Yuanshin: The duty of the inspector is to eat melons

"Are we going to keep going forward?"

Tavernal originally wanted to ask this, but since the doctor said it, she didn't repeat it, and waited patiently for Columbia's answer later.

"No, if you keep going forward, you will probably fall into strange time fragments when Tavernaar's elemental power is exhausted."

"Have you seen these paintings on the wall?" The girl continued, "In this corridor, there are also your scrolls, and they correspond to corresponding periods of time. Please find them."

Hearing this, Tavernaar and the doctor also started to move forward in the corridor, while distinguishing the oil paintings on the wall one by one.

Columbia's reminders continued to reach their ears as they searched.

"Because your way of existence, doctor, is a reflection of a certain period of time, so many you may be seen here, so it is not very accurate to use your portrait as a coordinate."

"If you want to accurately return to the present, it is recommended to use Taverna's portrait as the coordinate."

Tavernaar nodded, every step she took when the [Bystander] was turned on had actually browsed the paintings on the wall, and the "Book of Narratives" kept flipping pages on one side as a verification, she Make sure you don't miss anything.

And in the process, she also noticed many very similar landscape paintings, often only a few details were different in these paintings, but after knowing that each painting corresponds to the corresponding time, Tavenal has a great understanding of these almost Repeated paintings also add another layer of understanding.

The doctor was half a step behind Tavernar, his hand was pressed against the wall on one side, and his eyes swept across the oil painting. The exquisite painting skills and artistic techniques did not seem to arouse his interest.

He was as bored as he was looking at flowers, and he didn't even bother to find a specific picture scroll, because he had already seen that Tavernall was fully qualified for the job by himself.

In his spare time, he apparently turned his attention to other areas.

He secretly observed what he saw behind Tavernar.

According to the memory of the self stationed in Zhidong, this experimental body has undergone earth-shaking changes in less than two years.

Not to mention the specialness brought about by the fact that she bears the spiritual imprint of the gods, she generally gets the help of other gods when she is sent out to travel.

Just because of this courage to face himself more freely, Dottore has to admit that the other party's mental toughness is far beyond comparison.

As a group of synchronized memories, the doctors only show slightly different personalities.

How destructive his experimental methods are to an ordinary person with a sound mind, most of the experimental subjects are almost unable to face him again after passing through his hands.

Yet Tavernal did.

Whether it was because of the Ice Queen's support that gave her confidence, or the abundance of power made her no longer afraid of herself, Dottore was sincerely happy.

Yes, joy.

Just like seeing his achievements recognized by most people, he is very happy to see this result.

This is his unavoidable little pride as a scholar.

Tavernaar kept scanning one painting after another, capturing his figure.

She knew that she still had a lot of strength left, and could support and maintain this channel for a long time, but at the same time, she also had a very deep understanding of her non-chief physique.

I am afraid that I will have to go to the big guarantee to find a second painting.

However, the most frightening thing is whether this seemingly endless corridor will give her a guaranteed chance.

She was afraid that she would not be able to hold on until she had finished exploring.

So, Tavenal stopped, turned around and looked up at the doctor.

"Have you discovered it?" The doctor smiled leisurely.

"Borrow some elemental power." Tavenal looked at the doctor who had been paddling for fish from just now with a blank expression, and his voice was so cold that it could freeze into ice.

"You have no confidence in yourself?"

"This is my probability theory. When a bad thing has a one percent chance of happening, you only need to consider that one percent."

When Tavernaar spoke, he felt that the characters and weapons that had been crooked were floating in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

It has to be said that her guarantor character is not limited to one game, but in any card-drawing game, she will always be the one who eats the guarantor.

"It's always good or bad to plan, right?" The doctor said he understood, "My experiments often need to try many times to get rid of all the interference items before I can find the final answer."

Tavernaer suddenly recalled his experimental class in college, and felt even more painful.

"People who are unlucky are not suitable for the exhaustion method." All the sadness in Tavenal's heart was suppressed by her, and she expressed her life insights for many years in a flat and numb manner.

PhD:"……"

It is also rare for the doctor to be unable to speak.

He lowered his head, controlled the output of elemental power with one hand, and replaced Tavernaar to maintain the channel.

The hallway shook for a moment, then returned to normal.

Columbia's voice came again.

"I will keep the door open on the real world side. After I find the corresponding portrait, I will extend my power to touch the corresponding painting."

"In order to avoid the collapse of the channel, I will no longer transmit sound into it."

The other party's voice disappeared, and Tavernaar turned his attention back to the wall and reminded him backwards.

"We need to go faster."

The light in Taverna's eyes flickered. In order to prevent the doctor from cutting off the supply of elemental power due to the distance, Tavernaar manipulated the wind element to surround the two of them and rushed forward.

The "Book of Narrative" kept flipping, and Taverna's eyes and mind quickly flitted across the walls on both sides. Countless oil paintings appeared in her consciousness and were thrown aside. This kind of browsing burden also is slowly increasing.

With the accumulation of a large number of pictures, Tavernall can't help but feel a little puzzled:

If the owner of this corridor is the girl herself, how long did she go through to leave so many records on the walls on both sides of the corridor?

Tavernal has been curious about the girl's origin more than once.

Why does Columbia keep her eyes closed?

Why is Columbia loyal to the Ice Queen?

What happened to Columbia's past?

Tavernall can't forget when he and the other party went to the northern border to deal with the cold disaster.Columbia gazing at the stars by the campfire at night.

The beautiful girl has her eyes closed, her expression is quiet and natural, and the corners of her mouth are always upturned, as if she is really an angel and a pure girl who doesn't know the sufferings of the world.

However, Columbia was far from being pure when she was transformed into a snowstorm at the bottom of the downward tower.

There is such a huge contrast between the two hers, but when you think about it carefully, they are so harmonious and unified.

Thoughts in Tavernal's mind kept flashing, and at the same time he did not forget to search for the portrait he wanted.

Speaking of which, she was also very curious about what kind of posture the portrait she placed on this corridor would appear in.

So, when Tavenal, whose elemental power consumption was almost bottomed out, saw the portrait, her first reaction was whether she had made a mistake.

It was a portrait with its back turned to them.

Tavernal saw the wind and snow drifting in the sky and the ice field in the distance in the background, and saw a silver-haired figure with his back almost hanging down to the ground standing facing the vast ice field in the painting, while his back was facing the people outside the painting.

Tavernal couldn't see the front of the person in the painting at all, and couldn't confirm who it was for a while.

"The height ratio is the same, and the hair color is basically the same."

The doctor next to him gave objective advice, "Except for the holder of the ice god's eye, no one would let such long hair hang out in such a heavy snow, and it would freeze."

Tavenal stepped forward.Press your hand against the edge of the frame.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the ice element covered the frame, extending towards the inside of the painting.

Suddenly, the sound of wind rang in her ears, and the howling wind swept across the ice field, with a hollow and mournful echo, like a mourning cry.

And the wailing was quickly covered by the sound of the new wind and snow, and the tip of the nose was stimulated by the sudden chill, and it started to prick like a needle.

There was a flash of whiteness in front of Tavernal's eyes, and her body suddenly became light, followed by the pull of gravity, she felt that her feet were empty, and she fell towards the bottom of the endless pure white.

A phantom figure appeared above her, facing her face to face, with the same ice-blue eyes and long silver-white hair.

But unlike Tavernar, the other party was wearing a complicated and exquisite court dress without reducing majesty, wearing a crown on his head, and his face was as cold as frost.

This is the Queen of Ice.

More precisely, projections.

The Ice Queen looked at Tavernar who was close at hand, her voice was still indifferent, but there was a little more tenderness between her brows.

"Tavernaar, the rules correct the world line by itself without us realizing it. Suspend your attempt and don't wake him up. This conversation is also secret."

After finishing speaking, the phantom of the Ice Queen shattered and dissipated layer by layer, until the moment it completely disappeared, Tavernaar's endless fall also stopped at the same time.

Chapter 85 The Return

She felt that she had penetrated an invisible barrier and fell into a cold ice cave.

Concentrating again, Tavernaar saw his current environment clearly.

She was quite familiar with the white walls and plenty of light.

This is the doctor's laboratory.

During this time, the doctor who was in Zhidong was standing on the edge of the experimental platform not far away, looking at this side.

A few steps away was the young girl Columbia. Seeing her, Tavernall's heart was finally relieved.

The portrait whose face was invisible was indeed himself, and it corresponded to the correct time point.

Turning aside, the doctor who appeared in Daozuma stood firmly one meter behind her. Obviously, only Tavernall's landing posture was not right in this teleportation.

She stood up from the ground, and before she could speak, she shivered.

"I think I should do it again, and I will definitely be able to stand and land next time."

Tavenal used his ice elemental force to block the incoming chill without changing his face, looked at his thin clothes, and felt that it was necessary to go home first.

Originally, I planned to find the stragglers after a while, and then I would consider returning to Zhidong. Now it's all right, and the travel expenses are saved.

"Long-distance teleportation is not a travel tool, Tavernal." Columbia was quite concerned about Tavernal's previous words, "If you want to, you need to tell me three days in advance when you come back next time, and I will save some strength To maintain the channel, you should relax a bit."

Actually took the complaint seriously, Tavernaer couldn't help covering his face in his heart, but still maintained his superficial seriousness, nodding seriously, "This time it happened suddenly, I will pay attention next time."

"Let me tell you a few people. If it's been a long time, please go elsewhere. The experiment on my side is still going on."

Dr. Zhidong clapped his hands with a half smile, attracting everyone's attention.

"Let the most hypocritical of us accompany you, and talk slowly in the living room, how about it?"

Tavernaar glanced at the laboratory bench in Dr. Zhidong's hand, and then at Dr. Inatsuma's smiling face.

Sure enough, even he scolded himself ruthlessly.

Tavenal turned around decisively, "No, I still have some things to deal with." She looked at Columbia, "Are you free? Do you want to come to my house for tea?"

"Okay~" The girl clasped her hands together and readily agreed.

So, the two girls walked towards the door of the laboratory like this.

As for the doctors, the two came together instead, making gestures and rowing around the experimental table.

They hated each other just now, but now they work hand in hand.

The corner of Tavernal's mouth twitched.

Who cares, my mom won't let me play with psychos.

When passing the door of the laboratory, Tavernaar glimpsed some damage to the door frame. It seemed that the door was pushed too hard, and the whole door was embedded in the wall.

"Yeah—" Columbia stopped and turned around, "Your door seems to be broken."

Her tone was quite innocent, as if the damage to the door had nothing to do with her.

"Just put it in the damage report later." Dr. Zhidong focused on the matter at hand without raising his head.

Although this is already the fourth door he has broken this month, the first three doors were all blown up due to experimental errors.

Another doctor chuckled, "It's okay, normal wear and tear."

Now that both of them said that, Columbia naturally stopped worrying about it, hummed the melodious and floating melody again, and gradually walked away from Tavernaar.

After leaving the research institute, the icy wind blowing towards his face blew across his cheeks like a knife.

With bare calves and only two layers of thin clothing on his body, Tavernar shivered again in the cold wind.

From Naruto Island, where the sun is like fire and the wind is warm, to the Kingdom of Winter, the sudden change is really too big, and there is not even any adaptation or buffer.

Thanks to my divine eyes, I am more resistant to freezing than ordinary people.

"Is it cold?" Columbia turned her head to see her movement, and stretched out her hand to hold Taverna's hand.