Chapter 73 8 Trump Cards

The incident happened, which was within Jiang Qian's expectation.

In just a turn, Xiao Yang, who was following him, suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Qian raised his arrow and looked around. The paintings and graffiti scattered throughout the room seemed to come alive. Strange abstract living things walked out of the paintings and walls and staggered towards him.

"Well, a pile of oil paint can't scare me."

He simply closed his eyes to avoid the errors caused by the two-dimensional perspective, relying on the high-dimensional perspective of spiritual vision, and launched an offensive and defensive battle with the oil paint in a limited space.

Arrows were fired continuously, tearing apart famous paintings, and the strange power transformed by a few lumps of ink disappeared in an instant.

The whole space returned to peace.

[Side quest update! ]

[Team up to explore the collection room of Duke Heland, quest progress: 10%]

In his mind, the copy prompt sounded suddenly.

Only 10%... Jiang Qian opened his eyes and saw Xiao Yang kneeling on the ground with lifeless eyes, so he walked over and slapped her on the forehead!

"Wake up."

Xiao Yang opened her eyes with a start!

Her horrified eyes focused on Jiang Qian for a moment before she gradually recovered her spirits. Then she immediately leaned over, supported the ground with both hands and gasped: "Just now, just now I..."

She accidentally saw a strange face under her feet, with a distorted expression, as if she was hurt by it!

Then, the face opened its mouth and took her leg in...

"Speak slowly."

Jiang Qian walked away from Xiao Yang, avoiding the embarrassment of being asked for New Year's money by the other party.

While listening to the girl stumbling and explaining what she had experienced, he went to the scroll that he had just pierced with an arrow, recovered the arrow, and gathered the 15 paintings together.

"Doesn't it sound like the oil paint kissed your feet? What's so scary about that?"

"Hey... is that the point?"

Xiao Yang blushed and knelt on the ground. Just as she was about to protest, she saw Jiang Qian pile up a pile of damaged scrolls in front of her.

She was immediately puzzled: "What are you doing?"

"These are the things that scared you just now. There is a mystery on the back."

So the two of them turned the scrolls over, lay on the ground and pieced them together, swapping and combining the 15 paintings back and forth like kindergarten children playing jigsaw puzzles, and finally pieced them together into a complete picture that fits perfectly.

[Side quest update! ]

[Team up to explore the collection room of Duke Heland, quest progress: 30%]

The prompt sound came again in my ear.

At the same time, the two found that if the 4 "inner corners" of these 15 paintings were aligned, they could be combined into a new pattern!

There were exactly 8 such patterns, and 4 of them were the trump card patterns of their camp: hammer, glasses, pills, and parasol.

"So that's how it is!"

Xiao Yang pointed at the other four patterns: a pistol, a mask, a cloak, and a knife.

His eyes widened instantly: "It's a pistol! It was a pistol that killed Pill."

Jiang Qian smiled, and his question was more direct: "Who do you think the pistol is?"

"Is it... the fitness guy?"

"I agree. Not to mention that he was prejudiced against Plaid Shirt from the beginning to the end, after Plaid Shirt died, he was the most active to point the finger at me. And in a desperate situation, he was the first to point out the possibility of killing people even without taking action."

"I let it slip~"

"Let's just think so for now."

Jiang Qian continued to look at the other three patterns: "The chef's trump card may be "mask", which looks most likely to have the ability to disguise."

"Then... who will "cloak" be?"

"It should be Wang Fugui," Jiang Qian recalled with a smile, "He had an argument with the bodybuilder before, and asked the other party to find a piece of cloth to cover himself - find a piece of cloth, now think about it, is it hinting that his trump card is "cloak"? "

"Yes, I remembered it too!" Xiao Yang was unusually excited, "and the function of the "cloak" is similar to my "parasol", both of which have defensive or resisting effects, so he was just injured before, but not killed!"

Jiang Qian smiled and nodded.

There are still "hammer" and "knife" left.

"In fact, there is no suspense anymore. The socialite sister opposite you has been helping us speak. She should have understood our codewords at the beginning. She also deliberately teased us with words, trying to throw a smoke bomb to confuse the position."

"Yeah, so you just helped the socialite sister out of trouble, right? We are teammates. It was also she who chose to attack Wang Fugui next to you in the last round."

"That's about it."

The thoughts were quickly sorted out, but Jiang Qian sighed lightly.

This action particularly attracted Xiao Yang's attention: "What's wrong with you, Brother Jiang Yang?"

"The situation is still not optimistic."

Jiang Qian said bluntly: "So far, the "pill" we lost seems to be a card with significant functionality, but the opponent has only lost a disguise card "Mask", and the opponent's camp still has two highly offensive cards left..."

He looked at the "pistol" and "knife" and fell into thought: If both are strong attack cards, why did the pistol kill someone in the last round, while the knife did not play any role?

At least so far, he has not observed the role played by the knife.

Is it the attack condition restriction, or is the knife suppressed?

Jiang Qian stared at the pattern on the ground, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "This "knife" doesn't seem to be an ordinary knife..."

He stood up from the scroll: "Let's go, let's continue."

Xiao Yang couldn't keep up with Jiang Qian's thoughts for a moment, but still stood up and followed the other's steps closely.

...

In the broken sword formation, Dr. Dai and Tony Fugui were on guard with their backs to each other with weapons.

When the dust settled around them, the two of them sweated and put away their weapons.

At this time, Tony Fugui's face had regained its color, and the effect of the white bandage wrapped across his shoulders could be faintly seen under his shawl.

"What a ghost, this place..."

"Don't move, there seems to be something there. "Doctor Dai regained his vigilance.

The armor of a terracotta warrior standing in the corner of the room was broken, revealing the pale flesh of a human being.

The two approached cautiously, looked at each other, and Doctor Dai personally took off the ceramic mask of the terracotta warrior...

Tony Fugui jumped up and down: "Isn't this the cook? !"

"Sure enough, no wonder that group can squeeze in one person, it turns out that the real person is dead." Doctor Dai sneered.

"A third party force?"

"Probably."

The faces of both of them became solemn.

...

"Brother Jiang Yang, Brother Jiang Yang, look at this!"

Jiang Qian and Xiao Yang searched along the painting exhibition hall, passed the ancient book area, and the calligraphy counter.

The two were rummaging through boxes in a large study room.

"What is that?" Jiang Qian came closer to take a look, "gift list? "

Xiao Yang pointed to Jiang Qian confidently, "This gift list is for Duke Hailand's 60th birthday. A series of gifts are registered, but this gift is circled out and crossed out! Look, isn't it strange?"

It is indeed a bit strange.

"Look for it later to see if there are any related records." Jiang Qian said as he started to look through the gift list at the back.

Xiao Yang also followed suit.

"Here," Jiang Qian circled the key information at a glance, "Sure enough, there is a problem. This gift has appeared several times in different gifts and purchase lists in the future. If it is not a repeated record, then there is a big problem."

Thinking of this, a question emerged in the minds of both of them at the same time:

What the hell is this gift?

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