Weird Regulator

The temperature at night is plummeting, and it feels like it has reached about 2-3 degrees above zero. In addition, the square is empty and the wind is stronger.

Jin Xi and Ding Wangshu, who were squatting in the flower bed at the front entrance, could hardly bear it any longer. They relied on each other and shivered.

Fang Shenyan's tone was extremely calm, as if he was talking about something trivial and ordinary.

But when it fell on everyone's ears, it woke up six tired minds in the cold wind.

Jin Xi's long eyelashes fluttered, and she subconsciously grabbed Ding Wangshu's arm, her mind filled with the words Fang Shenyan said.

Female ghost...how could it be a female ghost...

Ding Wangshu lost her enthusiasm when she first came, and during the long wait, she began to feel a little panic.

She focused her attention on the pyramid-shaped museum. There was nothing on the third floor of the entire row of impenetrable glass windows.

Soon, soon she would enter this haunted building.

Tongguan huddled at the exit of the back door of the church, avoiding the increasingly violent evening wind.

At this time, he asked the same question as Jin Xi:

How could it be a female ghost?

Judging from the mission briefing, more than 80% of the root ghost of this mission is this mysterious painting called Skin.

As for the skin, since it is suspected to be Lowell Andy's legacy, even if it is human skin, it will only be a man's skin.

In other words, even if Skin has a gender, it should still be a male ghost.

Tongguan Kaimai will provide further conclusive information.

But on the other side of the headset, Fang Shenyan seemed to have anticipated everyone's questions and took the lead in explaining:

The female ghost is not smiling at me, it's because she looks like this.

We all know the owner of this face, her name is Stephanie.

So it is not accurate to say that it is the face of a female ghost, it should be a painting.

Even a three-year-old knows the name of this painting. It's called Stephanie's Smile.

Stephanie's smile.

The name of this painting is so great that Fang Shenyan's description is not an exaggeration at all. Almost half of the people in the world have heard of this painting.

This painting is a widely circulated work by a world-famous artist from fourteenth century ago.

According to rumors, if you look directly at Stephanie, you will feel that she is not smiling.

Only when you look into her eyes and feel the shadows on her cheeks do you think she is smiling lightly.

The original painting is naturally not in Shanming City, and the current painting is obviously a replica.

Stephanie's smile doesn't matter at all.

What really shocked Tongguan was why it appeared in front of the glass window on the third floor!

A painting floated to the window, and the woman in the painting peered at the living people outside the museum?

Hong Fu was still unsure and asked Fang Shenyan if he was wrong. After all, it was too incredible.

Fang Shenyan did not answer at all, which showed his affirmative attitude.

Tongguan would not ask such a low-level question. He fell into a long silence at this moment.

Maybe, the idea is already wrong.

Skin is not the root ghost?

There are still more than forty minutes left before it arrives at the World Heritage Museum, but supernatural events have already occurred in the museum.

Does this mean that something in the museum is the real crisis of this mission?

Brother Tong, can I think that our painting-grabbing operation has failed.

Judging from the current situation, the 'skin' is not the main source of crisis.

The real root ghost is inside the museum.

So it’s impossible for us to get the ‘skin bag’ without entering the museum…”

Feng Jiafu had a wry smile on his face. He lay tiredly on the wall and had given up on combing the messy hair on his head.

Tongguan was silent.

What Feng Jiafu said makes sense.

This is a basic analysis based on task rules.

If the root ghost is not a skin, but something in the museum.

Then it is absolutely impossible for them to get past the root ghost and steal the skin directly.

The scene fell into a stalemate, and everyone was silent, just listening to the whining of the wind.

If the painting-grabbing operation is doomed to fail, then what's the point of everything we do now.

Ding Wangshu took the lead and said in the headset:

In that case, why are Sister Jin and I still drinking in the cold outside?

Jin Xi pulled Latin Wangshu's sleeves and motioned for him to sit down and speak slowly.

Ding Wangshu stood in the wind and did not listen to the advice. Instead, he pressed the headset and continued:

Brother Tong, I'm not questioning your decision, but at least you have to change shifts.

You two groups are hiding in the leeward, leaving the two of us half-frozen to death in the huge square. It doesn't make sense.

In fact, Ding Wangshu's request was normal. Groups 1 and 2 still had a place to hide from the wind. They had been sitting in the square for too long.

I'm just afraid that if I continue, I'll catch a cold before I finish the mission.

Tongguan frowned, while calling Feng Jiafu, preparing to change places with the three groups, he was still thinking about this so-called painting-grabbing operation in his heart.

But after a brief thought, he still believed that the painting grab must be carried out.

First of all, the purpose of snatching paintings is to get close to the skin as soon as possible, but it does not necessarily mean grabbing it.

This is the first action to determine the location of the skin.

Secondly, if Skin arrived at the World Monument Museum at eleven o'clock is useless information, then there is no need to write the task.

Skin arrives at eleven o'clock - the mission begins at twelve o'clock, this hour must be extremely important.

In Tongguan's view, he is almost the winner of this mission.

Therefore, no matter what, we must continue to grab pictures.

Even if Skin is not the root of the ghost, even if there is no doubt that he must enter the World Heritage Museum, he still has to wait at the entrance of the museum before eleven o'clock!

…

The small episode affected the atmosphere within the team.

For the next forty minutes, few spoke again.

Six shop assistants, three groups of locations, except for rotating every fifteen minutes, there is no action anymore.

Only Fang Shenyan forcibly knocked out four innocent tourists during this period and tied them into the car.

Currently, a group of Hong Fu and Chen Wen were squatting in front of the flower bed at the main entrance.

Tongguan and Feng Jiafu of the second group guarded the safe passage.

Jin Xi and Ding Wangshu from the third group moved to the back door.

Everyone began to shut up about Stephanie's smile, and devoted themselves to welcoming the arrival of eleven o'clock in the evening.

Fang Shenyan, who was sitting alone in the business car, raised his wrist and stared at the hands on his watch.

Behind him, a rope bundled six tourists into a ball, all of them gagged to prevent them from making any random noises.

The first couple to be tied up were now fully awake.

A man and a woman were screaming crazily towards Fang Shenyan's position, but because their mouths were blocked, they could only let out feeble wails.

Fang Shenyan ignored the anger behind him and just counted the countdown carefully.

five four three two one……

The World Heritage Museum ushered in the night of 23:00 on December 1st.

Fang Shenyan looked at the museum's pyramid from a macro perspective through the car window.

Except for the invisible wind, it was still empty.

Nothing, nothing came.

Tick, tick, tick.

Time is still passing, and all the clerks in the headset spend their time waiting without saying a word.

Until, it was quiet for another ten minutes.

At 23:10, Fang Shenyan stretched his stiff neck, opened the car door and took a step forward.

No need to wait, time has passed.

The painting-grabbing operation failed, and it’s time to go ahead with my plan.