Xu Huo looked back at Pan Siming, but Pan Siming smiled at him and instead looked at the portrait just now.
"Is there anything wrong with that painting?" Fan Jiji hesitated and asked, "Did we miss something?"
"Anyway, I don't see anything." Xu Huo said: "There are so many paintings here, even if there are fake ones, they wouldn't be placed at the gate."
"What you said makes sense." Fan Jiji nodded, paused and then said, "Let's look at each other faster."
As he spoke, he quietly gestured to indicate that he should check on the progress of others.
Xu Huo didn't stop him, he lit a cigarette slowly and looked at each one.
"Do you have more? Give me one." The woman in leather clothes who had left earlier walked up to him.
Xu Huo handed her the cigarette case and took the initiative to light a cigarette for her, but the woman in leather just smoked a cigarette and waved her hand, "I have a lighter. Thanks."
When I finished my cigarette, she left.
Xu Huo continued to look at the painting.
The general situation is similar to what the man in the headscarf said. There are eighty-two paintings, sixty-one of which have content, but they are of different types. 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 very different. Some are missing colors, black and white are depressing, and some are thick and colorful, with bright and dazzling colors.
In short, these sixty-one paintings express weirdness in various forms, and there is an electronic timer under each painting, with the countdown ranging from 500 hours to 200 hours.
There are also twenty-one blank picture frames with white papers inside, scattered on different giant pillars.
Unlike the picture frames with pictures, there is no electronic timer underneath these blank pictures.
After wandering around for more than two hours with no results, the players gathered one after another under a single statue of a character in the center of the art gallery.
"What do these countdowns mean?" Ni Tian rubbed her eyes and said, "My eyes are almost blurry and I can't tell which one is a fake."
"I also took a few paintings and tried them, but the game prompts were not triggered." Xie Man said.
Other players obviously also took the paintings, but also got nothing.
"I think we may have misunderstood." Deng Yu said: "The fakes mentioned in the game may be different from the fakes we understand. You see, there are several black and white photos in these collections. These cannot be called paintings."
"I just took the photo, but there was no response." Pan Siming frowned and said, "This shows that at least the photo category is not a fake."
"You mean, among all the paintings, some of them that have common characteristics may be fake paintings?" The woman in leather clothes took over the words, and when she turned her head, the hoop earrings under her earlobes swayed, "This is impossible."
"If this is the case, this game is too simple. All the painting styles here are very prominent, and it is easy to sort out the categories. As long as one person finds the fake paintings, wouldn't it be like pulling out a bunch?"
"But we haven't found any fake paintings yet." Fan Jiji said carefully, "We haven't found any of them. Isn't it too early to discuss the characteristics of fake paintings now?"
"Fake cleverness." The gloomy man sneered, not knowing who he was talking about.
"Then what clues do you have?" Sherman stared at him, "Just pretend to be sophisticated when others say it. If you have the ability, come up with some real materials."
The gloomy man said coldly: "You don't need to provoke me. I have some ideas, so I can tell you."
"Speak quickly!" Deng Yu urged.
The gloomy man knocked on a nearby electronic timer, "Don't you think this timer is weird?"
"This is a countdown, but why do collections in art museums have a countdown?"
"How long is the remaining time for the collection to be exhibited?" Ni Tian asked.
The gloomy man pulled his face when he saw her talking, "If you want to listen, don't interrupt."
Ni Tian's face turned red and her mouth tightened immediately.
"Don't be pretentious, just tell me." Pan Siming said.
"Since none of the paintings we just touched are the paintings required by the task, and the fake paintings are indeed inside, coupled with this countdown, it means that it is very likely that the fake paintings can only be identified or selected within a specific period of time." Gloomy.
The man said.
"What time is that?" A soft voice sounded, and everyone turned around, only to find that it was the little girl dressed as a maid who was speaking.
When she met everyone's gaze, she smiled shyly, carefully touched the back of the complaining man's hand, and then said: "Lu Gang can't speak, but don't be frightened by his appearance. He is a very well-behaved person."
Lu Gang, who was three heads taller than the little girl, rolled his eyes when he heard this, and his triangular eyes squinted to the side.
The little girl trembled slightly in reflex, then forced a smile and said: "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 Sherman and others next to him moved slightly, but they didn't say much. Instead, the gloomy man said bluntly: "I have met many women who pretend to be weak in the game. They look harmless to humans and animals, but they actually have more heart than anyone else."
black!"
You Huanhuan suppressed her eyes from turning red, and subconsciously grabbed Lu Gang's clothes, but he threw her to the ground 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 her legs and rolled her eyes until her hands and feet almost ran out of strength. Then Xie Man and the woman in leather went up to stop Lu Gang. They hugged You Huanhuan, while Pan Siming and others went to pull Lu Gang away.
Unexpectedly, Lu Gang was very manic. He opened a few people with his hands and yelled at several people, but the sound he made was unclear.
"He has no tongue!" Fan Jiji exclaimed.
All the players present were startled and retreated one after another, but Lu Gang roared twice and then rushed to one side and smashed the wall of the art gallery!
"I have never seen such an abnormal player in the game." Xu Huo looked at his back.
On the other side, You Huanhuan regained her breath with the help of Xie Man, coughing and saying: "Actually, I can't blame him. He seemed to have had his tongue cut out in the previous copy. When I met him, he was not very
Normal."
"Then why are you still following him?" The leather-clad woman pointed to the fingerprints on her neck, "Aren't you afraid that he will go crazy and beat you to death?"
You Huanhuan shook her head, "Because he saved me, and although he is a little rough, he won't really hurt me."
The players present looked at her in a subtle way, but at this moment Lu Gang, who had vented his anger, came back and sat down directly 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. If you are willing, you can try it after a while."
"The game prompts you not to walk around after turning off the lights." The man in the turban looked around, "Is it safe to come out?"
"This may be the key to the game." Pan Siming pondered and said, "No matter whether the idea is right or not, you have to give it a try."
"However, night is a dangerous time in any dungeon, so it is best to travel in groups."
