It was drizzling on Saturday morning.
After Bai Mo got up, he prepared breakfast for himself. The breakfast was very simple, including two slices of toast, an egg, and a glass of milk.
This is a habit developed abroad over the years. When studying abroad alone, the only one who can take care of Bai Mo is himself.
When he came to the mirror, Bai Mo wore a gray casual suit with a white shirt underneath.
Today Bai Mo planned to attend Teng Jie's book signing. Considering that he knew the famous writer Teng Jie, Bai Mo was afraid of embarrassing Teng Jie when he arrived at the scene, so he dressed up carefully.
The book signing was held at Xinyue Bookstore in Shangcheng District. When Bai Mo came outside the gate of the bookstore, he was instantly shocked by the sight in front of him.
The hall on the first floor was crowded with people, and there were many people outside the door looking in.
Each of these people holds a book in their hands, and their eyes are full of anticipation, just like some star-chasing fans, holding their favorite CDs, waiting for their idols to leave their names.
Although there were many people, they all lined up in an orderly manner and did not cause any congestion.
Bai Mo knew that now was not the time to look for Teng Jie, so he entered the lobby on the first floor, walked directly to the elevator, and went to the third floor.
Before coming, Bai Mo had thought about not being able to see Teng Jie in a short period of time. He checked the bookstore's navigation in advance and knew that there were several bookshelves on the third floor dedicated to oil painting appreciation books.
The center of the third floor is empty, and you can see the situation on the first floor from the side.
At this moment, Teng Jie was signing an autograph for a reader. After signing, he nodded to the reader. The distance was too far and Bai Mo couldn't hear what Teng Jie said, but he felt that it must be something positive.
Teng Jie has no airs in life, and he treats readers the same way.
Bai Mo found a book that he had not read and chose a corner to sit down.
I don't know if this oil painting appreciation book was too exciting, but Bai Mo read it until 12 noon, and he actually forgot the purpose of his trip.
Feeling someone pat his shoulder, Bai Mo turned around blankly, and Teng Jie was looking at him with a smile.
Bai Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and called, "Brother-in-law?"
Teng Jie smiled, made a silent gesture, then leaned into Bai Mo's ear and lowered his voice: "The coffee here is good, do you want to go to the eighth floor to try it?"
Bai Mo naturally would not refuse.
The two of them came to the coffee shop on the eighth floor and chose a booth closest to the inside.
Teng Jie glanced at the book in Bai Mo's hand. Bai Mo was reading this book just now and was obviously planning to buy it.
"Is it this book that made you forget to look for me?" Teng Jie joked.
"Haha!" Bai Mo smiled awkwardly, "This was written by a domestic master. It added a lot of oriental insights, which was very helpful to me."
Teng Jie adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and tried to read the name of the book clearly.
Bai Mo showed a curious expression, "Brother-in-law, how did you know that I came to see you?"
"You know the time of my autograph session, and you appear here so coincidentally, you obviously came to see me!" Teng Jie replied matter-of-factly.
Bai Mo frowned, "But how did you know I was coming?"
Teng Jie pursed his lips in Bai Mo's direction, "Your dress today is so eye-catching. After you appeared, many of my female readers were looking at you. I followed their gazes and saw you directly. As for knowing that you are in San It’s even simpler upstairs. You’ll most likely read two kinds of books when you come here, either about painting or about criminal investigation. I can just follow the navigation to find you.”
"That's it!" Bai Mo couldn't help but feel that Teng Jie was very powerful. Even though Teng Jie said it very simply, not everyone can do these simple reasoning logics.
Bai Mo took a sip of the coffee and felt the rich aroma. Bai Mo nodded with satisfaction. This was the most authentic coffee he had tasted after returning to China.
At this time, Bai Mo suddenly thought of a question. Teng Jie came here openly, why didn't his fans follow him?
So Bai Mo put down his coffee cup and looked around to see if anyone was peeking here.
"No need to look for it. I pretended to leave first, and then went back to the bookstore through the side door. Everyone thought I left." This was Teng Jie, and Bai Mo could tell what he was thinking just by his actions.
"Tell me about it! Why are you suddenly interested in coming to my autograph session?" Teng Jie cherished this opportunity to chat with Bai Mo.
This time it was Bai Mo who took the initiative. Teng Jie needed to know why he came here before chatting with Bai Mo.
Bai Mo pointed to the book in Teng Jie's hand, which was his "The Last Supper", "Is this case based on the case of Liang Nan's parents?"
Teng Jie paused, blinked twice, and nodded thoughtfully, "I understand! The content of my case happens to be similar to Liang Nan's experience."
"Isn't it?" Bai Mo could see that Teng Jie was a little surprised. Obviously Teng Jie didn't know about Liang Nan's past.
"This case does come from a real case." Teng Jie briefly told the original facts of the case, and then added, "But the case materials I looked at all used pseudonyms, so I don't know if it is the case of Liang Nan's parents. .”
"Yes!" Bai Mo gave an affirmative answer, which also solved his doubts, "It turns out it was adapted from a real case, and you added several more people. I thought the information we got was fake. !”
"How could that be?" Teng Jie was amused by Bai Mo's innocence, "The files in the hands of the police are definitely the most authentic."
"Okay!" Bai Mo smiled shamefully, "Then why do you want to add so many characters? Can't you just use the original real case?"
"Many of the cases in my book are inspired by real cases, but they are adapted a lot based on reality and add a lot of reversals and uncertainties." Teng Jie shrugged, "After all, the competition pressure is too great now, so it's not like that There is no market for writing.”
Teng Jie knew that now was a particularly good time, so he asked tentatively: "Do you think novels should be like your paintings, and restoring real scenes is the best?"
Bai Mo nodded without thinking.
Teng Jie added: "When I was designing the case, I would have a very strange feeling. I would even feel that I was the murderer. I had really killed someone. It was as if I had completely taken on the character of the murderer. When you are drawing, Do you feel this way?"
For a moment, Teng Jie noticed that Bai Mo's expression stiffened, but when he wanted to confirm, there was only a bright smile on Bai Mo's face.
"No!" Bai Mo said with a smile, "Besides, I only draw portraits of murderers, not the scenes of their murders."
Is it wariness? He sensed that I was testing him, so he reacted quickly? Or am I overthinking it, and he has never assumed the role of the murderer?
No matter what the possibility is, Teng Jie, as a psychiatrist, knows best that today's temptation can only end here.
