Physician’s Odyssey

In the process of eating western food, Bao Feipu boasted that his father was not only an excellent foreign teacher, but also a famous painter. He felt that foreign teachers in university had more time and it was convenient for him to have more time to create, so he chose this profession. The reason why he frequently changes cities and adjusts his work is that when a city loses its freshness and inspiration, he must change his city life in order to create.

Yang Liang asked in confusion: "Then you have been living in an unfixed place for so many years?"

Bao Feipu smiled dimly, "Yes, so I am lonely, and I rarely have friends. I am very happy to know you."

Yang Liang heard about Bao Feipu's experience, his eyes were full of sympathy, and smiled: "You will be my brother Yang Liang from now on."

Yansha frowned, and wondered that Yang Liang's mind was too simple, that he was really a naive ghost to forget hatred so quickly.

Living independently since childhood, coupled with the endless nurturing of Yan, Yansha is not as simple as a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl regardless of her mental age or IQ.She instinctively felt that Baofeipu was a little hypocritical, and it was difficult for her to accept him.In the eyes of ordinary people, mixed races are very handsome, but she feels a little strange.

In order to prove that what he said was true, Baofeipu brought three people to the studio on the second floor.

The studio is almost over 100 square meters, occupying almost the entire floor. There is an oil painting on the drawing board. There is only a preliminary human face. Yansha walked over and studied it carefully before drawing out an outline, which should be the east. The woman’s face was an empty field in the background. She didn’t like it because the colors were too gloomy.

Xiaowen stared at the semi-finished oil painting carefully for a moment, and curiously said: "Hey, how come the environment and background of this painting have been painted, but the character image has not been finished yet. Normal works are not about painting the characters first and then painting the background. Or do the two steps go hand in hand?"

In fact, Xiaowen is not an expert in painting, but on the vast grassland, every grass and tree is very clear, but there is a large gap in the middle, only a looming human face, which feels indescribable.

"Student Xiaowen, your observation is very meticulous." Bob's voice came from behind, with a smile on his face, "Because I haven't thought about the protagonist, the character's expressions or body movements in this work, so temporarily Leave it blank, this is also my creative habit."

Xiaowen saw Bob walking up the stairs wearing golden glasses, and said with shame: "I don't know much about painting, so you laughed."

Bob shook his head and mentioned painting, as if he had been replaced by another person, his expression was particularly excited, "No, in fact, painting is not so particular, different people have different opinions. For example, abstract works, normal people can't see the way, this kind of work can be called art. Real art should be something that everyone can see and resonate."

Yansha frowned and said, "Although I don't understand art, I think the works of those abstract masters should still have merit. Otherwise, how can they be admired?"

Bob took a serious look at Yansha, the bar master, and the gentleman smiled, "You are right. Different people have different definitions of art, so we must respect everyone. No matter how ordinary people, he There are shining points on the body, it is worth digging.

Wow...

While Bob was interested in discussing art with Yansha and Xiaowen, Yang Liang on his right got into trouble. Out of curiosity, he wanted to take a look at the paintings placed in the corner, so he tore off a thick white piece. Covering the cloth, I did not expect that all the oil paintings would be dragged down under the wrong circumstances.

"Sorry!" Yang Liang was about to apologize. Suddenly, his face turned pale, his legs became soft, and he fell directly to the ground, with large water stains appearing between his legs.

Xiaowen was surprised by Yang Liang's reaction, followed his line of sight, her face turned earthy, and she screamed.

After all, Yansha was more courageous, and she was surprised when she saw the oil painting clearly.

The color of the painting is gloomy and gloomy. There is a bright white moon in the sky. A woman is sitting in the attic with a vintage golden wine glass in her hand. The horrible thing is the woman's face, one eye is plucked away, and her lips She was torn apart, revealing the complete roots of her teeth, her tongue stretched out like a zombie, her dark blue evening dress was torn apart, and her skin was covered with spiderweb scars. She sat on a large chair, and there was a pool of truth on the ground. Blood, even the most horrible and bloody movie, cannot show the treacherous and ruggedness of oil painting.

Although the content of the oil painting is fictional, it is so real.

Bob frowned, walked slowly to Yang Liang's side, sighed softly, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You are not careful enough. These works have been ordered by customers and will be shipped tomorrow. If If it breaks, it will be a big trouble."

Bob didn't care about Yang Liang who was sitting on the ground. He checked the oil painting carefully, and when he saw that there was no damage, he breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Yansha and Xiaowen.

Xiaowen had never seen such a soul-stirring smile. Her entire facial expression twitched violently, and tears couldn't stop rolling from the corners of her eyes...

Bob took a tissue from the table, walked over to help Xiaowen wipe her tears, sighed secretly, and smiled bitterly: "Why are you crying? Do you feel fear? In fact, it is not as fearful as imagined, this is just a painting. , After artistic modification, it is not a real scene! Like you, if you have seen the scene, I am afraid it will completely collapse, right?"

Although Xiaowen has good academic performance, she is just a cardamom girl in the final analysis.

Yansha subconsciously glanced at the door on the second floor. Bao Feipu had already locked the door. She tried to calm herself down and realized that she had fallen into a huge trap.

Yansha frowned and said, "Who are you?"

Bob laughed loudly. "It's a Hanzhou policewoman's daughter. She is not afraid of danger. She is much calmer than your two classmates. Don't you feel scared?"

Yansha did not answer Bob's question, and said solemnly: "What's the use of being afraid? It's better to consider how to leave this magic cave safely."

"Sure enough, it is brave to have the cells inherited from your mother in the body." Bob's eyes flashed with excitement, "I don't know how she would react when she fell into my hands?"

Yansha tried to stay calm, "Are you my mother's enemy?"

Bob shook his head and said, "Your mother and I have no grievances or enmity, so we are not enemies."

Yansha looked at the oil painting, and for some reason a picture flashed in her mind. She had seen information about a serial murder case in a closed room, and there was a victim whose appearance was somewhat similar to the character in the painting.

She tentatively asked: "Could it be that you are the murderer of the recent serial murder in Hanzhou?"

Bob was startled slightly, then he looked up to the sky and laughed, "It's interesting, it's really interesting. It's your instinct that tells you, am I the murderer?"

Yansha gasped, "You are terrible. You let your son serve as a tool for you to find prey."

"Son?" Bob laughed, "Bao Feipu was just hired by me. He looks very young, only seventeen or eighteen, but in fact he is about the same age as your mother."

Yansha glanced at Bao Feipu, he smirked at herself, as if he was the stupidest fool in the world. It is not too difficult to fabricate false identity information. Although Bao Feipu is borrowing from his school , But he is not of Chinese nationality, and no one will pursue whether his age information is true or false.

As for Bao Feipu's "mother", I am afraid it is also a false identity, in fact serving Bob.

Yansha said solemnly: "The reason why you kill is to bring inspiration to your work?"

Bob’s eyes were complicated and said: “Yes, only when people face the fear of death, the emotions expressed are the most shocking art. Why the protagonist is left blank in this painting is because I didn’t find a suitable one. You’re inspired to create it. Current clients are too smart. If there is no real power in your work, it’s hard to get them to buy my work at a high price."

Xiaowen had already lost control of her emotions and murmured: "He is the devil...he is the devil..."

Bob shook his head and said solemnly: "I am not a devil. I am an artist who records death. But all people fear the coming of death, but want to know how they feel when it comes. Through my works, you can Feeling the suffocating feeling when death comes, from another angle, is it not another form of aesthetics?"

Yansha knew that if she was messed up at this moment, Xiaowen and Yang Liang would also have finished with them. She had learned martial arts from Yan endless since she was a child, thinking that she could cope with the current situation, but she felt dizzy and dizzy, and her chest was stuffy. Yes, the feeling of dizziness continued to hit, she realized that it was not good, and said angrily: "You drugged the food?"

Bob sighed softly, "You are a clever girl, you guessed everything."

Xiaowen tried to get up, but under the action of the drug, she felt weak and unable to stand up.But she instinctively yelled at Yansha: "Leave us alone, you run away!"

Yansha thought that if she could run, of course she would run. After all, she was a little girl and she burst into tears.

Bob sighed and comforted: "It's okay. It falls into my hands. In fact, it is not that painful. When you become my model, you will be passed on forever with my work. People will die sooner or later. , You left the most artistic side in your best years. I think this is very meaningful."

"Poor and decent guy, let your so-called art go to death." Yansha was lying on the ground, weak and weak. She suddenly felt like a Pippi shrimp, "Don't... be too proud, my mother must Will... find me and catch you!"

Bob remembered the Hanzhou police press conference he had just seen on the Internet, and sneered: "The first female criminal policeman in Huainan can't even protect his daughter. He said that he solved the case in seven days. It was a joke."