Chapter 899 Draft

This application process is like a mason applying cement to an uneven cement layer. Therefore, many people call oil painters artistic masons.

Of course, most people don't mean any harm and are just joking with friends, but some people are full of malice and make people feel ridiculed in their words.

For example, there is a fat man standing in the center of the exhibition hall.

"These paintings are much better-looking than the original ones. They are smooth and without any fluctuations." The man said in a tone that made people feel uncomfortable. "Unlike those oil paintings, they look like they are just painted with layers of paint. What came out was completely incomprehensible, and those connoisseurs could still see all kinds of strange emotions in those abstract lines.

"Just because they have this weird feeling and no idea where the resonance is, it cost me millions of dollars more. It's a waste of my efforts!" the man said angrily, "It's the printer. If you can’t draw anymore, or the digital tablet is not advanced enough, why should you use resource-consuming things like paper and pen?

"Isn't this the electronic age? Even the exhibits here use electronic booths, right? I remember that "The Last Supper" we just watched didn't use projection technology?

“Paper painting should indeed be withdrawn from the stage of history!”

Because of his speech, many visitors showed displeasure.

Some of these people really like art, while others find these paintings very interesting. After all, there will always be people who are close to art.

And those who don't like art and make noisy noises to disturb their appreciation of art are the existence they hate.

"Sir, if you are dissatisfied with the paintings here, you can go to other exhibition areas. We have works by other painters here." A staff member came over and said stiffly, as if he rarely made such a rush. human actions.

"Are you driving me away?" the man yelled dissatisfied, "I spent money and can watch whatever I want! This is my right!"

"Yes, this is your right, but we also have the right to ask you to keep quiet." The staff member responded coldly. Probably intimidated by his momentum, the man immediately calmed down and ran to the side with his companions dejectedly. , talking quietly about something.

The staff apologized to other guests and said that someone would give them souvenirs from the art museum in a while. They hoped that everyone would have a wonderful afternoon at the art museum.

The staff left, and the man and his friend hid next to Robert and the others.

"Really, I just told the truth." The man was still aggrieved, "What happened to that staff member!"

His companion pulled his sleeve and said uneasily, "Okay, stop talking. Have you forgotten? I told you that this is where Ishii got lost."

The man snorted dissatisfied, "As promised, I'm just a spiritualist, not a detective. For this kind of missing case, you should seek help from the police."

His companion sighed, "There is no other way. I am not familiar with the police officers here at all. I asked them to come over to investigate, but they were rejected by the art museum. It is because I have no other way that I have to ask you for help."

As he spoke, he bent down and bowed, and said in a serious tone, "Please, Mr. Ohno."

The man known as Ohno patted his round belly and said dissatisfiedly, "I know, but the commission fee this time..."

"I will definitely satisfy you!" His companion said decisively.

Yuko tilted his head and asked curiously, "Takashi-kun, are these two people..."

Murakami was a little confused, "Well, my client is Mr. Ishii. Before the accident, he entrusted us to help him investigate the supernatural incident of the art monster. Unfortunately, he died before we set off."

"So, does this kind of commission have to be completed?" Robert looked confused. "Isn't this situation a failure of the commission?"

"Having said that." Murakami Takashi scratched his head in embarrassment, "But the commission fee is really high."

Robert was a little confused, "Entrustment fee? If the entrustment is completed, who should we ask for the money from? His descendants?"

Murakami Takashi shook his head, "No, the commission fee of 600,000 yen has already been handed over to us."

"Huh?" Robert was shocked, "This price is indeed very high! But how did you get it?"

Murakami raised his cell phone and said, "Use this. We actually have an order-grabbing software. Speaking of which, Master Xuan from the Flower Planting Country made it for us. I heard that they often use this software to help people in need solve various problems. , What a great invention..."

He was feeling so emotional, but Robert's whole body felt bad.

Why are you talking about a certain group more than ten years later?

Could it be that the founder of a certain group is also a wizard... no, a mysterious master!

It felt like the development of this world was getting more and more fantastic. Robert couldn't help but sigh. He saw the two people taking out their gloves and groping on the entire wall, like two wretched uncles who wanted to do something to these works of art. Something very terrible.

The little wizards looked at it for a while, then looked back and observed the painting in front of them.

To a certain extent, this is just a draft, a real draft, because the lines are drawn by a pencil at first glance. The black lines outline a man holding an axe, and lying on the ground is something like a log. There are countless messy lines under the feet and under the tree trunks, probably indicating that this is the ground, and the lines and curves on the side indicate that these are some felled trees.

There is only one scrawl that stands out in the whole painting. It seems that it is just a rough draft, and there is no intention to turn it into a real painting.

But here's the weird thing.

The tree lying on the ground is actually colored.

Yes, although other places are black, this tree is brown, with dark brown wood grain. There are no extra branches, and it looks like a bare trunk.

"I don't know what it means at all." Robert lamented, "Are the so-called masters people who have a picture in mind but don't reveal it until the last moment?"

"Just like a chef." Murakami expressed his opinion, "You can't know what kind of delicious food you are eating until the moment the lid is lifted."

"I feel the same way." The two guys without any artistic talent shook hands.

However, what they didn't expect was that at this moment, the two guys who seemed to be here to investigate Mr. Ishii also came over. They looked at the little wizards with some confusion, and then followed their line of sight and saw the wall. That painting above.

"ah!!!"