Most of the people who have accompanied Ozawa in the past two days are not the owner here, but the confidant of the young lady who appeared during the kidnapping in the warehouse. I wonder if it is because Ozawa expressed his serious concern to Jane and Brando as soon as he got off the plane.
He hated his attitude, so they had to send an unrelated man to take care of his daily life.
Just after lunch, Ozawa stepped down from the dining chair, looked at the man standing next to him and asked, "Where is my computer?"
"Back to the young master, there was something wrong with your computer yesterday and it broke. I'm afraid it will take a few days to repair before you can get it back. There are not many modern electrical appliances that can be used in this old castle. If the young master is bored, why not go find Mr. Brando?
Chat with the young lady, they have specially set aside time to spend time with you, young master, these days."
The man continued, packing his things and advising in a very respectful tone.
Ozawa's face was expressionless and he didn't answer, but he knew in his heart that when he logged into the game yesterday and left a message to Zhuangzhuang to reveal information, their intranet monitoring revealed some flaws.
It is true that there are not many modern technological appliances here, but the monitoring design and intranet are first-rate.
Even after he sent out the message with lightning speed to erase the traces, he was still discovered within twenty minutes, and his only laptop computer, which had contact with the outside world, was taken away.
Mobile phones, computers, the Internet, and everything that can communicate with the outside world have all been confiscated. The rooms here are very large, and the place is very large. It is a magnificent and European-style castle. Judging from the decoration and furniture, it must be several years old, from a hundred years ago.
A traditional castle passed down from the past.
When Ozawa logged into the game last night, he naturally thought about leaking the information here to Zhuang Zhuang and Nangong's family. However, unfortunately, Brando and his group acted very cautiously. After getting off the plane, a car came to pick him up.
He blindfolded himself and took him into the car. To prevent him from hearing the sound while walking, the symphony music was playing loudly in the car.
"I know you are a smart boy, and I also know what the main purpose of following you is." When he took off his blindfold, he was already led to the inner courtyard of the castle. The door was locked and the courtyard was full of people in black.
, "So, in order to prevent you from doing something stupid, I have to do this, Ozawa, don't blame daddy."
Bai Lan's voice was gentle, but Ozawa could not hear any favorable impression. Instead, he gave him a cold look and followed him into the castle——
Yes, Brando is right.
He came here this time, firstly, to investigate some things that happened five years ago and to find out what Mommy had encountered in this heinous black terror; secondly, and the most important purpose was to break into the inner circle of the black terror and try his best to
Find and provide some hidden weaknesses within the route location and interior of the Dark Terror.
After all, he knows best what Mommy has been investigating when she was at the FBI all these years.
And Black Terror can hide for so many years without leaking any clues, and has not even leaked any location information of its headquarters in front of the world, which shows how treacherous and unpredictable it is.
I'm afraid even Nangong can't guarantee that the location he found is not an ambush or bait set by Hei Terror.
Even though it has been two days since he was staying at the location of the castle, he has not even figured out any of the characteristics of the castle and its geographical location in this dark place...
"Where is Brando?" Ozawa suddenly asked, raising his eyebrows.
The confidant who was clearing away the dishes was obviously surprised. He looked at Ozawa for several seconds before reacting and replied, "Sir Brando... is in his studio... are you... are you going to see him, young master...
…”
"I have something to ask him." Ozawa said, "Take me to see him."
"Okay, okay." The man looked very excited, nodded quickly, put down his work, and took Ozawa directly towards a dark room deep in the castle——
Brando's studio is not particularly large, and the decoration is not lavish. It is clearly in darkness, but there is no sense of uncleanness. Even the colorful colors in the palette slightly reveal the rich fragrance of flowers...
After sending Ozawa to the door, the confidant left. Ozawa pushed the door open and entered. Brando didn't seem to notice and was still painting.
Ozawa stepped forward, took a look behind him, and found that he was drawing a girl.
Black dress, charming eyes, a hint of cruelty in the bright light, skin as white as pure snow, but hands covered with bloodstains...
The blood was made extremely rich by him, so rich and lifelike that it was so cold that it was as if you were standing in front of the painting and looking at it, you could feel the thick blood and the murderous aura coming out of the girl's hands...
"Is it beautiful?" After painting the last stroke, Brando put down the brush in his hand and turned to ask Ozawa, "What do you think of me dedicating this painting to a very important person as a gift?"
Ozawa shook his head and denied, "It's not real enough, and it's not respectful enough."
Brando raised his eyebrows, "Did you see who the person I painted was?"
"It's my mommy."
"Which mommy?"
Ozawa quickly raised his eyebrows and said in a very unhappy voice, "I remember I told you that I only have one mommy. I don't want to repeat it again!"
Brando laughed, "So, can you tell the difference between your mother and the woman who looks exactly like her in the castle?"
Ozawa didn't answer him, but the answer was obvious. The look in his eyes showed that he was asking nonsense.
"What do you mean when you say that this painting is not realistic enough or respectful enough?" Brando tilted his head and looked at Ozawa and slowly asked, "This is your mother's appearance when she was a teenager. You have never seen it.
How can we discuss reality?”
"This painting." Ozawa pointed to the girl's eyes, expression, and the bright red blood on her fingertips. "Too much of your imagination is integrated into it. The painting is not about appearance, but about God, heart, and care.
It’s just three simple basics. If you can’t do any of them, there’s no real word for beauty. And the biggest failure in this painting is the blood that is extremely descriptive but obviously deliberately exaggerated.”
"Blood?" Brando whispered, "Boy, this is the most troublesome process for me."
The vividness, richness, viscosity, as well as the speed and flow marks flowing along the skin's blood vessels... He didn't know how much effort he spent to create such an authentic effect.
"You tried to draw a fearless and extremely powerful girl, but you extremely portrayed her excessive desire and dependence on blood that no longer emanates from everywhere. This kind of contradiction is a failure," Ozawa said clearly.
"If it were a painted scene, I guess the person in the painting would be very interested in this scene.
The emotions filled with everything should be fear, fear, trembling, that is, trying to get rid of everything... You are using your imagination to transform her into what you expect and want to see. Strictly speaking, this is just
What you draw for yourself does not have the meaning of dedicating it to anyone else."
Ozawa's comments were very direct and straightforward.
After saying that, he didn't expect to get Brando's anger instead of Brando's eyes of admiration and admiration. He thought for a few seconds, looked up and down at Ozawa several times, then sighed slightly and said with a little emotion,
"...It is really...a child who is extremely consistent with my character...It is indeed like this...that can create perfection..."
Ozawa didn't know what his words meant. He just frowned and said, "What I said is that everyone knows the basics of painting. Sir, what I want to reveal is that maybe you have the basics."
I didn’t hit Mr. Good, so you don’t have to think too much.”
Ozawa felt chilled when he looked at his face, looking at her face where she was extremely happy to have found her soulmate...
Brando didn't care. He stood up, put away the brush, and said, "Come with me, I'll take you to see something."
Ozawa frowned, instinctively wanting to refuse.
But I heard Brando say, "Don't you have a question to ask me? I've been surpassed in painting. Why don't you comment on my next character and hobby and see if your survey information is true? Can you beat me in this level?
,how?"
Chi Guoguo's provocation.
Ozawa frowned and didn't answer, but still followed him.
Entering the back room, Ozawa was surprised.
This room is large and elegantly decorated. It is obviously a collection room. It is full of collectibles. Of course, in addition to some famous paintings, there are also some Chinese antiques with great collectible value. Just pick one out.
The pieces are all valuable and the auction prices are high.
Many of these antique items have only recently begun to circulate on the market and can fetch sky-high prices. Unexpectedly, most of them are now collected by Brando and acquired at sky-high prices.
"How?" Brando asked,
Art has no borders, no high or low, but unexpectedly everyone seeks recognition... It is said that since ancient times, it is difficult to find a close friend.
Ozawa raised his eyebrows, looked at a green jade antique, and walked over——
"Do you like this?" Brando asked, smiling, "Good taste, this is an inconspicuous, but extremely expensive, high-quality collection."
Ozawa said nothing, but smiled.
Then, snap—
He just threw it away and threw it on the ground.
The jade was broken into two pieces.
"You..." Bai Lan frowned, a little displeased, but did not say anything more, but continued, "Is your talent for antiques a sabotage?"
"Of course not."
As he said that, Ozawa walked towards an antique next to the jade, then one, then another, one after another——
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang -
One by one, all of them fell to the ground and smashed into pieces...
Brando's face turned a little ugly. He looked at him and said with some restraint, "I can favor you unconditionally, but I cannot condone your behavior of destroying art."
"Art?" Ozawa smiled, looking at him and shaking his head, "Uncle, do you really understand art? Even if you are bad at drawing, you can't even understand the collection. Of course no one wants to destroy the genuine ones. I will throw these away.
All the things are fake!"
"Fake?" Brando raised his brows and shook his head, "Impossible, I got these all from a formal auction by a national certification agency..."
"So, ignorance kills people, uncle!" Ozawa smiled and shook his head. That smile already had the confidence of a sighing smile.