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"Oh ship!" Greta opened her arms widely. "I remember that craziness!"

"Like... was it about the museum being reeeeeaaalllyyy messed up or somethin'...?" Carlsone scratched the top of his head, as he looked at the hanging paintings.

"It was someone's bright idea to transform the world into a huge painting show!" Greta's face went paler and her eyes went on Mirii. "Th-those fellas a-aren't real Squids... r-right?"

"... I'm afraid they are..." Mirii sighed. "... th-this room h-has the potential of b-being the origine of such experiment..."

"What the turf?!" Greta frowned a lot, as she slapped Carlson's stomach. "We gotta do some hero job, big boy!"

"Like, weren't we huntin' for those puzzle pieces...?" His mouth rose.

"Forget the pieces!" Greta threw her arms towards him, while scowling to the max. "We have innocents trapped in paintings!"

"They aren't trapped inside paintings, Greta..." Mirii's eyes closed. "They are part of the painting."

"Eh?" Greta twisted towards her friend, as her eyes turned into a vertical line each. "... isn't it the same?"

"No." Mirii's hands went behind her back. "The scientists used their machine to turn Inklings into special ink which was used to draw them on the paintings and... well, making them the actors or the actresses of said painting."

"... just, tell us what to do to revert them back!" Greta threw her arms towards Mirii as well.

"... drat..." Mirii's right hand went over her mouth, as her eyes semi-opened, her eyebrows lowered and sweat covered her forehead. "I-I... c-can't remember the solution..."

"Me neither!" Hun sighed.

"Too much time passed...!" Greta's right hand went over her forehead. "Who the turf remembers the darn solution?!"

"Like... wasn't it a machine or somethin'?" Carlson shrugged. "I mean, if the machine did this stuff... then, it's the machine who undoes it, I guess?"

"... that's stupid, Barsy." Greta frowned at him, as her right hand slid off her forehead. "Try again with"

"It was a machine!"

Mirii's shout attracted everyone elses' attention, as they were watching her raising her right forefinger.

"There was a machine who is supposed to elaborate the ink and revert back the innocent!" Mirii nodded. "Yes, that must be it!"

"Way to go, brainy!" Greta threw her fist up in the air.

She walked near Carlson, slapping the back of his shoulders.

"And thank you for the suggestion!" She winked at him, while sticking out her tongue.

"Ha ha ha!" He grinned, while folding his arms and shutting his eyes.

"There must be a machine who can revert those innocents back to their normal form..." Mirii turned herself around.

The paintings were the only thing who easily captured her attention... coupled with the wooden table.

"... wait a sec." Greta's right hand went over her right cheek. "But weren't the paintings moving or something...?"

"... you are right...!" Mirii turned herself, focusing on her taller friend. "But those aren't moving at all..."

"A-are they... really Squids?!" Hun aimed his eyes over one painting. "Are you alive? Hello?!"

...

"... pl-please..." Hun bended himself forward, as his fists clenched. "Answer to us!"

"It's useless, Hunley..." Mirii sighed, as her eyebrows went up. "They would had already talked to us, if they could..."

"... that's so twisted..." Greta grimaced, as she rose her head and watched the ceiling. "Are ya still watching us gettin' more and more disgusted?! You sick psychos!"

"Yeah, like... what the turf, man!" Carlson opened his arms.

"... hmpf..." Mirii rose her head, looking at the ceiling as well. "I don't care if our current objective is a puzzle pieces hunt..." Her eyes squeezed a little. "I want to get to the bottom of this... and I will."

"Is there another hidden door where the antidote is hiding?" Hun was already near the wall, touching as many points of it as he could.

"Clever idea!" Greta grinned a little. "We are gonna burst through those darn polystyrene walls!"

"Liiiike, do we need raw power?" Carlson crackled his knuckles, grinning as well.

"We need intelligence." Mirii walked near the wooden counter. "There must be a hint or something similar around here..."

Mirii's eyes scanned the wooden surface, finding nothing different from the already seen painting... her hands went over the painting's edge.

"Perhaps under the painting...?" Her irises moved over her left side. "Carlson. Come."

"For what?" The called Inkling walked towards Mirii.

"I want you to lift this painting and hold it until I tell you to put it back on the table." Mirii folded her arms.

"Easy!" Carlson grabbed the sides of the painting, albeit he was slightly leaning towards it with his back.

The boy rose the painting in less than a second: Mirii's hands went on the wooden surface, as her eyes immediately looked the shadow formed beneath the painting.

Again, there wasn't anything of interest... her eyes then, looked up.

"... Carlson, I got an idea." Mirii retreated her posture back to how it was. "Flip the painting, so we can see its back on the table."

"Here I go!" Carlson flipped the painting, as he put it back on the table once it was flipped by 180 degree.

"Let's see..." Mirii leaned herself over the painting's back, as she already pointed her attention onto it. "... something is indeed written!"

Mirii's eyebrows went down, as her hands went now on the surface of the painting's back.

"But... what kind of language is this?" Mirii's eyes squeezed a bit. "... a quick check on the Inknet will give me a hand..."


"Tee hee hee!"

Zira was jumping on the hallway, watching every door near her sides.

"Where aaaarree yyooouuu?!" Zira latched herself onto a random door on her right side, as she immediately opened it widely. "Here?!"

The cheerful girl looked at the room carefully: a desk, with a closed laptop on its surface, was positioned over the front-right corner of the room, while the middle of the room had an armchair with a pair of thick, black glasses-like device on its base.

"... ooooohh..." The girl semi-bounced towards the chair. "Are those... ... the dreamy virtual world machine?!"

Tee hee hee!