"Well, I didn't expect you, Liu Xing, to be so unlucky that you made a huge failure as soon as you came in. I wasn't even prepared for the punishment of a huge failure. That's it, even if you passed directly after losing 1 point of SAN value.
An inspiration decision, but this SAN value test will not increase the knowledge of the Cthulhu mythology." kp Li Shunchan pondered for a moment and said with a smile.
Liu Xing breathed a sigh of relief. This can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune. He only lost 1 point of SAN value. As for automatically passing an inspiration test, this can be regarded as Liu Xing's wish, because Liu Xing himself planned to pass the SAN value test after
, directly receive an inspiration judgment to determine the abnormality of this oil painting.
After kp Li Shunchan finished speaking, Liu Xing felt that something was wrong with the oil painting in front of him. The girl's originally straight facial features were suddenly misaligned. Every part was not where it should be. To put it simply, the eyes were not eyes and the nose was not.
nose.
Liu Xing frowned. He obviously only lost 1 point of SAN value, so why was he hallucinating?
At this time, Liu Xing heard the sound of dice falling from behind. He turned around and saw that it was the young man in a black coat.
Gu Jun, 74/50, failed.
As soon as Liu Xing looked at Gu Jun's SAN value, he knew that Gu Jun was most likely a troublemaker, and his knowledge of the Cthulhu Mythos was probably over 20.
"Hello, sir, I want to ask you something. When you look at this oil painting now, do you think the facial features of the girl in the oil painting are a little strange?" Gu Jun walked up and talked to Liu Xing.
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Liu Xing pretended to be confused and said: "It's true. When I saw this oil painting for the first time, I didn't notice anything strange. But after looking at it for a long time, the girl's facial features in this oil painting became...
Suddenly it was out of place.”
Gu Jun touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Sure enough, it's not just my illusion. It seems that I came to Ziwu City at the right time."
Liu Xing asked tentatively: "Uh, sir, what do you think of this oil painting?"
Gu Jun chuckled and said, "I guess your accent is Chinese. My name is Gu Jun. I am a mystic. I was invited by the president of Urumqi University to teach archeology a few days ago."
Liu Xing raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that Gu Jun was actually a mystical scientist teaching archeology!
Liu Xing sighed silently and was ready to tear up the card. After all, the master of death was in place.
Although Liu Xing didn't want to answer the conversation, he had to say now, "Oh, in that case, Gu Jun, what do you think is wrong with this oil painting?"
Gu Jun looked at the oil painting and shook his head, "I'm not sure what's going on with this oil painting now, because I've never encountered this kind of thing before, but I'm now certain that this oil painting should be from someone."
The hand of a magician."
Liu Xing raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised and said: "What, are there really magicians in this world?"
Gu Jun looked at Liu Xing and said mysteriously: "Don't you have any idea whether there are magicians in this world?"
Liu Xing's face darkened, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer Gu Jun's words.
"Haha, don't be nervous. As an occultist, I am quite experienced, so I can tell that you should have experienced some supernatural events and encountered some mythical creatures." Gu Jun said confidently.
Liu Xing looked at Gu Jun with some surprise. He didn't expect that Gu Jun didn't even have super skills when he spoke like this. It seemed that the occultist really had such strange skills.
"Okay, I have indeed encountered some strange things and seen some mythical creatures, but so what?" Liu Xing pretended to be confused.
Gu Jun chuckled and said seriously: "In this way, I finally understand that if nothing else happens, this oil painting has been set up with a trigger mechanism, and ordinary people will only see the appearance of this oil painting.
, only people like us who have experienced supernatural events and seen mythical creatures will trigger the mechanism of this oil painting, allowing us to see the true form of this oil painting."
Liu Xing nodded. What Gu Jun said was well-founded and convincing. For the first time, Liu Xing felt that the suicide expert was still useful.
"I see. No wonder this oil painting is placed here. It turns out that ordinary people can't see the true form of this oil painting." Liu Xing pretended to be suddenly enlightened.
Gu Jun smiled and nodded, pointing upstairs and said: "Let's go up first. I just asked the library staff. They said that the director is on the third floor now. I want to ask him about this oil painting."
I believe you would also be interested in knowing more about the relevant situation."
Liu Xing shrugged and said, "Of course, by the way, Gu Jun, you can just call me Liu Xing."
Liu Xing and Gu Jun smiled at each other and walked directly to the third floor.
Arriving on the third floor, Liu Xing and Gu Jun quickly discovered the director of the Ziwu City Library, because there was only one person reading on the third floor.
What surprised Liu Xing was that the director of the Ziwu City Library looked to be in his twenties, and he was very handsome. He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses and had an idol-like temperament.
"Hello, are you Mr. Naoki Kuroba, the director of the Ziwu City Library?" Gu Jun walked up to Naoki Kuroba and said with a smile.
Kuroba Naoki pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, nodded and said, "Yes, I am the director of the Ziwu City Library. Do you two have anything to do with me?"
Gu Jun went straight to the point and said, "That's right. I want to ask the curator, what is the oil painting on the corner from the first floor to the second floor?"
Kuroba Naoki nodded and took out a book called "King of Tindalos" from the bookshelf.
However, the sales of this "King of Tindalos" are very poor, just like a pirated copy of a certain novel sold on a street stall for a few yuan a copy.
"According to legend, in the Asuka Era, a country called the Kingdom of Tindaros was established in the current territory of Ziwu City, and King Tindaros was the founding king of this country and the only king of the Kingdom of Tindaros.
King Tindalos was brave and adept at fighting, wise and wise, and could even be said to be a prophet of the unknown. He defeated the attacking troops sent by Emperor Suiko many times under extremely disadvantageous circumstances, and the one painted in the oil painting was the daughter of King Tindalos.
However, when King Tindalos was more than ten years old, his daughter suddenly contracted some kind of terminal illness and died. From then on, King Tindalos was not interested in government affairs, and he suddenly disappeared soon after.
The kingdom also declined and was eventually destroyed by Emperor Suiko." Kuroba Naoki said calmly.