It usually takes a long time for a painter to paint, and within this time, the object being painted is the subject.
Don't move around the whole time.
But the wandering painter invited by Oba Haruhiko is different. He only needs the object to be painted to maintain the posture to be painted for a short period of time.
The rest relies entirely on his memory to complete the painting.
This is why Oba Haruhiko invites him to paint every time.
The painter began to paint.
Shuji Tsushima started playing games with Hiroki Sawada.
"By the way, Hiroki, how is your artificial intelligence? Have you decided on a name?" he asked.
"It's called Noah's Ark..." Sawada Hiroki looked embarrassed.
Shuji Tsushima: ...It definitely has nothing to do with Noah.
"It's a good name." Tsushima Shuji nodded.
The scene was silent for a while.
"Let's play games." He took out the game console.
…
The painter painted the painting all night without eating or drinking, and finally finished it when the sun was rising.
He threw away the paintbrush in his hand, came to sit down at a table nearby, drank a bottle of water in one breath, and then grabbed the food and started eating without hesitation.
"Go tell your husband and young master that the painting is done and have the money ready." He said to the bodyguard on the side with satisfaction.
"Okay." The bodyguard nodded.
In the picture, Oba Haruhiko is sitting in a wheelchair, Tsujima Shuji is standing next to him, and Sawada Hiroki is standing next to Tsushima Shuji.
Haruhiko Oba has a gentle smile, Shuji Tsushima has an expressionless face, and Hiroki Sawada looks shy.
Lifelike, scene reproduction.
Haruhiko Oba expressed his satisfaction.
The bodyguard handed the painter a check for ten million dollars.
The painter was also very satisfied, took the check and kissed it heavily.
"You are welcome to come to me next time."
He waved the check and left.
Not even the painting tools are needed.
"He's going to give money to people again..." Tsushima Shuji showed no expression on the surface but applauded inwardly.
He wants to go too.
Use that person's money.
"Is that painter always like this?" Hiroki Sawada looked at the highly completed painting and thought about the painter's lack of focus.
"It's always been the case." Tsushima Shuji nodded affirmatively.
"But the painting is very good..." Hiroki Sawada reached out and touched the frame.
"Master Hongshu, it's time for you to go back." Sindora's bodyguard stepped forward and whispered.
"I understand." Sawada Hiroki's eyes were melancholy.
Shuji Tsushima: Hiroki and I collided with each other...
"See you next time, Noah." Sawada Hiroki said goodbye to him.
…
After Hiroki Sawada left, Shuji Tsushima immediately changed his aura.
"Are Xiuzhi bored?" Haruhiko Oba asked unexpectedly.
"An interesting thing just happened." He handed Tsushima Shuji a mobile phone.
"Someone is live broadcasting the murder online."
"Huh?" Tsushima Shuji sat up.
If you say that, I feel a little bit interested.
"Where are those FBI people?" Tsushima Shuji opened his phone and asked.
Shuji Tsushima: No, no, the FBI hasn’t caught him yet.
Then he saw the figure wearing a white crow mask in the live broadcast room.
And the three people who were tied to stools, looking horrified but unable to call for help.
Shuji Tsushima: Wow, this mask.
"Let me introduce these three to you. Maybe some people know them and some people don't." A voice full of electronic music sounded.
"This one is the Commissioner of the New York Police Department. Let me think about the reason why he is here..." White Crow rummaged through his body and pulled out a white note.
Then he held the note with his white-gloved hand and read the words on it.
"Oh, this Mr. Director is really a scumbag. He takes advantage of his position to harass women, and even forcibly has sex with... We can find sixteen women, six of whom are even under the age of fourteen... Most of the others are under the age of fourteen. Between the ages of sixteen and eighteen..." Bai Ya said and gave the man on the far left a slap.
The slap made the other party feel dizzy.
"You are really rubbish."
Bai Ya shook the paper in his hand and came to the person in the middle.
"This is the boss of a gangster family. Of course, I put in a lot of effort to catch him. I even used a rocket launcher. Who knows what those FBIs are doing? They actually let a guy with a lot of arms and equipment The tissue is so moist..." Bai Ya patted the legendary boss's face contemptuously with a white piece of paper.
Tsujima Shuji heard what the other party said:...
He looked at Haruhiko Oba on the side.
Our organization is also very prosperous.
Why don't you try and take this person to your side?
At that time, I will arrange a global live broadcast for you!
"Let's see what he did wrong, oh God, do you know, this guy actually has a perverted hobby, he likes to eat the same kind of people, and the younger he is, the more he likes it..." Bai Ya said and kicked him. On the man's belly.
"Why don't you eat yourself?" White Crow cursed.
Then he came to the last person.
"Oh, this is a star player in the racing world. When I arrested him, this guy's car just ran over a person. Let me see..." Bai Ya raised the note in his hand again.
"Midnight Death Knight, according to statistics, as many as thirty people died on the road in the middle of the night."
"It turns out that your speed racing skills were all acquired at the cost of human life..." Bai Yao said and sighed, then jumped up and kicked the opponent in the face with a roundhouse kick.
"Son of a bitch! Refund my ticket money!" shouted loudly.
"Oh, although I haven't gone to see your game." Bai Ya spread his hands.
"Then, your fate will be left to many netizens." Bai Ya stood in front of the three people and said.
Then he turned to look at the screen.
"Now, their life and death is in your hands..."
"Make a choice, let them live and continue to harm others, or die and never harm others again..."
"The choice is in your hands." Bai Ya said and disappeared from the live broadcast room.
The three tied men struggled with fear in their eyes and whimpering.
The barrages in the live broadcast room kept flooding the screen.
The gap between life and death is getting wider and wider.
The red bar symbolizing death is in a crushing posture.
"By the way." White Crow, who had disappeared, returned to the live broadcast room again.
There is only a pure white raven mask on the screen.
"Those useless FBI, come and arrest me."
"If they come too late, they will die." He said and left again.
Shuji Tsushima: Applaud wildly.
"Those FBI can only watch him provoking, how pitiful..." Shuji Tsushima spoke with pity, but his tone was full of gloating.
"Shuzhi, do you want to see something more interesting?" Haruhiko Oba asked with a smile.
"Of course." Tsushima Shuji nodded.
Why refuse when you can have something more interesting to do with your time?
Haruhiko Oba pressed a button on the armrest of the wheelchair.
Suddenly a huge projection appeared on the wall of the living room.
"Hey~ Times Square..." Tsushima Shuji said with great interest.
There is a big screen in Times Square, which has the largest number of people.
Usually used for advertising.
However, just today, the screen that was still playing advertisements a moment ago turned into scenes that just happened in the live broadcast room.
"Fortunately, I didn't turn on the sound." Tsushima Shuji sighed.
Otherwise, just by the screams of the crowd in the square, anyone with a weak heart could go directly to see God.
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