather clothes standing behind them blew up the bubble gum with a "pop" and left with a half-braided braid.
The others looked at each other, and then Pan Siming added: "It's better to take care of each other, but 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 beside him and pulled her towards the depths of the art museum. The little girl wanted to turn around and say something, but before she could open her mouth, the tall man stopped her.
After pulling it, he trotted after 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 superficial 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 copy I have made. Compared with you, I am a newbie. Please take care of me."
The beautiful woman rolled her eyes and said, "Xie Man."
The other people who stayed introduced themselves one at a time.
In addition to the gloomy man, leather-clad woman, strong man, and maid girl who left, the remaining ones were Pan Siming, Deng Yu, Xie Man, plus Xu Huo and Fan Jiji, and the remaining three people were Gao Jun, Ni Tian and a player
The person whose nickname is Octopus Kaxiong is the turbaned man who writes paintings.
Regardless of whether the people present have real names or pseudonyms, he is the only one using a player nickname.
The man in the turban touched his head and said with some embarrassment: "This is my second dungeon. I don't know the rules very well. Can't I use a nickname?"
"Of course." Ni Tian showed a cute smile, "Anyway, we won't encounter it a second time."
The man in the turban also laughed, "You can call me Big Bear."
The eight players, except Pan Siming, Deng Yu, and Fan Jiji, are all black players.
"It's great that there are no cannibal players." Big Bear patted his chest happily.
"You just made one dungeon and you don't know the situation. In fact, the more dungeons you make, the less obvious the advantage of cannibal players will be." Ni Tian said: "Because under normal circumstances, dungeons can get evolution agents, not just cannibals."
Only players can evolve physically, and they also have characteristics that can make up for their shortcomings.”
The big bear had a teachable expression.
"Now that everyone has met, let's go see the paintings first." Pan Siming said: "There are still three hours before lights out, which is enough for us to see all the paintings."
After matching up the names of the editor and others, and getting a little bit of information that was either true or false, the players continued to look at the paintings separately.
Xu Huo stood in front of the doorpost and looked at the two paintings on it.
The first one is an oil painting of a figure. A man in tattered clothes is standing in front of a glass window with a thin face and bulging eyes. With the black background behind it, it looks like a horror painting.
The second picture is a sketch. On the black and white drawing paper, there is only a paper umbrella with a cracked edge lying sideways. The ground and background are large areas of black with thick shadows.
There is an electronic screen below each of the two paintings, and the numbers on it are constantly beating.
"Standing Time, Silent Umbrella..." Fan Jiji read out the names of these two paintings from behind, and said in confusion: "The names of this painting are too strange, and they look so curious, and they don't look serious at all.
Sutra’s paintings.”
"Is that a clock down there? It looks a bit like a countdown."
Xu Huo touched his chin and said, "These two pictures don't look like real paintings."
"How about taking it off and taking a look?" Fan Jiji asked.
Xu Huo nodded, and the two were about to pick up the paintings. Pan Siming, who was paying attention to their movements not far away, stopped them and said, "It's best not to touch the paintings casually before you're not sure."
However, Fan Jiji already had the painting in his hands.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Fan Jiji was anxious to hang the painting back up, but his hand slipped and the painting fell to the ground.
A "clang" sound made all the players scattered in the art gallery raise their heads. The gloomy man opened his mouth and cursed, "Are you stupid? The prerequisite for identifying authenticity is not to damage the paintings. If you are not smart, you should be cheap.
If you cause any trouble, I will kill you first!"
Fan Jiji's face turned red after being scolded. Although the other players didn't say anything, their faces were not very good.
Xu Huo picked up the painting, checked it, and made sure it was not broken. He wanted to hang the painting back, but when he turned around, he saw the man in the painting blinking.
Seeing him standing still, Pan Siming immediately stepped forward and asked, "Did it break?"
"No." Xu Huo hung the painting up.
Pan Siming's eyes stayed on him for two seconds, then moved around the painting before saying: "Be careful."
Xu Huo nodded, moved to the giant pillar next to him, and then looked at other paintings.
Fan Jiji followed him and whispered: "Pan Siming is still staring at us. His hand just slipped. Is it necessary to guard against us like a thief?"