The entire gallery was surprisingly quiet, so quiet that you could hear the sounds of others swallowing saliva.
"Teacher Bai?" The fat man suddenly spoke and asked with an uncertain tone, "Is this a hand-painted painting?"
Bai Mo nodded slowly. Seeing Bai Mo admit that this was a painting, many people breathed a sigh of relief.
The picture is so real that many people with poor professional skills think it is an enlarged photo.
Yang Lu still held Bai Mo's arm hard. Even though it was hand-painted, she couldn't suppress the fear and shock in her heart.
Bai Mo frowned and narrowed his eyes. Only Yang Lu, who was beside Bai Mo, could see his solemn look.
Bai Mo had seen it from Teng Jie before. The cover of the book "The Last Supper" was a hand-painted painting, as real as a photo.
"The Last Supper" was painted by Teng Jie by an old gentleman. According to Teng Jie, the old gentleman was very famous in ink painting, and it was impossible for a person of this level to participate in such a small painting exhibition.
It is not easy to have such attainments in the field of hand-painting. Who would have thought that two people could appear in Meihai City?
Of course, what Bai Mo cares about is not only the hand-painting skills, but also the authenticity of the pictures.
What Bai Mo calls authenticity is not how realistic the picture is, but how real the content in the painting is!
For more than a month, Bai Mo went to the forensic building to practice portraits whenever he had time. He saw many photos of death scenes, including the scene of death by beheading.
Whether it's the splattering of blood in the picture or the flesh and blood on the separated parts of the head and body, it's completely consistent with the information Bai Mo has seen.
Including the facial expressions of the deceased in the painting, fear, panic, prayer...
This scene is absolutely real!
After a while, Bai Mo took his eyes away from the painting. He did not tell anyone his judgment. If his judgment was correct, then this would be a murder case.
An extremely arrogant murder case!
"What's wrong?" Yang Lu noticed that Bai Mo's expression was a little unnatural and asked with concern.
Bai Mo shook his head slightly and forced a smile. He took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the painting. "It's okay. This painting is too real. I was scared."
"Me too!" Yang Lu muttered in a low voice. She kept looking at Bai Mo, not daring to turn her head towards the frame. "It's such a fine art exhibition, how could someone bring out such a disgusting painting?"
"Eh?" The fat man looked around the corner of the painting and asked in surprise, "Why doesn't there be a name on this painting?"
Another person said: "Didn't Mr. Bai's paintings also have names?" Everyone already regarded Bai Mo as a master-level painter, and they all imitated the fat man and called Bai Mo "Teacher Bai".
The fat man rolled his eyes, "With Teacher Bai's ability, does he need to leave a name?"
The man retorted unconvincingly: "Teacher Bai is great. Regardless of his painting style, this hand-painting master is not worse than him, right?"
Bai Mo has read all the paintings. Many people here will leave their names on the paintings. This art exhibition is meant to give newcomers an opportunity. It is normal for newcomers to leave their names on their paintings.
Most of these names are pseudonyms, which are what they will be called in the circle from now on, and will basically stay with them for a lifetime.
Thinking of the name and contact information, Bai Mo immediately thought of the curator Luan Sanchuan.
If the author of this painting really killed someone, he must have left no contact information, but the fact that this painting appears here at least proves that this person has been here.
As long as he finds the person who sent the painting, Bai Mo can draw a portrait of that person and find him naturally by following the clues!
"Let's go!" Bai Mo said to Yang Lu, avoiding the crowd and walking outside.
After Fatty and the others reacted, they quickly shouted: "Teacher Bai, can you leave your contact information? Let us study more in the future!"
Bai Mo left quickly as if he hadn't heard anything. If it were normal times, Bai Mo might have wanted to communicate with them, but now he just wanted to find the author of the hand-painted painting.
After leading Yang Lu to the door of the curator's office on the third floor, Bai Mo knocked on the door.
"Please come in!" Luan Sanchuan's voice came from inside.
Bai Mo pushed open the door and walked in. Luan Sanchuan, who was sitting on the boss's chair, stood up immediately when he saw that the person who came in was Bai Mo.
Luan Sanchuan said: "Bai Mo, I was about to find you! Just now..."
"Did you collect the hand-painted painting in the last gallery on the first floor?" Bai Mo interrupted Luan Sanchuan.
"Hand-painted?" Luan Sanchuan asked in surprise, then frowned and recalled, he slowly shook his head, "That's wrong! I have seen the list of this exhibition, there should be no hand-painted ones."
A bad premonition came to mind, Bai Mo took out his mobile phone and found the photos he had taken.
"This one." Bai Mo handed the phone to Luan Sanchuan.
The moment he saw the photo, Luan Sanchuan's pupils gradually dilated, which was a sign of panic. He hurriedly snatched Bai Mo's phone and enlarged the photo to observe carefully.
After nearly a minute, Luan Sanchuan exclaimed: "This hand-painting is really amazing! I only know that there is a painter in the Flower Country who can do close-to-real hand-painting. I didn't expect that our country also has such a genius!"
Bai Mo gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Director Luan, I'm asking you where this hand-painted painting came from. Now is not the time to appreciate it."
Luan Sanchuan couldn't bear to look away from the photo. He said, "I definitely didn't accept it. Otherwise, how could I not remember this painting?"
Luan Sanchuan was right. Take Bai Mo for example. When he came to deliver the paintings, Luan Sanchuan knew that Bai Mo's paintings were valuable just by taking a look at them, so he took the initiative to ask for Bai Mo's name and contact information. But Bai Mo was Leave a name and leave.
With such an authentic hand-painted painting, it is impossible for Luan Sanchuan not to pay attention to its author.
"Is there surveillance on the first floor?" Bai Mo knew what he had expected.
The author of this painting did not hang the painting in the gallery through formal means, which shows that his motives are problematic, which further proves that this painting is problematic!
"No!" Luan Sanchuan was still flipping through the photos with his fingers. "The first floor is an ordinary exhibition room, which usually only displays paintings by newcomers. The area is very large, so there is no surveillance arrangement. Generally, the works of big painters will be exhibited on the fifth floor. , there is not only blind spot surveillance, but also advanced anti-theft technology.”
"Then when were these paintings hung up? Who hung them up?" Bai Mo asked.
Luan Sanchuan raised his head and glanced at Bai Mo, then looked down at the photo, "It was all hung up by our staff. I can confirm that it was hung up between seven and eight o'clock yesterday morning, and there was nothing in the gallery before that." painting."
After explaining this, Luan Sanchuan asked, "Why are you so interested in the author of this painting? Although you and his styles are different, his niche route, although his painting skills are admirable, are completely different from yours." It’s a level up!”
"I doubt the content of this painting is true!"
