There is a cute wife at home: Mr. President, please hold on

He always felt that what happened today was a little strange and inexplicable. The actions of the man in black not only made people puzzled, but also made Helian Quan faintly feel that there must be some deep meaning in it.

But maybe it's not necessarily because I think too much. A person who threatens others with the lives of so many people may be a lunatic. It is obviously unrealistic to talk to a lunatic about the logic of doing things.

He Lianquan pressed the screen of the mobile phone on and off, and then suddenly used his mobile browser to search for news about the art museum.

Professor Shen accidentally caught a glimpse of the name of the art museum that He Lianquan was typing in the input box of the browser, and pretended to be surprised: "Enshu Art Museum? President Helian is still interested in this art museum."

He Lianquan turned his head to look at Professor Shen.

"I remember that Professor Shen should have returned from studying abroad. Could it be possible that he knows something about this art museum?"

The surprised expression on Professor Shen's face seemed natural, and he smiled relaxedly in the face of He Lianquan's question: "When I was young, I walked through the art road for a period of time by chance, so I don't know much about this art museum. But I really don’t like it.”

Professor Shen's eyes turned out of the window. When looking out of the window, his eyes, which were originally plain and watery, seemed to be covered with a thick layer of ice crust, floating with deep and unpredictable hatred.

"When I was studying art when I was young, I heard about a story. At that time, the art gallery had just been established not long ago. It couldn't buy any expensive paintings, so it used the paintings of talented and poor people. Paintings are used to show off, but the pay is very low, and the reputation is not very good.”

Professor Shen habitually tapped his fingers on his knees when recalling the past, and his tone became deep.

"Later, a not-so-big incident happened in this art gallery. At that time, a poor painter with lame legs was brought back by the art gallery, and he was only given one bite of food. Living in the basement and painting for the art museum, but that artist is still very talented. People who want to buy the paintings of this artist through the art gallery are like crucian carp in the river. This makes Enshu Art Museum even more consider that artist The painter was more strict, but he didn't think of doing that painter any favors."

Even Police Officer Sun shook his head disapprovingly after hearing this past incident.

"It's no wonder that this art museum has been developing so tepidly since then. It turns out that it didn't accumulate virtue from the very beginning."

I don't know if it's Helian Quan's illusion, he always felt that Professor Shen had an inexplicable emotion when he told this matter, and he was forcibly suppressing something, but after careful taste, he didn't see it. way to identify.

"It's more than not accumulating virtue."

Professor Shen leaned on the back of the car seat, closed his eyes, recalled the memories of the year, and narrated more things.

"Originally, with the talent of that painter, it was impossible to fall into such a miserable situation. It is said that the reason why the painter broke his legs was because he offended people who could not be offended, so he was locked up in the art gallery to paint for them. I don’t have any complaints, but there is a painting that he put the most effort into, but he has been refusing to hand it over to the art gallery, and let those people force him—and later, that painter mysteriously disappeared.”

Professor Shen's narration made everyone in the car feel a creepy feeling, especially his last meaningful sentence "mysterious disappearance" made people guess in their hearts whether it was because of the painter's rebellion against the art museum Killed for his atrocities.

After all, what the art gallery did to the painter before was inhumane, so it's no wonder they guessed that way.

Unlike other people's simple guesses, He Lianquan caught a flash of inspiration and suddenly grabbed Professor Shen's wrist with his backhand.

Both Professor Shen and Officer Sun were taken aback by He Lianquan's sudden action, while He Lianquan only stared at Professor Shen cautiously.

"I don't know how many years ago that incident happened?"

Professor Shen blinked in bewilderment, pulled his wrist out of Helian Quan's hand with a little strength, then shook it and said: "These things are just what I heard from others when I was young. Let’s say it’s between 30 and [-] years.”

He Lianquan didn't expect to get a definite answer from Professor Shen, and kept the wrist in his original position after he took it away, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Can the paintings that the artist painted for the art gallery still be found now? Are there any signatures on those works?"

Professor Shen was looking at the circle of red marks on his wrist that He Lianquan pulled out with distress, and said casually: "I heard that many of those paintings from that year are still in the art museum. Since that painter disappeared mysteriously, Not many people buy his paintings anymore, and they all feel that the source of those words is really disgraceful."

Helian Quan gritted his teeth.

"That is to say, if you go to that art museum now, you may still be able to see the paintings left by that artist back then."

A thought suddenly flashed in Helian Quan's mind, making his eyes widen in disbelief.

"Why did the man in black let me go to the art gallery, and let me find a painting with the highest value there - Wen Wuyi, how can the value of a painting be judged casually."

He Lianquan lit up the phone screen, read the text message carefully again, and then sighed deeply.

"I actually think this person is reminding me, it seems that I am a little unconscious."

Professor Shen's classical expression was a bit strange, he turned his head slightly to look at the troubled Helian Quan, and then turned his head back to look out the window, his face full of indifference.

The car drove for a while and arrived at the entrance of the art museum. When the art museum was established, the location was considered prosperous, but unfortunately after so many years of changes, it has already become desolate, and even the fallen leaves on the roadside have not been cleaned up. The workers cleaned it in time, and it made a rattling noise when they stepped on it.

"This art museum looks a bit depressed now, and it really deserves it."

After opening the car door and getting out of the car, Police Officer Sun looked around at the surrounding terrain, and found that there was only one wide road, and there was no place to hide around, so he felt a headache.

"The street is empty, why did the man in black invite you here, and where can he observe us?"

Officer Sun thought for a while, returned to the co-pilot and issued a new order with his subordinates, while He Lianquan stood in front of the art museum with mixed feelings, Professor Shen also got out of the car together, looked up Look at the plaque in the museum.

Professor Shen looks fair and tender, but when he stood with He Lianquan, he realized that his height was basically the same as him, and there was no imperfection except that the shoulders were slightly narrower.

The sun shines golden light through the tall tree canopy beside the road. Professor Shen squinted his eyes and suddenly relaxed his muscles and bones.

"I see that the text message says that you are to find the painting alone, so I won't go in with you."

Professor Shen said this calmly after looking at He Lianquan's face, and then blessed himself without treating himself as an outsider at all: "I hope you can find out the most valuable painting in that person's mind."

Helian Quan curled the corner of his mouth.

"With your good words, I will definitely."

He Lianquan walked into the art museum alone. The old man sitting in the ticket office at the entrance looked tired and surprised when he saw someone coming to visit. He lazily took out a payment code, and then took out the ticket from The window flung out.

"What day is it today? Someone actually came here to visit."

As He Lianquan was walking, he heard the soft murmur of the old man in the ticket window behind him.

He Lianquan didn't pay attention to it, and walked along the long corridor of the night, looking at the oil paintings of different styles hanging on the walls on both sides along the way.

Those oil paintings are basically not signed, but it is obvious that the brushwork and artistic conception are not made by one person, and the level is obviously inconsistent.

Although he hasn't seen any outstanding ones yet, He Lianquan has subconsciously made an assessment in his heart.

If he were the owner of this art gallery, he would not have arranged the art gallery in such a bad way.

At least the paintings that you think are the most brilliant should be arranged in the most conspicuous places, so as to have the desire to attract the audience to move on.

Instead of placing these unlevel works at the entrance just now, the hero can guarantee that if he doesn't have the motivation to go on, he really wants to turn around and go out immediately.

Looking at these low-level paintings will make people's aesthetics lower - He Lianquan's mouth twitched when he looked at those oil paintings, and finally understood why this art gallery is in such a poor state.

He Lianquan had no way to determine where the mysterious man in black was ambush to observe him, so he took every step with extra caution.

But he was sure that the man in black wouldn't do anything casually until he let him see the scene he wanted to see.

He Lianquan had already entered the art museum, but Professor Shen and Police Officer Sun who stayed outside did not have such a good attitude.

Officer Sun sat in the car and kept observing the surrounding situation. Hearing the news from his subordinates on the walkie-talkie, he suddenly slapped the back seat of the car hard.

"What's the matter with this man in black? The people who stayed at the playground said that they didn't see any suspicious people coming over. We haven't found any suspicious people here for so long. Could it be that he can still Grow wings and fly over our heads."

Professor Shen sat beside Police Officer Sun, resting one hand on his chin and lazily looking outside.

"It's not just that no suspects have been found. Since our car was parked here, there hasn't even been a single person passing by."

Professor Shen yawned suddenly, and covered his open mouth with his fingers across his face, but he couldn't hide his tiredness.

"Professor Shen didn't rest yesterday, okay?"

Officer Sun suddenly noticed that there were two particularly inconspicuous dim spots under Professor Shen's eyes, so he casually expressed concern.

The expression on Professor Shen's face didn't know whether it was ridicule or calmness. After putting down his hands, he rubbed his temples by the way.

"It's just a little longer in the lab."

Police Officer Sun nodded with sympathy.

"You learned people are different. When I think about doing experiments for so long, my scalp gets numb. I always feel that the nightmare I had when I was in school is coming back again."

The corner of Professor Shen's mouth raised an imperceptible smile, and then he closed his eyes on his own in the car.