Soul Painter

Creator of The Bostonians.

It makes sense for Gao Fan to take this painting back. If the price is to return all the millions of dollars raised by the Bostonians to buy this painting, that’s fine.

But the reason why stealing is used instead of buying is because it doesn't make sense.

As soon as Gao Fan got the painting, he made plans to leave Boston.

He had asked Lawrence to prepare the car.

Because of the ceremonial nature of this painting, whether it is by air, water or train, as long as it comes into contact with Boston citizens, it may be noticed, because this ceremony is connected to the souls of all Boston citizens.

So, after getting the painting, Gao Fan took Anna and got into the car that Lawrence had prepared.

Not right away, because Lawrence was delayed for a while, and the manager didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. After all, he didn't have any knowledge about the mystery, so it was Gao Fan's reminder that Lawrence went to prepare the car. It just so happened that the car was out of gas. I went to refuel again, but it was delayed for less than half an hour.

It shouldn't matter...

Gao Fan thought so, but when he saw the police cars all over the street outside the car window, he realized that the half hour was indeed a long delay.

It has been so long that the police have blocked all roads near the museum.

Lawrence had just driven out of the gas station near the villa when he was stopped by the police. The tense expression on the policeman's face relaxed when he saw the two painters in the car. Otherwise, they were stiff and dangerous, ready to pull out at any time Gao Fan has only seen the shooting posture of a gun on the streets of Paris, which are on the verge of war, and on those security forces.

"Dear Mr. Painter, Miss Painter, Mr. Broker, where are you going?" the policemen asked.

The citizens of Boston have their own titles for the three, and these three titles specifically refer to the three, which is a kind of respect.

"Go out...to eat?" Lawrence glanced at Gao Fan and Anna in the back seat, "What's wrong here?"

"The Boston Museum has been stolen. According to the staff, "Bostonian" is lost." The policeman said in a very sad voice.

"Really?!" Gao Fan screamed in the back seat, as if the painting wasn't in the trunk of the car.

"Unfortunately, it's true..." The policeman seemed a little guilty, but he immediately said, "But please believe that we will get it back. We all know that it is still in this city!"

"How do you know it's still in the city? Got a clue?" Lawrence asked.

"I believe you feel the same way." At this moment, the policeman's expression suddenly became holy, "It's not far away from us, and it's even right beside us."

"Indeed, I also have this feeling." Gao Fan echoed, "But it may have been transported out of the city."

"It's here..." The policeman still murmured, "We all know that it's here..."

The policeman was in a 'psychic' state, which only lasted for a moment, and then he said to the three people in the car: "Please rest assured, we will find it, and I will personally kill this bold thief!"

"It's just stealing, so you don't shoot people, right? After all, there are laws." Lawrence was taken aback.

"My gun, in the face of shameful thieves, will accidentally 'go off'." The policeman smiled triumphantly, "Okay, I wish you a happy meal."

good.

Lawrence nodded.

Close the windows.

His hands on the steering wheel were shaking.

Fortunately, it passed safely.

At that moment just now, he doubted that the police would ask him to open the trunk, and that would be the end of it.

The car continued to move forward, and the atmosphere in the car was a little frozen, because there was another checkpoint set up by the police ahead, and they left the villa only a few stops away, less than two kilometers away, surrounding the Boston Museum, the theft site, The police should have set up numerous sentries, which can be called iron walls.

"We can't go any further." Gao Fan said suddenly.

"Why?" Lawrence hurriedly parked the car on the side of the road.

In Boston in June, the air is humid and quiet. This road goes east along the Charles River. After crossing the bridge, it enters the East End where Harvard University is located. From there, drive north for two hours and you can leave Boston. During the two-hour journey, I am afraid that there will be many checkpoints.

When the car stopped, Gao Fan didn't explain why he stopped immediately. He put his thumb next to his mouth as if he was gnawing his finger. This is a movement he only makes when he is very embarrassed.

It's a little hot in the car.

Lawrence pressed the window.

The sound of river water and humid air kept pouring into the car, but they couldn't calm down the tense atmosphere in the car.

Both Anna and God sensed the tension, and she was silent with it.

"The farther away, the more obvious the smell of the ceremony." Gao Fan said suddenly, "In the stolen place, there will still be some years of smell to cover up, but when we leave Boston with this painting, It's like holding a torch in the dark, too obvious to move forward."

"Bostonian" is connected to the soul of every Bostonian. Any Bostonian can feel the existence of this painting. The policeman just now should have found the painting on the car, but he just mistook it because it was too far away from the museum. In addition, there is also the breath of the painter.

In many cases, the breath of "Bostonians" is consistent with the painter's breath, so Bostonians will respect painters.

But the more you leave the museum, the more obvious the breath of this painting will be, but the artist himself can't explain the source of such a strong soul pull.

"Go back..." Gao Fan sighed, "I can't go anymore."

Lawrence looked at the police checkpoint in front of him and hesitated because he looked at Gao Fan, but Gao Fan nodded firmly to him and said very seriously: "Brother, I am not joking, this is not a joke, we You have to go back, otherwise it will be troublesome."

How much trouble?

Lawrence frowned. He turned around and showed a remorseful expression, and said in a low voice, "I should have driven you away earlier."

"I shouldn't have entrusted Ryuzaki to steal the painting." Gao Fan said, "If you want to blame it, it's me, and it has nothing to do with you."

Having said that, when they drove the car back to the villa and watched from the window of the villa as more and more police officers and Boston citizens gathered on the street downstairs, Lawrence still felt that he was more responsible for this matter, and he only delayed Little time, but the key to keeping them from leaving Boston.

"It's okay, it's okay." Gao Fan said, "It's nothing serious, as long as I hurry up and destroy the painting, and then turn it into a new ceremony, the people of Boston will forgive us~"

"Why don't you return the painting..." Lawrence suggested.

"If we return the painting this time, the people of Boston will put it in a cage and lock it up, and then plug every mouse hole with cement. Even if we have another 10 billion dollars, there is no way to steal it out again." Already." Gao Fan said that the current Boston is equivalent to an abyss with 2 million minions with "Bostonians" as a ceremony, and they only have one chance.