Tang Zhaozhong seemed to expect that one day he would be exposed, but now he is not in a hurry or angry: "Do you have any evidence?"
"No, Zhang Wenli's one-sided words can't testify against you, and Qin Ke is already dead. We found a mobile phone number that he frequently contacted when the case happened, but it must have been hidden by you." Shen Liufei turned calmly and said lightly, " But like I said just now, you have no proof either."
He didn't expect the other party to find another way. Tang Zhaozhong, who had already prepared a set of words, widened his eyes in shock, and the wrinkles on his forehead were squeezed deep.
"You don't have any evidence to prove that you painted the "Future of Luoshen", as long as the police replace it with a printed fake painting and publish it to the public—you believe me, that Officer Xie would definitely dare to do this—"
Tang Zhaozhong's blushing faded away, showing a withered sallow. He has understood the other party's subtext.
"In this way, there will be no Tang Zhaozhong who can be as famous as Huang Binhong in the history of Chinese art. You are still and will always be that unknown art museum administrator who can't sell a single painting. Of course, you can also It took six years to draw another painting of "Luo Shen Fu Tu" for self-evidence," Shen Liufei's face was expressionless, but his eyes were as cold as a boning knife, "But what should I do, you are almost blind."
Tang Zhaozhong understood that this was a threat and a deal. One end of the scale was the rest of his life outside the iron window, and the other end was an old painter who was underappreciated and seeking fame throughout his life.
It was obvious how to choose. He was as poor and self-contained as his old friend who made the sword, and he was willing to be lonely, but the death of his old friend made him feel more and more unfair.
"Painting is an art, but it has been turned into a business by some people. You are born lucky, and you become famous as soon as you paint, so you don't know how difficult the living environment of those professional painters is, and no one is willing to be a family member. An unknown painter pays the bill, even if he can draw the "Luo Shen Fu Tu"!" The old painter on the hospital bed shouted angrily, "Why is Zhang Wenli, who is mediocre in painting skills, swaggering around and becoming a big winner in the circle? I've been ignored, buried in obscurity? If I hadn't killed people, you wouldn't have heard my name! I, I—"
Before he could finish speaking, Tang Zhaozhong coughed wildly for a while, then fell down clutching his heart.
Shen Liufei pressed the bell to notify the nurse in time, and the doctor on duty hurried over.
"I heard your name early in the morning. When I was in the United States, I knew some Chinese painting collectors, and one of them mentioned you to me, thinking that in time Chinese painting circles would have Tang Zhaozhong's name." Before leaving, Shen Liufei looked at the being Tang Zhaozhong, who was first aided by the doctor, sighed softly, "Perseverance is more difficult than creation. Artists rely on pain to nourish their souls. You could have defended one more time, and then you can start chatting after you have achieved extraordinary achievements. Now... It's really a pity. "
Shen Liufei walked out of the hospital, and Xie Lanshan was waiting for him in the shade on the corner of the street. Xie Lanshan's idea of this deceitful person came from Xie Lanshan. He didn't tell Tao Jun and Tao Longyue, but said that the other party would criticize him and educate him based on various laws and regulations. . The cliché is annoying to hear, but he can't do it if he hears it. Xie Lanshan is very confident in his own layout control, but Shen Liufei has to operate it. After all, Shen Liufei and Tang Zhaozhong are both painters, and they have a little tacit understanding, sensitivity and resentment among their peers, so it is easier to attack their weaknesses and cut to their core.
"Did you stimulate him? Did you tell him that he was going blind?" Xie Lanshan seemed eager, but also vaguely expected to be excited. He figured this out early in the morning and the old painter would collapse.
"It's hard to draw skin and bones." Shen Liufei glanced at Xie Lanshan and said to him, "I think he will surrender himself."
"It's really a matter of fame and fortune, not death." Xie Lanshan also shook his head and sighed. He had just been holding his breath, and now he was completely relaxed. "What else did you tell him?"
"I said that artists need to nourish their souls with pain—" Shen Liufei's voice stopped abruptly.
Xie Lanshan still captured the emotion beyond the words and asked him, "So, what is your pain?"
Shen Liufei looked at Xie Lanshan, his face became more and more serious, his expression was so complicated, as if he was the beginning of his sweetness and the beginning of his pain.
Thankfully, Xie Lanshan was in a good mood today, so he didn't delve into this unpleasant issue. He just smiled and stretched out a palm, wanting to "give me five" between partners with Shen Liufei.
But Shen Liufei refused to give him a high five.
This hand just stretched out and retracted, it was too embarrassing, Xie Lanshan squinted his eyes and squinted at each other. This man had a straight nose and thin lips, his eyes were sharp, and he was basically unsmiling. He occasionally smiled a little, but there was also a look of rejection in his smile. coldness.
But I really can't stand a good-looking face. Xie Lanshan's eyes were dazzled by the sunlight that came from nowhere, and the long-hidden thoughts in his heart suddenly sprout and grow, so he grabbed Shen Liufei's arm, pulled him in front of him, leaned over and kissed his lips. .
Shen Liufei opened his eyes wide, but was stunned for only three or five seconds, then he pushed Xie Lanshan away and gave him a punch with a wave of his hand.
Seemingly taken aback by his own reaction, Shen Liufei took two heavy breaths, turned his head and left.
This punch was so hard that Xie Lanshan was unprepared, staggered back, and almost fell. As soon as he looked up, he saw Tao Longyue. Captain Tao also had something he didn't understand. He wanted to ask Tang Zhaozhong about the details of the case, but before he could see the kiss clearly, he saw Shen Liufei punch Xie Lanshan.
"Hey? What's the matter with you?" Tao Longyue couldn't stop Shen Liufei, so he could only shout at Xie Lanshan.
"He took the wrong medicine!" It was this guy who had been flirting with the half-truth and the half-truth. It was him who had really flirted with sparks and turned his face. Xie Lanshan was also furious. He wiped the broken corner of his mouth with his thumb, and pushed him away. Tao Longyue, who was standing in front of him, left.
The circle of friends exploded, and an unknown old painter suddenly became the focus of the whole of China. Not only did he plan a murder case in an art museum that attracted worldwide attention, but he also had amazing painting skills. A copy of "Luo Shen Fu Tu" shocked The entire art world has been slapped hard by connoisseurs and critics who often talk about it. In any case, the purpose of celebrity art history must be achieved.
It's just that some people don't understand, why did he choose to surrender such an almost seamless plan
Tang Jinglan was in the elevator, briefly brushing up on the news about the case, and with the corner of her mouth curled, she threw her phone into her bag and waited for the elevator to arrive at the floor of her house.
The elevator door slowly opened. Tang Jinglan stepped out of the elevator and took the key to open the door.
The moment the door opened, before she stepped into the entrance, she smelled a mysterious and dangerous aura, and intuitively told her that there was someone in this dark room.
The woman is in a ready-to-fight stance, she's a good hand.
"It's me." A low male voice came over, the man in the room was sitting with his back to the door and facing the window.
"I knew it was you." Tang Jinglan smiled coquettishly, let go of her defenses, and gave up continuing to touch the ceiling light switch on the wall. The night is not deep, but the sky is gloomy and the clouds are moving in all directions. If the lights are not turned on in the room, it will be completely dark. She knows that this man likes to be in the dark.
Tang Jinglan was still wearing a men's suit, she lightly stepped on the high heels and walked to the man's side, leaned over to approach him, put both hands on the other's shoulders, pressed them for a while, and then slowly slid towards the other's chest.
The sliding fingers were suddenly pinched by the man.
The relationship between the two seemed unusual, but the man just followed the woman's fingers and grabbed her wrist, putting her hand on his lips and sniffing lightly. The woman's hands are soft and boneless, the perfume's tail is still sultry, and the man is not like a womanizer, but a gentleman who knows the way of appreciation.
He likes this woman, and especially likes to call her name, Alan, Alan. The two words are lingering between his lips and teeth, both sweet and dreamy.
"You miss him again?" Tang Jinglan was a soft knife when she was fascinated, and her voice was so seductive that it was almost fatal, "Didn't you already see him at the fight bar?"
Ren asked the same question twice, but the man didn't answer, his eyes were looking out the window.
A high-rise building in the city center, at the end of the line of sight is another building covered with gorgeous neon. With this little light, the woman could see some scars on the man's deep-set face, which were traces left by an explosion. He was also blinded in one eye in the explosion and had to pretend to be righteous. Eye.
"Why not complete the appearance, this scar is easy to remove." From her aesthetic point of view, this scar is not ugly at all, on the contrary, it is charming.
The man still didn't speak.
"I wanted to bring him back to meet you last time, but unfortunately, I was intercepted by a painter named Shen Liufei on the way."
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"But he doesn't look like what you said at all. The man you mentioned is simply a living Bodhisattva who saves suffering, but the one I saw was full of cunning and danger."
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"The police are all looking for a reward. Anyway, those idiots can't escape, so it's better to give him a favor. It's just that I didn't have time to silence, that idiot Zhang Wenli rushed in on his own, and my cultural relics business couldn't be done. Your little darling said he'd keep staring at me."
"Then don't do it," the man finally said again in the dark. "It's more exciting to do the business of red ice than to sell those broken calligraphy and paintings."
(The second unit - Luoshen chapter is temporarily finished)
Unit 3 Spring Worms