Chapter 118 Statue

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

The art room is not bright and clean. Some wooden easels are scattered in every corner.

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

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

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

As an excellent programmer, the black wooden horse is a straight man of steel, but in college, in order to chase after a senior from the art department, he specially read a lot of art books,

Recognize the prototypes of these plaster statues.

"This is David, here is the Dying Slave, here is the Rebellious Slave, here is Aphrodite of Melos, here is St Mark, here is Herac The Struggle Between Ruth and Antaeus"...."

The art appreciation ability of the black wooden horse is still good. These statues are exquisite in workmanship, delicate in technique, and high in artistic attainments, which 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 on the side of the road.

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

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, and her soft face covered with tulle was neither happy nor sad, just looking ahead peacefully.

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

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

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

However, the statue of a woman placed in the messy classroom in front of him gave the feeling of the black wooden horse even more shocking.

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.

When things go wrong, there must be a demon. The black wooden horse resisted the urge to put "her" in the backpack, and took a few steps back silently.

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

A series of green data streams flowed through the mirror of the glasses, but it did not show that the nameless statue was carrying any abnormal data.

"Could it be that I'm paranoid?"

He frowned, rubbed his dry eyes, and said softly to himself: "I don't know what's going on with Li Risheng..."

Suddenly, like a goose being strangled, he opened his eyes wide and stared at the statue.

When the black wooden horse blinked, "she" seemed to move, and the hands that were originally placed on the knees were pressed against the base of the statue at some point.

It looked like he was about to stand up from the ground.

It's not an illusion,

As a veteran player, the black Trojan horse is very clear that any small "abnormality" in the script task may lurk a fatal murderous intention.

He kept staring at the unknown statue, and took out the Casio calculator named "When a Mathematician Realizes He's Wrong",

Use the front of the calculator to face the unknown statue, and press your finger on the zero key.

The cooling time of this piece of equipment is as long as 15 minutes, and there is only one chance to attack in a life-and-death fight.

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

In the slightly messy art classroom, one person and one statue face each other from a distance,

The black wooden horse looked at the setting sun that was about to set down the ridge from the corner of its eye, and felt a rush of anxiety and irritability in its heart.

He continued to hold the Casio calculator in one hand, and took out an old brown-yellow copper short-handled pistol in the other.

[Name: Simple Disposable Hand Gun]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Rare]

【Attack Power: Medium】

[Special effects: fireworks splashing. Launch dozens of lead bullets and cause fire attribute damage to the fan-shaped area in front. 】

[Consumption: 5% of the overall energy value]

[Cooling time: none. The loading of lead bullets and gunpowder needs to be done manually. 】

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

[Remarks: This ancient handgun can be traced back to the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. It has considerable lethality, but when it is used, the flames ejected from the muzzle will also burn the user's palm. That's why the words "If you want to hurt others, hurt yourself first" are engraved on the body of the gun. 】

This ancient handgun that can be put in the museum is another rare piece of equipment carried by the black wooden horse.

Don't look at this thing as if it is about to fall apart, but 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 bullets in the flames can also cause damage to spirit bodies.

It’s just that the loading procedure is a bit cumbersome. Every time after firing the gun, you have to manually load the lead bullet and gunpowder into it by yourself. It’s really "one second to shoot, one minute to reload".

Holding the short-handled handgun, the black wooden horse slowly approached the statue, and the moment it reached the maximum damage range of the handgun, it pulled the trigger.

There was a loud bang, and the dilapidated hand gun sprayed out tiny lead bullets like raindrops, hitting a large pile of marble statues behind the classroom.

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

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

The hand gun is cool for a while, and the hand gun is always cool,

When the flames and smoke cleared away, the black wooden horse turned into a gunman took half a step back in horror.

At the back of the classroom, there was originally only one nameless statue, but now there are two,

Moreover, "they" no longer sat on their knees, but stood up from the ground, stretched their arms forward, and faced the black wooden horse.

Like....trying to hug him.

The black Trojan horse only felt a gust of cold rushing through its back, and didn't even care about the tingling and burning sensation coming from its palm.