After sending Wang Panlong and Liu Mingxing away, Bai Mo put the portrait away.
"Director Luan, don't tell anyone about that painting yet. Just wait until the exhibition is over in the evening and put it away as usual." Bai Mo said, "You let people stare at the painting. If someone comes to pick up the painting, tell them as soon as possible." contact me."
Luan Sanchuan nodded, "Brother Bai Mo, can I ask you a little question?"
Bai Mo couldn't help but feel a little funny when he heard that Luan Sanchuan's title was changed from Bai Mo to Bai Mo brother. It seemed that Director Luan also understood the world.
Seeing Bai Mo nodding, Luan Sanchuan asked: "I believe in your talent for painting, so I think your speculation is true, but will your colleagues in the police force believe it? Just based on a realistic hand painting and your guess, Can this be investigated?"
Bai Mo shook his head. He didn't know if he could file a case, or he thought it would be difficult to file a case based on these alone.
Therefore, Bai Mo did not notify the police after he became suspicious. So far, he has been investigating in his own name.
Luan Sanchuan saw Bai Mo's difficulty and nodded understandingly.
He looked at Yang Lu next to Bai Mo, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Brother Bai Mo, do you want to give that painting to this girl?"
This was Luan Sanchuan's language skills. He had already guessed that Yang Lu and Bai Mo had an unusual relationship, but he still did not call Yang Lu Bai Mo's girlfriend to prevent an embarrassing situation.
Hearing that Bai Mo was going to give him a painting, Yang Lu glanced at Bai Mo, and all the discomfort in his heart completely disappeared.
Yang Lu naturally felt that Bai Mo wanted to give her the sketch of the sunrise, and she felt a lot of warmth in her heart.
"Yes." Bai Mo's straightforward answer made Yang Lu even happier.
Luan Sanchuan looked embarrassed, "Brother Bai Mo, I just contacted the author of that painting. She is a girl. She said that her painting had too many flaws and she did not plan to sell it. She planned to tear it up after the exhibition. I have already I repeatedly stressed that I would give her a particularly good painting in exchange, but she just refused to agree."
Bai Mo was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect anyone to be so noble. Except for the bloody hand-painted painting, there was no other work that could compare to Bai Mo's painting. The other party actually refused to exchange?
"It can only be said that I have no connection with that painting." Bai Mo sighed, "But I am still very grateful to Director Luan for his help. In addition, you just helped me investigate the author of the hand-painted painting. I will give you the sunrise sketch." You."
"Hehe!" Luan Sanchuan smiled, with no intention of rejecting him at all, "Then I'd rather be respectful than obey. I will keep an eye on the hand-painted painting later and let you know as soon as I find anything."
The two exchanged some polite words, and finally Luan Sanchuan sent Bai Mo and Yang Lu out of the art museum.
Bai Mo didn't pay attention to Yang Lu during the whole process, so he didn't notice the wonderful expression on Yang Lu's face at all.
When he came to the roadside, Bai Mo looked at Yang Lu with an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I originally planned to treat you to dinner at noon, but now I have to go back to the police station to investigate the hand-painted painting."
"It doesn't matter!" Yang Lu approached Bai Mo, "Is the content of that painting really true?"
Bai Mo retracted his smile and looked a little solemn, "My intuition and professional ability tell me it's true. Unfortunately, I don't have any other evidence. I don't know if I can convince my colleagues."
"I believe you!" Yang Lu's answer was straightforward.
Hearing such a direct answer, Bai Mo felt an indescribable feeling of comfort in his heart.
Yang Lu saw that Bai Mo had already called a taxi. Looking at the online taxi route, it was only one intersection away from their location.
"Bai Mo?" Yang Lu asked, "Are you going to exchange your sunrise sketch for the cabin in the clouds? And then give it to me?"
"Well!" Bai Mo looked into the distance, looking for his online car-hailing car, "I think the artistic conception and content of that painting are very similar to your personality. It's rare to have a painting that matches you well, so I thought For you."
Seeing his online car-hailing car appear, Bai Mo waved over there.
"But didn't you say that painting has many shortcomings?" Yang Lu said with a hint of confusion in his tone.
Bai Mo looked back at Yang Lu, looked her up and down, and then said: "It doesn't matter whether the clothes look good or not. What matters is the person wearing them. For example, your outfit looks beautiful on you, but it may not look good on someone else." The same is true for paintings. Every painting has flaws. The important thing is whether the connotation of the painting can reflect you."
Bai Mo's words were purely from an aesthetic point of view. He thought it was a professional analysis, but in the ears of a 20-year-old girl, Yang Lu felt that they were love words in disguise.
When the online car-hailing service stopped, Bai Mo walked over and got in. His pace was very fast, which showed that he was eager to investigate the hand-painted matter.
After getting in the car, Bai Mo pressed down the window and was about to say goodbye to Yang Lu when Yang Lu suddenly asked: "Do you believe in fate?"
Bai Mo paused for a moment, then nodded, "I believe it! But we have to wait until next time to discuss the topic of fate. I have to go."
Yang Lu laughed, her smile full of sweetness and happiness, and she nodded slightly.
The car started and Bai Mo was about to close the window when Yang Lu suddenly said: "I painted the cabin in the clouds!"
The car window was half closed and stopped, but the driver did not stop the car in a puzzled manner.
As the car drove away, Yang Lu's figure disappeared from Bai Mo's sight, while Bai Mo kept pressing the window control button as if he was petrified.
After a while, Bai Mo leaned on his seat and smiled helplessly.
Yang Lu did answer a phone call when he was visiting the gallery just now, and when he answered the phone, he went to the other side. It seemed that the call was made by Luan Sanchuan.
fate?
Bai Mo shook his head. At least at the moment, he had no intention to think about this problem. The only things that interested him most at the moment were the author of the hand-painted painting and the deceased in the painting.
Half an hour later, Bai Mo arrived at the gate of the Public Security Bureau.
After thinking carefully along the way, Bai Mo felt that he would definitely not be able to investigate the hand-painted clues according to the formal process, so he thought of using the back door.
There are only two people who can go through the back door, one is his father Bai Yonghui, and the other is his good sister Lu Wan.
Between the two, Bai Mo chose Lu Wan. He was worried that if Bai Yonghui asked Lu Wan to investigate, Lu Wan would be disgusted with him.
"Sister?" Bai Mo dialed Lu Wan's number.
What Bai Mo didn't know was that Lu Wanzheng and Bai Yonghui, who were far away in Beining City, were waiting at the airport high-speed rail station.
Bai Yonghui saw his son calling Lu Wan and signaled Lu Wan to turn on the speaker. Lu Wan didn't think it was anything and just pressed the speaker.
But after hearing Bai Mo's voice, an embarrassed smile appeared on Lu Wan's face, while a trace of panic flashed in Bai Yonghui's eyes.
Such an intimate title reminded Bai Yonghui of the time when he suspected Bai Mo had agreed to join the police force.
At that time, Bai Yonghui felt that his son was coveting Lu Wan's beauty!
