Global Trial

"Trial officer 659 has sensed your desire and call for the dungeon, and welcomes you to enter the dungeon."

The four of Xia Mingdong entered the dungeon at the same time, and saw the trial officer standing not far in front of them.

The trial officer this time is closer to human form than the previous ones. He is a short, short, fat boy with exaggerated and cute features. He has a straight face and mixed ink colors on his body. Artistic beauty beyond human comprehension.

The boy's voice was tense, and Zhengtai's voice spoke in the tone of an adult: "This is the third copy of the series of copies of the Chief Trial Officer, the favorite collection of the Chief Trial Officer."

"The four of you have already cleared the first two dungeons and successfully locked the series of dungeons. After every two dungeons, the difficulty increases and the form changes." The young man explained like an adult, "Now the dungeon mission has been updated, you can check it yourself, what do you understand? Don't ask me either."

Cen Heng muttered: "Isn't there something I don't understand to ask you?"

659 replied solemnly: "That's not a test of you, but a test of me."

Cen Heng: "..."

It's quite reasonable.

Dungeon: Collection Hall of the Chief Trial Officer (in progress)

Dungeon Requirement: Find the favorite collection of the chief trial officer in the collection hall

Progress: The mission has started (find the favorite collection of the Chief Trial Officer)

Rewards: None

This time the task was clear and concise, given to them very directly, without any inkling, but it seemed more dangerous.

After all, the difficulty of the two dungeons is the same level. This is their third dungeon, and the difficulty has risen.

Xia Mingdong asked: "The copy is currently locked by us, that's why we can come in together without forming a team?"

659 nodded: "Yes."

Cen Heng: "... Fourth brother, why can your question be answered?"

"Because you don't know how to ask." Xia Mingdong said, "I know you must not realize that we are not in a team and still entered the same instance."

Cen Heng was speechless: "Yes."

With insufficient observation skills, he could only swallow his rebuttal silently.

The collection hall of the Chief Trial Officer is divided into two rooms according to the type of collection——

oil painting, cultural relics

On the left side of 659 is the collection of oil paintings, and on the right is the collection of cultural relics. 659 stands in the middle, facing them, expressionless.

Xia Mingdong: "It's time to start, let's go, let's take a look."

The more this kind of dungeon that doesn't specify how to complete the task, the more nervous it is, Cen Heng followed Xia Mingdong: "How is it, fourth brother, do you have any clues?"

Xia Mingdong laughed: "Do you think I know everything? I haven't seen anything yet. How could there be any clues?"

Cen Heng blew the rainbow skin directly: "You know everything in my heart."

Xia Mingdong poured cold water on it, "But I don't know anything this time."

As he spoke, he pushed away the collection of oil paintings.

As soon as he opened the door, Xia Mingdong felt a strange feeling, as if he was being watched by someone, and there was more than one person...

The oil paintings were hung on the black walls, directly exposed to the air, without any baffles to isolate them. When he opened the door, he could directly see countless oil paintings.

The oil paintings are all in the European medieval style, some of which they have just seen in the Louvre.

Some oil paintings are landscapes, others are ladies or knights, and some depict animals, such as an innocent lamb.

Standing beside Xia Mingdong, Cen Heng hugged his shoulders involuntarily, and said in a low voice, "Why are you a little fluffy?"

Xia Mingdong didn't want to be a crow's mouth, so he didn't answer, and followed the tour route in the oil painting museum to see oil paintings one after another.

They walked around the first wall and came to the second, and Cen Heng immediately said: "Fuck, isn't this the "Oath of the Horatii Brothers"? We saw it in the Louvre just now."

Xia Mingdong didn't answer, and continued walking along the tour route.

The route of the entire oil painting gallery seems to be a paper clip, step by step from the outermost to the innermost, winding, binding people in the innermost layer.

And he could feel that the further he went inside, the more famous the oil paintings in the museum became.

When walking to the end, Xia Mingdong said in a low voice: "Sure enough."

The oil painting at the end is "Mona Lisa".

"Mona Lisa" is an oil painting created by Leonardo da Vinci in the [-]th century, which depicts the image of an urban middle-class woman in the rising period of capitalism.

This painting represents the aesthetic direction of the Renaissance. The smile in the painting has been regarded by countless people as the most mysterious and beautiful smile. The smile has many complex meanings and has been used by countless poets in their poems.

Cen Heng watched the "Mona Lisa" up close and couldn't understand it for a long time, but said: "Actually, I can't say what is good about this painting, but I feel that this painting is very attractive, and people will not get tired of looking at it."

Xia Mingdong: "Everyone's appreciation standards are different."

Cen Heng looked at the unprotected oil painting, his hands were itchy, "I kind of want to touch it."

"I suggest not." Xia Mingdong said, "Didn't you notice something?"

Cen Heng: "What?"

Xia Mingdong: "These paintings have more or less moved."

This was like a ghost story, and immediately made Cen Heng shudder, "Isn't it, is it true or not?"

"Really." Xia Mingdong calmly pointed at the "Mona Lisa", "Didn't you notice that the corners of the Mona Lisa's mouth are different from those seen in the Louvre?"

Cen Heng shook his head, "I didn't notice, to be honest I didn't see the difference."

Xia Mingdong was speechless: "Let's go, go and see the antique museum opposite."

Although Cen Heng didn't notice the difference in smiling, he still felt panicked in his heart, and asked in a low voice: "Is it really okay to leave like this?"

Xia Mingdong: "Otherwise, what else should I do?"

Cen Heng didn't know what to do, so he could only leave with Xia Mingdong.

They circled out of the oil painting area together and came back to the original corridor. Cen Heng looked at Zhengtai 659 who was still standing in the middle, and when Xia Mingdong pushed open the wooden door of the antique museum, he rubbed his hands and said in a low voice: What should I do? This time, the trial officer looked too childlike, I was a little bit hesitant to do it..."

"If you don't bully, just tease." Xia Mingdong put it another way, "It seems good to tease children."

Ren Sheng: "..."

According to human beings, they should be a group of hateful weirdos.

"It always makes me feel like I'm bullying a child." Cen Heng was uncomfortable.

Xia Mingdong: "When you encounter danger later, maybe you won't think so."

Cen Heng's voice changed immediately: "What, are we still in danger?!"

"Of course." Xia Mingdong had already anticipated something, "Do you still remember what 659 said, the difficulty has risen to a higher level, even if you think with your toes, you know it will be dangerous."

Cen Heng wanted to cry, "Can I apply not to participate in this dungeon next time? Anyway, I'm useless. If I come here, I'll be a hindrance. You have to bother to protect me. In fact, I just want to be a salted fish. Live longer." a period of time."

This time Xia Mingdong didn't speak, it was Ren Sheng, who had been paralyzed all the time, who spoke.

"You may be mistaken."

Cen Heng: "?"

Ren Sheng: "No one wants to protect you."

Cen Heng: "...It hurts my heart."

"Actually, you are also useful." Xia Mingdong comforted Ren Sheng after the blow, "You are the most talkative among us."

Cen Heng: "So?"

"Let this place not be cold."

Cen Heng didn't want to talk anymore.

The structure of the Antique Museum is exactly the same as that of the Oil Painting Museum. They are all designed with paper clips and the roads are winding. All the collections are displayed on the black walls. The walls extend to the top of the Antique Museum and connect with the roof.

This place is like an oil painting gallery, and the line of sight cannot see beyond the wall to see the content behind the wall.

The collections of the Antique Museum are much more than that of the Oil Painting Museum, and occasionally you can see cultural relics belonging to their country.

"Fuck, Yuan Qinghua!" Cen Heng shouted in a low voice, "Is it true?"

His hands were very itchy and he wanted to touch them.

Xia Mingdong shook his head: "Don't touch it, the pattern on this Yuan blue and white is not right."

Cen Heng: "What's wrong?"

"I can't tell." Xia Mingdong's voice was a little low, "It doesn't feel right."

All the collections here are not quite right.

At first glance, it looked exactly the same as the ones he had seen in museums or some limited-time exhibitions before, but after a closer look, the textures on these collections or oil paintings were always slightly different from those in his memory, or a small Small textures, or a simple coloring.

Cen Heng had a strange thought: "These...couldn't all be fakes, right? I heard that fakes are very similar to the real thing at first glance, but you can tell the difference if you look closely."

Xia Mingdong shook his head: "I don't think it's that simple."

It should not be as simple as a fake. If it is just a fake, then these collections will not move.

From the very beginning, he has seen slight changes in at least ten collections. This is definitely not an exception, it should be a common feature.

From the outermost circle to the inside, they can already see some busts of queens or pharaohs in ancient Egypt. On the innermost circle, there is a bust of Egyptian queen Nefertiti and the chime bells of Marquis Yi of Zeng.

When they passed by, the chimes of Marquis Yi of Zeng did not make any sound at all.

However, when they walked to the innermost place and saw the last antique collection, the chime bell of Marquis Yi of Zeng suddenly rang.

An ethereal, dull trembling music mixed with stone tools hit their hearts, echoing in the silent hall, Xia Mingdong's whole body shook, and his hairs almost stood on end immediately.

Ning Ge suddenly put his arms around Xia Mingdong's waist, and ruthlessly took him away from where he was.

Where Xia Mingdong stood before, there was a sharp weapon made of wild animal bones.

Cen Heng pointed at the bust of Nefertiti with trembling fingers, and said in horror: "This Egyptian mummy moved, moved!"

The bust of Nefertiti turned his head slowly, his movements were very stiff, but his expression made people shudder.

Nefertiti's lips curled up slightly, making a treacherous smile.