The black Trojan horse swept around in the art room of the art building, holding a flashlight.

The windows in the art room are not bright and clean, and some wooden easels are scattered in all corners.

On the wooden table on the left side of the classroom are oil palettes and paint bottles, as well as several unfinished oil sketches.

On the wooden table on the right side of the classroom, there are some plaster statues of David and Voltaire, as well as some plaster cubes and spheres.

At the back of the classroom, there are many marble statues.

As an excellent programmer, although the black Trojan horse is a straight man of steel, in order to chase a senior sister in the art department in college, he specially read a lot of art books.,

Recognize the prototype of these plaster statues.

"This is David, this is The Dying Slave, This is The Slave of Resistance, This is Aphrodite of Milos, This is St. Mark, This is The Struggle of Hercules with Antaeus"

The black Trojan horse's art appreciation ability is still good, these statues are exquisitely made, delicate in technique, and high in artistic attainment, which is completely inconsistent with this somewhat messy art classroom.

It's as if a box of '82-year-old Lafite was placed in a roadside vending machine.

The most special thing is that in the center of this group of statues, there is a white marble statue with a black wooden horse that cannot distinguish the prototype.

It was a woman kneeling on a pedestal, with her hands on her knees, in a graceful posture, dignified and holy, with a garland on her head, and a soft face covered with tulle that was neither happy nor sad, but looked serene ahead.

It was a marble statue, but the tulle covering "her" face was so soft and transparent, as if there was really a silk scarf covering the face.

The Black Trojan once saw in books the Italian sculptor Raffaelle Onti (Raffaelle Onti 18181881) "The Veiled Woman" and "The Bride",

(These two statues are recognized as two of the most remarkable statues in the history of sculpture.) ）

However, the statue of the woman in front of me in the messy classroom brought the feeling of the black wooden horse even more shocking.

Even if you don't know anything about art at all, standing in front of "her", you will be moved by the pure beauty of this artistic creation created by people.

There must be a demon when something goes wrong, the black Trojan resisted the urge to put "her" in the backpack, and silently took a few steps back,

Enabled the detection function of the Code Insight Glasses, looking at the statue.

In the mirror of the glasses, there are strings of green data streams, but they do not show that the nameless statue is carrying anomalous data.

"Am I suspicious?"

He frowned, rubbed his dry eyes, and whispered to himself, "I don't know what happened to Li Risheng."

Suddenly, like a goose by the neck, his eyes widened and he stared at the statue.

In the blink of an eye on the black wooden horse, "she" seemed to move, and the hands that were originally placed on her knees, at some point, pressed on the pedestal of the statue.

It looked like you were about to get up from the ground.

It's not a delusion,

As a veteran player, Black Trojan knows very well that any small "anomaly" in the scripted mission can lurk a deadly and deadly motive.

Keeping his eyes on the nameless statue, he took out the Casio calculator named When the Mathematician realized he was wrong.

Use the tip of the calculator to face the nameless statue and press your finger on the reset button.

This piece of equipment has a cooldown of up to 15 minutes, and there is only one chance to attack in a life-and-death fight.

If the black Trojan is misjudged, it is very likely to lose the biggest hole card in the next script mission.

In the slightly messy art classroom, a person and a statue face each other from afar.

The black Trojan horse used the corner of his eye to look at the sunset that was about to set on the ridge, and a wave of anxiety and irritability surged in his heart.

In one hand, he continued to hold the Casio calculator, and in the other, he took out a pair of old brown copper handcuffs.

A disposable handcuff with a shabby name

Type weapons

The quality is rare

Medium attack

Special effects are full of fireworks. Fires more than a dozen buckshot bullets and deals fire damage to the sector in front of you.

Consumes 5 total energy

Cooldown: None. Buckshot and gunpowder are reloaded manually.

Equipment condition: Strength attribute greater than or equal to 6

Note: This ancient handcuff dates back to the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty, and its lethality is considerable, but when used, the flames that erupt from the muzzle of the gun can also burn the user's palm. Therefore, the words "If you want to hurt others, you must first hurt yourself" will be engraved on the body of the gun.

This ancient handcuff that can be placed in the museum is another rare piece of equipment carried by the Black Trojan Horse.

Don't look at this thing as if it's about to fall apart, in fact, its attack power is pretty good,

When the trigger is pulled, a fan-shaped high-temperature flame is sprayed from the muzzle,

Lead bullets in the flames can also damage spirits.

It's just that the loading procedure is a bit cumbersome, and every time after firing, you have to manually fill it with lead bullet gunpowder, which is really "one second of shooting, one minute of reloading"

Holding the short-handled handcuff, the black Trojan slowly approached the statue, pulling the trigger the moment it reached the maximum damage range of the handcuff.

With a loud bang, the manhole-looking handcuffs rained down tiny buckshot and struck a large pile of marble statues at the back of the classroom.

The statues, which were works of art, were hit by lead bullets, and the fragments flew sideways and fell backwards with staggering.

The fan-shaped flames that emerged from the muzzle of the gun burned the statue that was still standing into a filthy gray-black.

When the flames and smoke cleared, the black Trojan Horse, with a solemn face, retreated half a step back in horror.

At the back of the classroom, there was only one nameless statue, but it became two.

And "they" no longer sat on their knees, but got up from the ground, stretched out their arms, and headed towards the black wooden horse.

It's like trying to hug him.

The black Trojan horse felt a cold current rushing behind him, and he didn't even pay attention to the stinging and burning sensation coming from the palm of his hand.