The whole office fell completely silent with Bai Mo's words.
Yang Lu's face turned pale instantly, and she grabbed Bai Mo's arm again.
Luan Sanchuan also looked away from the photo and looked at Bai Mo again. He opened his mouth slightly and looked at Bai Mo with a scrutinizing gaze.
As the director of an art museum, Luan Sanchuan is naturally capable and has his own judgment.
Luan Sanchuan also noticed something strange about Bai Mo's urging and the strange appearance of the hand-painted painting. Previously, he only focused on admiring the painting and did not consider other situations at all.
Luan Sanchuan came to the landline and pressed a button, "Xiao Wu, ask Wang Panlong to come to my office. Hurry up."
Luan Sanchuan returned the phone to Bai Mo, his expression and tone became serious, "How sure are you? If you are sure, I will call the police."
"No need to call the police." Bai Mo took out his ID from the pocket of his jeans, "Bai Mo, Criminal Investigation Detachment of Meihai City Public Security Bureau, I am the police."
The moment Bai Mo took out his ID and reported his home, Yang Lu, who had been nervous, suddenly felt a sense of security.
Compared to Bai Mo and the well-informed Luan Sanchuan, Yang Lu was the most scared after hearing Bai Mo say that the content of the painting might be true. She had an inexplicable recognition of Bai Mo and instinctively thought Everything Bai Mo said was right.
Yang Lu just felt her legs were weak, so she grabbed Bai Mo's arm. If she wasn't afraid of being embarrassed in front of Bai Mo, she would rather sit on the sofa nearby.
There are two reasons for this fear, one is Bai Mo's suspicion, and the other is because this painting is too real!
Yang Lu looked at Bai Mo dreamingly. She just felt that Bai Mo looked handsome holding the ID at this moment, and the panic in her heart disappeared.
After a while, a man in his thirties or forties walked into the office.
"Director Luan!" Wang Panlong greeted Luan Sanchuan.
Luan Sanchuan asked directly: "Who were the people who hung paintings in the lobby on the first floor yesterday? How was the division of labor? Check who is responsible for the following galleries, and call them over after confirmation."
Wang Panlong nodded and left.
Luan Sanchuan explained to Bai Mo: "Wang Panlong is the team leader responsible for storing and placing paintings. I just thought about it and there must have been no one hanging paintings before yesterday, so the problem can only arise with the person responsible for hanging paintings. On the body."
I have to say that Wang Panlong was very efficient. In less than ten minutes, he led a young man in his twenties in.
Luan Sanchuan glanced at the visitor and said to Bai Mo: "His name is Liu Mingxing, he is a new recruit this year." Luan Sanchuan looked at Liu Mingxing again, "This is Officer Bai from the Criminal Police Team. I have something to ask you. Just answer truthfully."
"Officer Bai." Liu Mingxing looked at Bai Mo.
His eyes flashed and he didn't dare to look at each other. He folded his hands in a defensive posture. The only person he could defend was Bai Mo.
Before the questioning even started, Bai Mo knew that Liu Mingxing had done something wrong. For the first time, he discovered that Lu Wanjiao's micro-expressions were so useful.
In this case, Baimer got straight to the point, "Did you hang the paintings in the gallery at the end of the hall on the first floor?"
Upon hearing this question, Liu Mingxing folded his hands together and grabbed the back of his left hand with his right hand.
Bai Mo could see that Liu Mingxing was very nervous. Naturally, he had to continue to put pressure on people with such weak psychological defenses: "The mistake you made shouldn't be big, but I don't know if you will have serious consequences if you continue to conceal it." .”
"I..." Liu Mingxing glanced at Wang Panlong and said with difficulty, "I took other people's money and replaced the last painting with someone else's painting."
"Is it this one?" Bai Mo took out the photo he took.
Liu Mingxing glanced at it and nodded repeatedly, "Yes! This painting is very scary, I remember it very clearly. A man came to my house to see me the night before yesterday. He gave me a painting and asked me to help hang it at the end of the last gallery. Inside, I was given 10,000 yuan in cash as a reward.
I knew that every painting in this exhibition was by a different artist, and they were all newcomers, so I agreed thinking that it would have no impact on the exhibition. "
Luan Sanchuan snorted coldly, "You should know that my art exhibition is open to the public. As long as you come and submit, I will accept it. Don't you think there is any problem?"
"I thought it was strange at first, why didn't he go to the curator directly?" Liu Mingxing explained with a sad face, "But when I saw the painting was so scary, I thought the curator thought the content of the painting was too bloody, so I didn't accept it. Since After finding out the reason, I was asked to stay at the bottom. I thought the impact would not be big, so I agreed to take the money."
"Confused!" Luan Sanchuan now completely believed that there was something wrong with the painting.
Invest 10,000 yuan just to display your paintings, unless the other party thinks that your paintings can be sold at a high price.
But their circle is difficult to get along with. Unless it is a painting by a well-known painter, it will not be sold at a high price. Take Bai Mo's perfect sunrise sketch as an example. The highest price paid so far is only 8,000 yuan.
Most of the people who collect paintings know how to paint. They can see that Baimo's skills are superb, but the artist is not famous enough, so they will crazily lower the price.
These people have a speculative mentality. They are betting that Bai Mo will become famous in the future, and then the investment of 8,000 yuan will make a huge profit.
Obviously, the other party's purpose is not to sell paintings, which is even more worthy of reflection.
"Do you still remember that person's face?" Bai Mo asked.
"Remember!" Liu Mingxing said immediately, "I remember it very clearly."
Bai Mo nodded, came to Luan Sanchuan's desk, took out a pencil from the pen holder, picked up a stack of drawing paper, and leaned against the desk, "Describe it first."
"He has dyed yellow hair, which is long and his bangs are messy..."
After Liu Mingxing finished describing it, Bai Mo asked a lot of questions. During this period, he kept sketching on the drawing paper with a pencil.
After more than twenty minutes, Bai Mo took out the first piece of drawing paper and asked, "Is it him?"
Sketching a portrait is a very basic technique in painting. Neither Yang Lu, an art student, nor Luan Sanchuan, a veteran, find it strange. They can also draw prototypes based on descriptions, but it only costs a lot. It will take longer than Bai Mo.
Liu Mingxing's eyes widened, and he pointed at the portrait in Bai Mo's hand with his trembling right hand, "It's so similar, it's exactly the same!"
The words "identical" exploded in the ears of Yang Lu and Luan Sanchuan like thunder. What Bai Mo drew through Liu Mingxing's description was not the prototype, but the person! This gap cannot be bridged by time.
Luan Sanchuan once again felt that Bai Mo was definitely a painting genius that was rare to see in a century.
Yang Lu kept repeating one sentence in his heart: Is this the legendary portrait artist? Too handsome, right?
