do not know. "
Huang Dan's eyes were slightly opened, and he quickly faded away, "Could it be someone in the studio? There's still a little difference between head sketching and zhēn rén, and they won't be exactly the same."
Teacher Liu said no, with a firm tone, "If there are people in the studio, the teacher can tell."
Huang Dan said, "That's weird. The other party wiped the face we painted a few times before, but this time he didn't wipe it, but changed it to another face. Why did he do that?"
Mr. Liu rubbed his brows and sighed, "Teacher is also very puzzled."
He seemed to be caught in a memory of a certain period of time, and soon came out of it.
Huang Dan caught it, "Teacher, was the door of the studio locked last night?"
Mr. Liu said it was locked, "I locked it myself, and I checked it before I left, and there will be no problem."
Huang Dan stared at the man on the chair, a college teacher in his thirties, who was considered young, dressed in an unusual style, the weather turned cold, and he was still wearing a long shirt and cloth shoes.
Today's era is different from the past. Pursuing fashionable and fresh things, it is impossible to buy handmade old cloth shoes. It can only be done by the older generation. Huang Dan traveled to the countryside for the first time, and he wore the This kind of cloth shoes, the sole is not easy to accept, you have to use a large needle to poke a needle, and there are specific steps to make the upper, and you have to paste newspapers and paste several layers.
Huang Dan thought to himself that this teacher Liu has a handy relative who loves him very much.
Teacher Liu changed his sitting position, "Is there anything else?"
Huang Danhui, the inquiry in his eyes did not take back, "Teacher, do you want to call the police?"
Mr. Liu said no, "Mr. Zhang will come over later, let's discuss it and see if we can vacate the studio and put it in a bed, take turns on duty, or change the lock of the studio."
Huang Dan knew that if the police called the police and the matter spread, it would be bad for the studio's reputation. If it didn't work out next year, the two teachers would lose a considerable amount of income.
Teacher Liu sighed, "Okay, go and appease Lin Mao."
Huang Dan walked out of the studio in response. He didn't go back to the studio immediately, but was in the small yard, scanning everything around. There were paints on the walls that I didn't know who got it, colorful, and there were dirty buckets in the corners. Fork brushes and other items were left by the previous batch of students, as well as several dirty drawing boards.
Speaking of which, there are a number of old drawing boards, paint boxes, palettes and other painting tools in the studio. The poor family can save a lot of money. It doesn't matter how old or dirty they are, they can make do with it.
Huang Dan was in the same place, he looked at everything and studied everything, even if it was a small wild flower in the corner, a dead leaf, or nothing, he felt that he had always been a headless fly, spinning around.
After hesitating for a while, Huang Dan asked in his heart, "Mr. Lu, I want to know whose face is that. Can I exchange points for this information?"
The system replied after a ding, "No."
Huang Dan asked again, "Then can you tell me, is there anything that can be exchanged for points?"
System, "Everything that involves the success or failure of the mission can't be, except for that."
Huang Dan pursed his lips, that face was most likely the key clue to his mission, and he had to find a way to check the owner of the face.
At this moment, Lin Mao's cursing sound came from the studio, which sounded harsh.
Huang Dan walked in quickly and saw Lin Mao giving his menstrual period. He didn't want others to see his face turned into someone else's, so he tore off all the paintings and put his feet on the face. It was dirty and black, and I didn't know where I found a box of matches, cut it open, and threw it into the painting.
Among the few paintings surrounded by flames, there were yellow single paintings. His eyelids twitched, and a trace of remorse flashed in his eyes. When he left the studio just now, he should have taken the drawing board with him.
Huang Dan lowered his eyelids and remembered that face in his mind. He had to find a chance to draw it as soon as possible.
Even if it can't be fully copied, one is probably better than none.
Lin Mao watched the painting burn to ashes, he laughed, then got angry again, cursing in his mouth, his words were ugly, and he greeted all the eight generations of the ancestors of the person behind the scenes.
Shen Liang's painting was also burned, neither dissuaded nor angry, he sat on the wooden board without saying a word, with his back to a group of still life, not knowing what he was thinking.
Lin Mao wiped his face fiercely, "Why is everyone okay, I'll be fucked, cāo, who is playing Lao Tzu behind his back?"
Huang Dan leaned closer, "Lin Mao, calm down."
Lin Mao vigorously pushed him away, "How can you be calm? It sounds nice, but it didn't come to you!"
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