Soul Painter

Wu Haoxue relayed the confusion of the Tokyo team to Gao Fan.

Although the Tokyo team is right in front of Gao Fan, and even though Ryuzaki also understands Chinese, it still takes a little skill to translate it into a discourse system that does not offend Gao Fan.

"In other words, they want to appreciate my unfinished work?" Gao Fan looked at the three members of the Tokyo team. .

The three of them glanced at Wu Haoxue, Wu Haoxue motioned them to nod, so the three of them nodded.

"In principle, I don't show unfinished works, and I don't need low-educated people to appreciate my works, but who makes me bored now~" Gao Fan happily agreed.

So Wu Haoxue took out the re-stretched oil painting from Gao Fan's room.

It's like holding a colorful banner in your hand.

Pollution blooms outward.

Bright as fireworks.

This living room is filled with brilliance.

There is no need to set off fireworks with it during the New Year.

If this painting is hung in a mental hospital, all the patients in this hospital will never be cured for the rest of their lives.

The Tokyo team can be regarded as a legendary investigator who has experienced many mysterious incidents. Otherwise, it would not be possible to pull up a banner of rebellion in the devil Tokyo, but at this moment, he is still blinded by the pollution everywhere. Passed over like a distant sky.

"...At present, only half of it has been completed. Note that the red character is based on the 'boss' of the Kyoto team, and the blue character is your team's Naru Reimu. You don't understand the techniques, but I think this should be the pinnacle of my postmodernism.

Titian's light, Monet's details, Degas' lines, Picasso's sense of space, Van Gogh's colors, you can't see it here, right? Of course, you don’t understand, but as long as you remember, being unlike anyone else is the most awesome uniqueness..."

Gao Fan, who was chattering endlessly, stuffed the words like magic voice into the ears of the three members of the Tokyo team. They only felt a splitting headache, which was an obvious sign that their sanity was slipping, and sanity is the most precious asset of an investigator.

Sanbao reluctantly turned his head, not to look at this magical painting.

Ryuzaki closed his eyes simply.

Only Minase Harumeng was staring at the painting hard, trying to figure out if there was any pillar in it that could save Japan.

The A-level investigator is indeed extraordinary. When he stared at the tears and was almost stimulated to tears, Minase Harumi suddenly pointed at the painting and shouted: "I saw Reimu~"

...

"Mr. Painter, can I be your model?" Minase Harumeng said.

Gao Fan, who had already put away his paintings, was sitting on the sofa, eating instant noodles, and replied: "You have mystery on your body, so it is more difficult to draw."

"But the boss is also an investigator, so he can also be your model~" Harumo Minase argued.

"The boss is dead." Gao Fan said, when a person dies, the mystery dissipates, leaving only the human past and body.

"I don't want to die... what about Mr. Sanbao and Mr. Ryuzaki?" Minase Harumeng asked.

Sanbao and Ryuzaki looked at Minase Harumi at the same time, why? Can we just die?

"They are not human and have no soul." Gao Fan said in a slightly disgusted tone.

This is not cursing. As the two of the demon race, they do not have souls. Souls are unique to human beings. In addition, after Wu Haoxue's brain was hollowed out and Laozi's egg was replaced, his soul also disappeared. After replacing it with a 'shell', he still has a soul.

So in this room, there are only two people left who can be used as the painting materials for this pillar painting, one is Minase Harumeng, and the other is Gao Fan himself.

After Gao Fan finished eating the instant noodles, he stood up and was about to go back to the room. He glanced back at Harumi Minase and said, "I'm too lazy to find a model anymore. Why don't I just go to you."

"Mr. Painter thinks it's okay, and I'm naturally fine~" Minase Harumeng said happily, "Now?"

"Yes." Gao Fan entered the room first.

"Do you want to take off your clothes?" Harumi Minase chased after him.

"No, let's chat first." Gao Fan's voice came out.

...

Just now, what happened?

Sanbao and Longqi looked at Wu Haoxue.

"'Painter' won't treat Yang Meng..." Sanbao was a little worried.

But this kind of worry provoked Wu Haoxue: "Mr. Sanbao, please respect my teacher's professional ethics! He is an artist!"

"Sambo, are you crazy? Who would be interested in that yellow-haired girl who owns an airport? Unless she's a pilot~" Ryuzaki giggled happily.

He knew that Sanbao had always regarded Minase Yangmeng as his daughter, so it was normal to be worried, but this idea was too absurd, who could bully a 'high school student' with aircraft carrier power, unless it was Transformers coming.

Whoosh~

A pillow flew out of the room and hit Ryuzaki's face accurately. Although the pillow was goose down, it hit Ryuzaki until he rolled his eyes white and collapsed on the sofa. It can be seen that Minase Harumi's strange power has improved again.

...

Chat is pure chat.

Gao Fan had to know everything about Minase Harumi before he could try to draw her into the painting.

Boss and Naru Reimu are dead, their lives have been fixed and ended, but the soul is easy to describe, but Minase Harumi is different. She not only has a wonderful life, but also has a powerful mystery.

So throughout the night, Minase Harumi told Gao Fan about her past.

Waiting for the next day, when the three investigators woke up, the conversation in the room was still going on, and in the end, it was Harumi Minase who was so hungry that he begged Gao Fan to stop.

After walking out of the room, Minase Harumo still praised Gao Fan: "Mr. Painter is really great~"

"Where...it's great?" Sanbao asked worriedly.

"Look, this is my favorite painting, Mr. Painter drew it just for me~" Minase Harumeng took out the drawing paper in his hand and showed it to Sanbao.

When Sambo took it, he saw that the painting was an autumn road covered with fallen leaves. The backs of two girls, one big and one small, were walking on the road. The lines used by the artist in this painting are very "gentle"——Sambo also touched After arriving in Gaofan, I realized that a line can also look very "gentle". The line is just spread there randomly. When it bends, it becomes a fallen leaf. When it floats up, it is a breeze. When it falls softly, it turns into two girls. Long hair scattered on the shoulders.

The whole sketch conveys profound feelings, which are the beauty of the past and the eternal remembrance. It seems that everyone will have an encounter in life, not because of the beauty of the encounter, but because there will always be a miss in life.

"This was the last time I went to school as an ordinary person. Reimu came to pick me up, and then I was kidnapped, and then... well, I was given 'strong luck' by that nasty guy." Harumo Minase said.

Then her life was changed.

This painting depicts the last ordinary happiness in her life.

Wu Haoxue also came over to look at the sketch.

He knows painting better than the two in front of him, and he also knows Gao Fan's skills better.

"The teacher's skills have improved again. A sketch can express so many emotions, and not only the person being drawn can empathize with it, but other people can also feel it. It's amazing~ At this age, you can still have skills During the period of rapid progress, it is really... old and strong!" Wu Haoxue sighed.

"You are old and strong, I am old!" Gao Fan, who had just walked out of the room, was furious when he heard Wu Hao praise himself like this.