After the Louis XV era, the Palace of Versailles was no longer a bastion for European hegemony.
“Snow, heavy haze.” Wu Jin spoke quickly, “It will take at least 40 minutes to make our way from here to the mission location in the snow.” Wu Jin picked out two skirts from the pile discarded by Chu Chu and handed them back to her, “Keep warm. Let’s wait for Brother Wei and Vera to come out and explore the terrain first.”
Chu Chu asked immediately, “Mission location? Will the tasks take place outside?”
Wu Jin nodded, “In the ghost event at Trianon Palace, Queen Marie appeared in the Little Trianon Palace. In order to trigger the plot, the contestants must first make their way across the map.”
Chu Chu quickly wrapped the dress around herself like a cloak, “Are we going to go look for cards!”
Wu Jin, on the other hand, paused slightly, “Louis XVI is the last round. The dance just now was the last one––the cards are no longer meaningful. All we have to do is survive until the end.”
“This last round is a battle for survival.”
Solving riddles and political battles had merely been means to enter the final, decisive round.
In Louis XVI’s era, all they had to do was eliminate the enemy and survive to the end.
On their wrist watches, the number of survivors had stopped at 100. Wu Jin’s gaze once again looked out of the window. The snow flakes seemed to be a hint as they connected with a hidden memory, yet it also didn’t seem to be the case. The cold wind drew the snow towards the window, and Chu Chu subconsciously stretched out a hand––
The snowflakes were cold against her palm.
Chu Chu’s left hand was so cold that she couldn’t feel anything. She rubbed it, and then screamed shrilly, “What is this! How can there be blood––”
The tip of the girl’s pale fingertip had a dazzling reddish-brown stain. The ‘snowflake’ fell from her fingers, and Wu Jin moved quickly to catch it.
It wasn’t snow.
“It’s... shredded paper.” Wu Jin was surprised. The shredded paper had been kneaded into a small ball, and it seemed to have been a piece torn off from a sheet of paper. The red paint inside was smeared together and ended up on Chu Chu’s hand as soon as she rubbed against it.
Wu Jin opened the window again and more and more pieces of paper flew in.
The air was stale and choking, and it seemed that something was burning near the upper air vent, the ash intermingling with the snow.
The youth abruptly climbed out the window frame.
Chu Chu was shocked, “Wu Jin––”
Wu Jin suddenly reached out, grabbing a piece of paper from amongst the flying pieces of shredded paper, then sprang back from the window frame.
All the scraps of paper were covered in wet, red paint. It seemed as though someone had drawn out countless treacherous patterns, then torn them up and thrown them out into the snow storm.
“How could anyone dare to litter all over the Palace of Versailles!” Chu Chu complained.
The paper in Wu Jin’s hand was still mostly intact, and the design was relatively complete. After spreading it open, the two of them leaned in at the same time.
It was a flyer.
In this world of ice and snow, the wind outside the walls of Versailles blew in countless leaflets that were as alike as two peas in a pod.
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