On the other side of the bridge, the originally weak sirens became more and more clearly audible.
"Sheeran, get these people away first."
This matter involved both his art museum and the Special Patrol Office. Entering the sight of the Police Security Bureau would also enter the sight of the Special Patrol Office. After thinking about it, Fan Ning decided to proceed with caution.
The headlights of six or seven motorcycles emerged from the slope. The police officer in charge saw the black figure standing in front of him. He was about to fire a warning shot in the air, but found that he could not concentrate, and his arms were also paralyzed for several seconds.
Didn't lift it up.
"Guide the school's actions." A soft and calm voice sounded, and the colorful rotating lights reflected the girl's delicate face.
"Anyone knows?..." The policeman was stunned. After thinking for a few seconds, he bowed slightly, then walked forward slowly and saw the ID the girl held out.
According to management regulations, when official organizations are investigating mysterious incidents, they have no right to investigate unless they are ordered to assist.
The motorcycles turned around one after another. When Sheeran walked back to the car that had rushed halfway off the bridge, he found that the scene in front of him was a bit strange.
The driver's door, which was completely disconnected, swayed twice and then plunged into the river. Benjamin sat sideways, with his feet stretched out of the car, half a cigar in his mouth, and looked at the black river flowing under his feet.
The car body is like a seesaw, in a delicate state of balance, swinging gently.
In the dark night, the other two people stood by the bridge, looking at each other from afar with the figure sitting in the air.
A scene of an enthusiastic passerby trying to persuade a man to commit suicide and jump into the river.
After a while, Joan opened the trunk of the car, and five bundles of canvas scrolls came into view, but nothing else.
The quantity is small and the size is small. Compared with the spacious space of the trunk, it looks empty.
"I didn't expect that I guessed wrong." Fan Ning sneered, looking at the figure sitting in the suspended driver's seat smoking, "Why, you still have a certain artistic taste, and you are not the kind who accepts everyone? I originally
Thought you'd fill it up..."
Sheeran's blood pressure was obviously rising along with Fanning, and his expression and tone were sarcastic: "The Turner Museum of Art has about three hundred oil paintings in its collection, and Mr. Benjamin's vision is quite picky in terms of the proportions.
"
"Only these few paintings are readable and useful." Benjamin still had a strong nasal voice, "But my tolerance for garbage colors is gradually increasing. In order to save time, it is a pity that I did not burn the other paintings. The movement is still too slow.
I'll be broke if I come here."
"Breaking money?" Fan Ning was a little annoyed by his wording at first, but then he became confused by what he said next.
He found that he couldn't seem to follow the logic of this crazy investigator.
"Who wants to spend more money if they can do it without spending money..." Benjamin took a few puffs of cigar, his tone was relaxed and helpless, "But I don't want to be forced to jump by you... Damn it, this Pushol
The river is full of oil, garbage and old dung, so you’d better give me a price.”
After speaking, he waved his right hand, and the cigarette butt fell into the river, and the trajectory of the sparks was swallowed up by darkness.
Obviously, he couldn't take anything with him in the current situation, and he couldn't expect to be able to move back to the bridge deck gracefully under the pistols and curse seals of the three people from this awkward position.
But he can jump.
As a knowledgeable person who has been promoted to the middle level and has studied the two phases of "candle" and "wild" at the same time, he always has his own means to avoid falling or drowning.
Fan Ning and his party could keep Hua, but they couldn't keep him.
"...Make a price?..." Fan Ning felt that this matter was getting more and more ridiculous. He couldn't understand this guy's behavior, but at this moment, his appeal was so reasonable.
Benjamin leaned forward and took out a wallet from the foot of the cab. He just sat in the air and began to count the bills seriously.
"Can 200 pounds allow me to slowly get back out of the car?"
"It seems you're not crazy?" Fan Ning took back his pistol, holding the Fierce Sun Guide in his hand and playing with it from side to side. "It's interesting. The Harmony School tricked the Bologna School at the graduation concert. Investigators from the Special Inspection Department
They also joined the Harmony School... I thought this was the case, but the 'phantom man' currently being taken into custody slipped away and returned. Who would have thought that this investigator had already joined the Harmony School..."
"Could the Harmony School be the biggest winner?" He joked, "You really acted like that back then - the Special Patrol Office always does the right thing?... But speaking of it, since you can be sent out by the Special Patrol Office
Taking in the 'phantom people' shows that they were still holding this motive in the beginning to manipulate the qualifications for the premiere of the graduation concert. The teachers and students in the school are just pawns in the game between the two forces of you..."
"Mr. Fan Ning, I haven't found one sentence in your various judgments that is completely correct." Benjamin began to comment on what Fan Ning said one by one in order, as if talking to himself slowly, "First of all, now, before you,
Most of these people think you are crazy, but of course it is you who are actually mentally ill... Then I joined the Harmony School a long time ago, and there is no such thing as joining the Harmony School...
"The last 'phantom man' didn't have anything to do with it. He slipped around and went back. The pipe ritual is not my personal property. It was sealed in the morning after being taken in. Now it is placed in the sealing room of the Special Patrol Office building.
…”
"...You have lost the ability to judge things. This fully shows that you have a brain problem and are in a dangerous state. You need some life-saving knowledge." Benjamin took out a cigar again and put it in his mouth, and glanced at Fan from a distance with concern.
Ning glanced at her with pity and sincerity in her eyes, "Can I borrow a lighter if it's convenient? I just finished lighting the lighter and my hand shook and it dropped."
…This guy’s speech and behavior still feel a bit abnormal.
Fan Ning asked with great interest: "Oh? You didn't join the Harmony School? So what have you been doing recently? Performing special performance art on behalf of the Special Patrol Hall?"
While Fan Ning was asking questions, the cigarette butt in Benjamin's hand lit up for no apparent reason, and wisps of smoke floated out.
"Thank you...but I still want to say that it's really hard to communicate with you guys." Benjamin shook his head slowly, "The Harmony School does not need the traditional joining process, as long as you truly understand the truth of the 'Fountain in the Painting',
Determined to be a pioneer or martyr who leads mankind to ascend, then you will naturally become one of us..."
"As for the 'Illusion Man'? It's none of my business. That thing is used by the Special Patrol Office to occupy the climbing path of the 'Gate of Broken Keys' that once guided the school. We are not interested in it. Only the boring Special Patrol Office
That guy, apart from looking for the illusory remains of the God of Origin every day, is clamoring to tighten the control over the knowledgeable and to care about his business?... What if everyone learned to use the words 'none of my business' and 'none of your business'?
If the problem is solved, the world will definitely be much cleaner..."
When Benjamin said this, he slowly blew out two puffs of smoke from his nostrils: "For the sake of borrowing fire from you, I casually shared some truths with you... Then for the sake of my healing your brain, do you agree to it?
Conditions? 200 pounds, let me crawl out over the bridge and go home... Damn, this river stinks."
Fan Ning stared at him, with a puzzled expression on his face.
The former investigator seemed to be speaking in a coherent manner, but in fact he was clearly mixed with crazy talk.
But there is a huge amount of information in it, which Fan Ning didn't know before!
Judging from Benjamin's previous statement, he took in the "phantom man" on behalf of the Special Patrol Office at the graduation concert, and rescued himself and the two principals, and then handed over the pipe ritual after completing the task... At this time, he should be
A normal Special Patrol Office investigator.
But thinking about it further, Fan Ning's doubts popped up one after another.
Could it be that he had a mental problem when he later investigated the "Fountain in Painting" of the Harmony School?
The Special Inspection Office is looking for the elusive remains of the God of Origin... What is the God of Origin?
The "Gate of Broken Keys" turns out to be the core hidden knowledge mastered by the Guidance School? Is the Special Inspection Office trying to occupy this climbing path? What is the climbing path? How can it be squeezed?
The "Illusion Man" is actually related to the "Gate of Broken Keys"? Is this a key?... So what is the spiritual state that Joan said about herself? Is this the key to the "Gate of Broken Keys"?
If the main reason for the above doubts is mainly due to Fan Ning's limited grasp of hidden knowledge, then he can't figure out the next point at all:
Assuming that Benjamin did not lie, and the Harmony School is not interested in the "Gate of Broken Keys" and "Illusion Man", then why did they perform evil rituals at the graduation concert? - If this is explained, the leader of the underground party is Searle
Via, Sylvia is from the Special Patrol Department. The Special Patrol Department is interested in the "Gate of Broken Keys", which can be logically closed, but there is a threat from the Harmony School in Joan's memory, and they do have some interest in Joan.
The plot cannot be explained.
"Mr. Fanning, if you want more money, just say so. You have been thinking about the 200 pounds for five minutes."
Seeing Fan Ning staring at him as if thinking, Benjamin reminded him loudly.
Fan Ning came to his senses: "You are so verbose, so why are you stealing my paintings when you have nothing to do?"
"Mr. Fanning, you are very ill." Benjamin shrugged, causing the car to sway even more for a moment.
"Didn't I say that? First of all, only those few pictures are readable and useful. Secondly, I resisted burning the rest because I am tolerant. Thirdly, why should I spend money when I can not spend money."
"Oh? Oh..." Fan Ning has calmed down now.
Benjamin's remarks were first arrogant, then sinful, and finally shameless. In Fan Ning's opinion, they were even worse than those malicious art critics, but he was crazy after all.
Fan Ning showed a funny smile: "Okay, then tell me, why can't the other three hundred paintings work?"
"Color, mostly because of color, don't you think, those colors are rubbish and disgusting? Like those paintings at Prudence that I burned... Oh my God, just the memory costs me
Great courage, the green leaves of Marais's still life seemed to have worms crawling on them, the purple color of the tablecloth was like a smelly rag stuffed into my mouth and nose; the blue sky of Cumière made me see
It's like someone is beating a gong in my ears, goosebumps are rising, and there's that Claudius painting of the sun, damn... the red color made me feel like vomiting, ah, I can't stand it anymore!! -"
Benjamin suddenly let go of the burning cigar, pinched his chest and neck with both hands, and his whole body tensed up like a bow.
"Wow--"
Dirt was vomited out from his mouth and nose in a spray pattern.
"Wow——" "Wow——" "Wow——"
He was shaking back and forth in the driver's seat, shaking the car so much that Fan Ning was so frightened that he quickly took out the canvas roll from the trunk.
The three people were stunned.
Who would have thought that when he said "I felt sick after watching it", he meant it literally?
Benjamin vomited more and then less filth. He vomited for a full minute and felt that his stomach and intestines were about to be taken out. When he raised his head again, his face was covered with snot and tears, and he was gasping for air.
He cleared his throat and spat out a few mouthfuls of saliva: "For someone who has already seen the essence of beauty, this experience is simply more uncomfortable than killing me...Thanks to Vincent, a great artist...he finally managed to
I have painted several works that are close to the truth, which will definitely help me open the 'Gate of Seven Lights'..."
...The name of another door. Fan Ning asked tentatively: "...What does the Seven Lights Gate mean?"
What responded to him was Benjamin retching again.
The former investigator became erratic and roared angrily at the three people standing by the bridge: "Caroën Van Ning, I'm warning you, don't let me see those rubbish paintings in your art gallery again, or else
I will burn them until there is no dregs left! You blind idiots!!"
"Who are you saying is blind? Who allowed you to go to the art museum? Shameless!"
Qiong was implicated and pointed at her nose and scolded her. She had an angry expression on her face and was about to step forward to argue with him, but Fan Ning grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Why argue with a madman?" Sheeran whispered.
Fan Ning shook his head, looked down at the five paintings in his hand, untied the binding rope, and slowly unfolded them one by one.
""Twilight and Wall on the Mountaintop", 40x50cm, oil on canvas, signed Vincent Fan Ning. The main color is golden."
""Scorpion's Perspective", 40x50cm...the main color is purple."
""The Abyss Seen in Certain Emotions", 40x50cm, oil on canvas, signed Vincent Van Ning. The main color is cyan."
""River of Silver Mirrors", 40x50cm...the main color is silver."
""Creative Sketching About Extremely Asymmetrical Containers", 40x50cm... Sketch, black and gray."
Joan looked through the sparse and weak gas light on the bridge: "Caron, were these all drawn by your father? I think it is indeed very beautiful. Even that sketch is full of the allure of light and shadow.
."
Fan Ning squinted his eyes. He really felt that the colors in these paintings were used to a certain extent, and the pigments were blended as perfectly as the stars aligned. Any slight break in balance would immediately eclipse them. Those that were either full or full
The powerful brushstrokes are rolling, spinning, and singing.
These paintings have never been publicly displayed in the gallery. One, three and five of them have been kept in the storage room. The second and fourth paintings are hung in his father's office. Fan Ning saw them when he first visited the art gallery last year, but the light was much brighter than it is now at night.
What's even worse is that I didn't have spiritual awareness at that time, and I was focused on deciphering the phonetic fragments, so I didn't notice this heightened sense of beauty.
At this moment, it seemed as if colorful bubbles were rising in his mind, then exploding like fireworks.
Joan asked again: "...but is there anything special about this compared to other paintings in the Turner Museum of Art?"
"The main color of the phase?" Sheeran speculated.
"It's possible." Fan Ning tried to list them one by one, "Golden is a candle, purple is a key, cyan is an ember, and silver is a wild sketch? Black, white and gray, what is the calculation?"
So
There are only five paintings here. Judging from the corresponding relationship, "cocoon" and "pool" are missing.
"Did you burn "Green Night"?" Fan Ning's heart moved, and he tentatively mentioned this painting that might also have problems by asking Benjamin questions to see what Benjamin's reaction would be.
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