Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 118: Statue

The black Trojan is in the art room of the art building, sweeping around with a flashlight.

The interior of the art room is not very clean, and some wooden easels are scattered in every corner.

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

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

As for the rear of the classroom, there are many marble statues.

Although the black Trojan horse, an excellent programmer, is a straight man of steel, he read a lot of art books in order to catch up with a senior from the art department in college.

Recognize the prototypes 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 "San Marco," this is "The Fight of Hercules and Antaeus"..."

The black Trojan's artistic appreciation ability is still good. The exquisite workmanship, delicate technique, and high artistic attainments of these statues are completely incompatible with this somewhat messy art classroom.

It's as if a box of 82-year-old Lafite was placed in a vending machine by the side of the road.

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

It was a woman kneeling on a pedestal, with her hands on her knees, her posture was graceful, dignified and holy, with a wreath on her head, her delicate face covered with tulle was neither happy nor sad, just looking forward peacefully.

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

Black Trojan once saw "The Veiled Woman" and "The Bride" by Italian sculptor Raffaelle Monti (1818-1881) in books,

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

However, the statue of the woman placed in the messy classroom in front of me gave the black Trojan horse even more shocking feeling.

Even people who don't understand art at all, standing in front of "her", will be moved by the pure beauty of this artistic creation created by people.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. The black Trojan resisted the urge to put "her" into the backpack and silently took a few steps back.

Turn on the detection function of the [Code Insight] glasses and look at the statue.

A string of green data streams flowed through the mirror of the glasses, but there was no indication that the Anonymous Statue was carrying any abnormal data.

"Am I being paranoid?"

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

Suddenly, he stared at the statue with wide eyes like a goose strangled by his neck.

During the blink of an eye of the black Trojan horse, "she" seemed to move a bit. The hands that were originally placed on the knees, at some point, pressed on the pedestal of the statue.

Looks like he's about to get up from the ground.

This is not an illusion,

As a veteran player, Black Trojan knows very well that any small "abnormality" in the scripted mission may have a deadly murderous intention lurking.

He kept staring at the nameless statue and took out the Casio calculator called [When the Mathematician Realizes He Was Wrong],

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

The cooldown of this piece of equipment is as long as 15 minutes, and there is only one chance to attack in the battle of life and death.

If the black Trojan makes a wrong judgment, it is very likely to lose the biggest hole card in the next script mission.

In the slightly messy art classroom, one person and one statue are facing each other,

From the corner of his eye, the black Trojan looked at the sunset that was about to fall over the ridge, and a burst of anxiety surged in his heart,

He continued to hold the Casio calculator in one hand, while in the other hand, he took out an old brown-yellow copper short handle.

[Name: Simple Disposable Handgun]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Rare]

[Attack: Medium]

[Special effect: Fireworks are scattered. Fires dozens of buckshots and deals fire damage to the fan-shaped area in front. ]

[Consumption: 5% total energy value]

[Cooldown: None. Loading of buckshot and gunpowder is done manually. ]

[Equipment condition: Strength attribute is greater than or equal to 6]

[Remarks: This ancient handgun can be traced back to the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. The lethality is quite impressive~IndoMTL.com~ But when using it, the flame sprayed from the muzzle will also burn the user's palm. Therefore, the words "If you want to hurt others, hurt yourself first" are engraved on the gun. ]

This ancient handgun, which can be put in a museum, is another rare item of equipment carried by the black Trojan.

Don't look at the appearance of this thing about to fall apart, in fact, its attack power is quite good,

When the trigger is pulled, a fan-shaped high-temperature flame will be ejected from the muzzle,

The lead bullet in the flame can also cause damage to the spiritual body.

It's just that the loading procedure is a little more complicated. After every time the gun is fired, you have to manually load the lead powder into it. It really "fires for one second, and shoots for one minute"

The black Trojan held the short-handled gun and slowly approached the statue. The moment it reached the maximum damage range of the gun, he pulled the trigger.

There was only a loud bang, and small lead bullets, like raindrops, were ejected from the battered handgun, hitting a large pile of marble statues at the back of the classroom.

The statues, which could be called works of art, were hit by lead bullets, and the fragments flew and staggered backwards.

And the fan-shaped flames that emerged from the muzzle burned the still standing statue into a dirty gray-black.

The handgun is cool for a while, and the handgun is always cool,

When the flames and smoke dissipated, the black Trojan horse in the form of a gunman took a half step back in horror.

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

And "they" no longer knelt down, but stood up from the ground, stretched their arms forward, and faced the black Trojan horse.

It's like....trying to hug him.

The black Trojan only felt a cold current rushing through his back, but he didn't even care about the stinging and burning sensation from his palm.