Thriller Paradise Chapter 303: Story of the Louvre (10)

The ground on the fourth floor is no longer made of marble, but is paved with soil and grass.

At this time, a scrawny old horse was grazing next to the decapitated corpse. Judging from the horseshoes, saddle and reins, it is undoubtedly the rider of the "knight".

Feng Bujue walked over, bent down, and patted the old horse on the head. The old guy didn't respond, but continued to graze.

"It's Don Quixote's turn this time..." Qiu Feng said.

"Yes...the man at the apex of the second world in King's Landing." Feng Bujue continued, "There is no one before, no one afterwards."

"So... he treated the windmill as a giant just like in the original book, and then rushed over on his horse. He happened to pierce the scarecrow who had just come up from the third floor with a spear." The chief controller tried to base the situation on the scene. , And the logic of this script, reasoning: "Then the Tin Man rushed out of the windmill and hacked him to death."

Honghu's eyes changed slightly: "Where is the Tin Man?" He said, and looked around again: "This layer can be seen at a glance. I haven't seen it." He turned his head and said: "And I didn't see the access to the fifth floor. The ceilings are all closed."

"There is a line here, but I don't know if it counts as a message." Feng Bujue said suddenly. At this moment, he was standing next to the back half of the spear: "Look, it's written on this grip..."

When the teammates heard the words, they gathered and took a closer look. Sure enough, a line of words was engraved on the body of the spear. It seems to be Spanish, but the translation of the system can be seen in the game menu: [Use a smiling face to welcome tragic bad luck, and use a hundred times more courage to deal with all these misfortunes. 】

"Hmm..." The crowd fell into contemplation once again.

"Are you making mystery..." Qiu Feng said, "Except for suggesting the original work. These comments are just some similar philosophical discussions, perhaps combined with the murder scene. It is very ironic, but it has nothing to do with our puzzle solving." /

Honghu frowned, and his thoughts were clearly deadlocked. "It's hard to say...maybe there will be such messages in the future, but the information we have is still not enough to solve the mystery."

"Well, that's a good idea." The chief accountant continued: "If you compare these messages to many pieces of a puzzle, before we see the overall frame of the pattern, or collect more than 80% of the pieces , It’s impossible to see through the mystery."

"In that case. Now let's focus on how to reach the fifth floor." Qiu Feng said, looking around, "At present, our clues are only this windmill, a corpse, and an old horse. "

"It's called'nante'." Feng Bujue said.

"What?" Qiu Feng was taken aback when he heard the words, but didn't realize what the other party was referring to.

"I said, the horse's name is rare." Feng Bujue explained: "What? In the "Don Quixote" you read. Is it another translation? I think this It has both sound and meaning..."

"No, no..." Qiu Feng interrupted: "I haven't read this book at all, I just know the general content. Even if I have read it, I probably won't remember the name of a horse."

"Oh... you haven't read it." Feng Bujue coldly snorted with a blank face, "huh...you should devour yourself."

"Hey! There are many people who haven't read it! There is no need to die!" Qiu Feng roared: "What kind of suicide is that way!"

Honghu said: "Ah...that book is indeed not bad."

"Yes?" Feng Bujue turned his attention to the people who were trying to make the rounds again. "Do you have a good evaluation of a sharp, profound, cruel, humorous, and tragic epic?" He picked it up with a serious face. The head on the ground. Opening the mask of the helmet, revealing the horrible face of the corpse, he said: "Do you dare to say this again in front of this ridiculous, lamentable, sad and respectable immortal figure."

"Uh...I was wrong." I don't know where the oppression came from, making Honghu reply inexplicably.

"You admitted wrong!" Qiu Feng said in shock. He turned to Feng Bujue and said, "You are not the author, but you are just a fan. What is it like to make a fuss so righteously?"

""Don Quixote" is both realistic and narrative, tragic and comic, serious and funny, vulgar and great, seamless. Cervantes inspired by his words The world has also moved the world." Feng Bujue gushed like a lecture: "When I finished reading this book when I was a child, I was inspired to write this kind of critical realistic fantasy works. As long as I can Write to 30% of the level and survive in the world, I am dead and have no regrets. The bond between me and Cervantes...you will not understand if you stay in the poke ball all day."

"Where to stay all day...is it interesting to use this kind of stalk all the time!" Qiu Feng has almost lost his words.

The Chief Comptroller covered his face and shook his head: "Can we return to the puzzle solving problem? This chapter is halfway through, so you can stop it."

"Okay." Feng Bujue replied immediately, "Close to the subject..."

"I sprayed me for a long time just to make a detour!" Qiu Feng said dissatisfied.

Feng Bujue ignored him, and then said: "You see that..." He carefully put down his head, raised his arm and pointed at the distant "sun".

"How could I not notice...the paper sun is shining." The chief controller said.

"If the paper-pasted sun would shine..." Feng Bujue pointed to the side: "Will the green mountains, green waters, flowers, and grasses painted on the wall also be usable?"

As the saying goes, mental patients are broad-minded. If he didn't say, these serious counselors would really not think of this idea.

The three teammates suddenly realized and re-observed the surrounding environment. This time it was suddenly clear, and suddenly there were many possible clues.

"Well... Judging from the sense of distance created by the painting, the cow over there seems to be the closest to the plane of the'wall'." Honghu pointed to a wall and said.

Feng Bujue glanced there, then walked over. When he stood by the wall, he noticed that a small piece of rope had emerged from the wall. The rest of the rope still exists in the wall in the form of oil paintings. Tethered the cow in the painting.

It’s hard to see this detail from a distance, but now, Feng Bujue just reached out and pulled the rope, and he easily brought out the rope in the painting. The whole cow was also removed from the wall. "Up" was led by him to the grass in the three-dimensional space.

"It actually succeeded." Qiu Feng read.

The Comptroller said: "Does that mean that we can also walk into the scenery painted on the wall?"

"No." Feng Bujue answered the Comptroller’s question while pressing the wall with his hand: "I can't get in anyway."

Honghu and the others came over and tried it, but it really didn't work.

"Now...what should we do with this cow..." Honghu said with his chin, "It's not always possible. Let it fly us with a horn to rush into the fifth floor, right?"

"Heh...in the world of "Cat and Mouse", maybe this will work." Qiu Feng laughed.

"Hey-- gentlemen!" Suddenly, another voice sounded, which sounded like a child's voice.

The four players turned their heads and found a small black dot on the painting on the other wall. It gradually grows larger and becomes a personal shadow, creating a visual effect from far to near.

Not long after, the figure ran out of the wall without any sense of violation and ran in front of the players.

This is a little brown-haired boy in old patched clothes. Also wore a small hat. He appeared very anxious when he ran, so that when he came to Feng Bujue and them, he was already out of breath and could not speak.

"Don't worry, child. If you have something to say slowly, we won't go anywhere." The chief controller said kindly.

"Ha...Ha..." The little boy gasped again. Said: "Hah... gentlemen, sorry... I... can I beg you, return the cow to me?"

"Give it back to you?" The Comptroller asked in a questioning tone.

"It's like this..." The boy said aggrievedly: "I showed my mother the magic beans you gave me. I thought she would be proud of me. But she was very angry and threw the magic beans out. He said he was disappointed in me, saying I was a fool." He hesitated and said: "So I picked up the beans and ran back, but fortunately you are still there! Gentlemen, I can use magic beans to make Mi Ke (dairy cow) Do you want to change it back? Please." The boy showed pleading eyes, and proactively stretched out his hand, holding a small cloth bag of magic beans in his hand.

"Let's discuss it." Feng Bujue interrupted suddenly, and immediately winked at his teammates and motioned for them to come.

The four huddled together and whispered.

"I already understand...this kid is the protagonist of "Jack and the Magic Bean", right." Qiu Feng said: "Bringing out the cow will trigger the event. As long as we exchange the Magic Bean with him, we can break through to five. It's up."

"Of course I have already seen this." Feng Bujue said.

Honghu asked: "Then what do you want to say when you call us here mysteriously?"

The Comptroller also looked at Brother Jue with questioning eyes.

"I'm just asking for your opinion..." Feng Bujue said, "Would you like to slap this kid to death and grab the beans directly."

"You are frantic..."

"Exterminate humanity..."

"You don't let the child go..."

Feng Bujue sighed deeply after hearing these three sentences~IndoMTL.com~. In the next second, he led the cow with a smile on his face, walked in front of little Jack, and said in a kind tone: "Hahaha, of course, little basin and~" He handed the rope to Jack. And said: "Remember next time, you must have the spirit of contract. Also, don't trust the words of strangers easily. Use your brain before doing anything. Don't live up to your mother's expectations of you. You must be worthy of the party and The country’s trust in you, to become a useful person, to contribute to the people, to the motherland, to mankind...well*&...%...&..."

Honghu and Qiufeng covered Brother Jue's mouth and pulled him away.

The Comptroller said to Little Jack awkwardly: "Don't mind that uncle's words, go home." He said, taking the magic bean from Little Jack's hand.

Jack blinked inexplicably, thanked him, turned and left with the cow... (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommendation and monthly pass , Your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)