At this time, Fan Ning was basically certain that the ashes of the painting without paint slag that he saw at the fire scene were the "Green Night" mentioned by the unsuccessful Salon painter Cumier.
"I told you to only burn garbage paintings. If your artistic attainments are comparable to Vincent's paintings, they will run away on their own," said Benjamin, who was sitting on the suspended car.
"Run? What do you mean it can run on its own?" Fan Ning asked in surprise.
"Only when certain correct pigments are used, the artistic conception can be expressed correctly." Benjamin looked up at the sky.
After that, even though I didn’t answer the question, I actually felt that what he said made sense.
Fan Ning felt more and more that it was easy to be led astray when talking to such a madman who maintained the ability to communicate, but he was trying to continue to explore the hidden knowledge that he did not know, so he insisted on asking: "So why did you run away?"
"I appreciate many things and remember them deeply." Benjamin continued to talk solemnly.
"You can open the 'Gate of Seven Lights' if it runs away, or can you open it if it doesn't run away?" Fan Ning asked again.
"Wow--"
Benjamin ignored him, and his esophagus twitched uncontrollably and retched again.
Fan Ning frowned and looked at the rickety car in front of him.
When Fan Ning heard the name "Gate of Seven Lights" before, he had already thought of the seven phases and colors of divinity.
The information related to this door is most likely the core hidden knowledge mastered by the Harmony School. Combined with the characteristics of the oil paintings currently in hand, the seven paintings may be the coordinates for finding the "Gate of Seven Lights", or they may be the secret to travel through.
key.
Fan Ning was previously unsure whether "special" paintings were "unique" and special, or whether they were special "exceeding a certain level of requirements".
But now it is inferred from Benjamin's words that the latter is more likely.
After all, paintings are also made by people, creating a substance that has a unique correspondence with the Huita door. He feels that this is not something that his father Vincent or the failed salon painter Cumier can do.
So, when certain suitable pigments are used, and the painting skills and artistic conception reach a certain level, the work will take on some extraordinary properties and have some mysterious connection with the 'Gate of Seven Lights' in the Hui Pagoda?
The right paint…
Fan Ning couldn't help but look back at his large box car. He had thrown the bundle of paint on the passenger seat.
If this is the case, Vincent's five paintings can also be replaced by works by other artists. Furthermore, there is no problem for Cumier to repaint the "Green Night".
"My face is His face! His image is my image!!" Benjamin suddenly roared at the top of his lungs.
The three of them couldn't help but take a step back in fear.
"Don't move!" Xilan and Qiong, one holding a gun and the other holding a curse seal, looked at him without blinking.
"This guy..." Fan Ning couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he saw that this cold and calm investigator in the past had become like this after gaining some knowledge.
"I'm sorry." Benjamin turned around with an apologetic look, "I've been a little irritated after seeing too much garbage. It'll be better if I let it out... What I just asked you to bid for still counts, how about 300 pounds?"
"His current state of repeatedly jumping between normal communication and neurotic behavior is exactly the same as the people of the reconciliation school." Sheeran said quietly next to Fan Ning.
Fan Ning nodded.
If it were someone else who stole the painting, Fan Ning would never give him a good look, even if he couldn't retain the painting after intercepting it.
But what's special about Benjamin is that he comes from the Special Patrol Office.
This organization's presence in front of me is too high, and what I know is too little.
Regardless of whether he goes crazy or not, communication will make sense. Today I got a lot of key information, such as the Special Patrol Office's search for the so-called remains of the Origin God.
But looking at Benjamin's appearance after being contaminated, the "Fountain in the Painting", the sacred object of the Harmony School, must have really gone crazy.
After thinking for a while, he tried to ask: "So where is the pool? Do you know where the pool is?"
Vincent's five paintings, plus Cumier's "Green Night", are still missing one.
This topic is what Benjamin is interested in. He immediately replied: "You asked about "The Painful Room"? It's lying in the seal room of the Special Patrol Hall, ha... Those guys covered it tightly with black gauze, for fear of seeing too much
It ran away."
After finishing speaking, Benjamin began to count his wallet again: "Mr. Fan Ning, please come up with a price. How about the 300 pounds just now? ... The air stinks..."
..."The Room of Pain"? The Sealing Room of the Special Inspection Agency?
Fan Ning had a flash of inspiration and asked casually: "Do you know any way to get back the things seized by the Special Patrol Office?... If what you say is feasible, I will let you crawl now.
Return to the bridge."
Benjamin suddenly looked at Fan Ning with dull eyes, and began to mutter in a low voice:
“My face is His face…His image is my image…”
"What are you doing?" Fan Ning's body suddenly tensed up and he raised the Fierce Sun Guide in his hand.
Benjamin's face gradually changed from a dull expression to one of awe and gratitude: "Mr. Fan Ning, I retract my previous insults and disdain for you."
"What's wrong with me?" Fan Ning felt uncomfortable when he heard Benjamin use the honorific as the second person address. He just felt that he was going crazy if he continued to talk at this person's pace.
"I didn't expect that you were also planning to get the "Room of Pain". I didn't expect that you were also working on opening the 'Gate of Seven Lights' and seeing the great holy spring... I didn't expect that you had already thought about becoming a doctor at a young age.
'Martyr'... Otherwise, leave it to you to complete the feat, and I will provide you with cooperation... Your talent in the extraordinary field is stronger than mine. After opening the 'Gate of Seven Lights', you will definitely gain more knowledge. Then I will
I’ll ask you for advice again…”
Benjamin kept using admiring parallels, and his eyes showed his ardent expectations for Fan Ning.
...who the hell wants to open the "Gate of Seven Lights" and gain more knowledge? Fanning sounds scared and anxious.
"So is there anything you can do?" He suppressed his impatience and adopted a non-committal approach to Benjamin's suggestion of "getting "The Pain Room"".
If there is a way to bring out this painting of Benjamin, then maybe you can also use this method on your mobile phone.
"...I'm still doing experiments." Benjamin said, "When I go back, I will continue to do experiments. When my experiments are successful, I will contact you for cooperation."
Fan Ning rolled his eyes angrily.
These lunatics from the Harmony School are really just like the elixir master Cyndia, they talk about doing experiments all day long.
However, he endured it, and he did not rule out the possibility that Benjamin would be able to come up with a solution, and without the help of outside help, he had no idea how to take away the seized items from the Special Patrol Office.
"So how will you contact me after your experiment is successful? How to contact me?" Fan Ning tried to make an appointment with him.
"Use a drift bottle." Benjamin said.
"...??" Fan Ning's eyes widened.
Benjamin said as he turned around and took out a small glass bottle with a wooden stopper from the storage box.
"When I need to contact you, I write the note in a drift bottle and throw it into the river. You will know after you get it and open it."
Xilan and Qiong looked at each other, with strange looks in each other's eyes, and stretched out their hands to cover the smiles on their faces.
"...Okay." Fan Ning bit her lip and nodded.
Either he's a madman, or this is a ritual object, or both.
Fan Ning feels that he has adapted.
So this farce came to an end in a weird and ridiculous conversation, but Fan Ning vaguely felt that it was very effective, and he seemed to have gained a lot of knowledge.
He began to think, now that the painting was back, and there was really nothing he could do against the lunatic who stole the painting, should he just retreat or something else...
The investigator who was contaminated by hidden knowledge was forced into a panic. It had nothing to do with him jumping into the river. What if something was aberrated?
"See if you want to consider letting me buy your painting..." Benjamin sat in the air, continued to count the money with his head lowered, and then continued to mutter: "My face is His face...His image is me.
image of…"
Fan Ning's thoughts were interrupted.
...? Didn’t this guy just say that the feat of opening the "Gate of Seven Lights" would be left to him? Why did he want to accept the painting again?
Benjamin took out a wad of 50-denomination notes as he chanted: "Mr. Fanning, the old dung on the Pushor River really stinks... I counted a total of 21 notes here, 1050 pounds, I am willing to pay
What do you think of your 300 pounds of tolls...and the remaining banknotes used as bids for five paintings?"
"...? 150 pounds a piece? Are you serious?" Fan Ning narrowed his eyes and looked at the former investigator, who turned out to be a thief and madman, with a trace of anger flashing in his eyes.
Vincent's five oil paintings with such superb artistic attainments, this man wants to pack 750 pounds to buy them?
Regardless of whether this transaction actually occurred or not, just making this proposal...
Fan Ning gradually clenched his fists, and his blood pressure rose again.
"Huh? Wait..." Benjamin pressed the banknotes under his butt, then turned the wallet upside down, tapped it on his palm, and a dozen coins fell out.
"I'll change the bid." He showed a friendly smile, "It's 750 pounds, 4 shillings and 10 pence."
Fan Ning also showed a friendly smile and gently placed five bundles of canvases on the road.
"Originally, considering that the conversation was quite productive, I thought about it and let it go, but now I feel--"
He took a few steps back, trotted, boosted, jumped up, and lifted his legs.
"Fuck you!" An afterimage flashed across the dark night, and Fan Ning's soles kicked hard on the trunk shell of the car!
There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the car that had already rushed halfway out and turned into a seesaw finally fell off the bridge together with Benjamin in the driver's seat!
"Plop--" The front of the car fell down, falling into darkness, and water splashed.
Fan Ning clapped his hands, lowered his head and bent over, picking up the scroll on the ground.
With the two girls covering their mouths in surprise, they walked towards their big, bumpy car without looking back.
"Stop looking, get in the car, go home, and go to bed."
…
Next Monday, July 28th at 6pm.
It is already the normal time for employees in media industries such as newspapers and radio stations to get off work, but at this moment, art media of all sizes, centered on the imperial capital of Santa Ramburg, are preparing to prepare.
They were waiting for the telegram to be reprinted in the headlines of the leading imperial cultural critic, the "Tioline Cultural Weekly".
According to the established habits of previous years, the Summer Arts Festival concerts will officially go on sale on August 1, and before that, the updated issue of "Tioline Cultural Weekly" will exclusively announce the detailed information of each concert.
They need to use this as a reference to write articles for their own media for follow-up reporting.
Not only front-line media such as "Hoffmann's Gramophone" are waiting, but media from niche or special status are also eager to try. For example, in the office of "Hustle" at the moment, editor-in-chief Macaulay, wearing a jacket and slicked back hair, is shaking his hands
He sat with his arms folded and stared at the telegraph machine in trance.
The newspaper specializes in fabricating and digging up tidbits in the music industry, as well as "in-depth reporting" on failed music activities, music works and musicians.
In fact, editor-in-chief Macaulay still has a certain level of appreciation, but his extremely sharp sarcastic words and pervasive access to gossip have caused many artists to keep silent about him and avoid it whenever they can.
Many readers like this style, so "Hustle" still firmly occupies the position of a second-tier art review media despite the lack of truly professional commentators.
At six-thirty, the telegram came out of the machine. Macaulay couldn't wait to take it and read it. As he read, his eyes stopped on a certain line, and he shook his head a few more times as if in disbelief.
"The overall price of the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra concert in each area is three times that of previous years, and the exclusive ticket price is actually set at 18 pounds?... Good guy, are you planning to charge according to the standards of a first-tier professional orchestra? Don Yetus
Isn’t this guy too restrained in his reporting? Even like this, he doesn’t add any personal comments?” Macaulay said to himself excitedly.
After checking out the Royal Academy of Music, which was only 13 pounds, and confirming that the prices for other symphony concerts were the same as in previous years, his eyes lit up and he suddenly came up with a brilliant idea.
Do a report on predicting the box office rankings of the 913 Summer Arts Festival! Be fast! News must be timely!
Extracting information, formulating wording, drafting, proofreading, typesetting, printing, all in one go, the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra predicted the result to be the last one, and attached the following message: "Let's wait and see how the students of this school will enter first-line careers through the premiere of new works."
Sarcastic encouragement.
By around nine o'clock in the evening, almost a dozen media outlets, large and small, had finalized and sent out reports with different forms and emphasis, trying their best to highlight this highlight of the year. The only difference may only be reflected in the weight of the wording.
After going home and going to bed, Macaulay woke up the next day, stretched out on the soft bed, and turned on the radio next to him.
Beep beep... beep beep...
Santa Ramburg Daily Morning Radio...Hoffman Records Publishing Company, takes you to listen to a little music before going out in the morning...
Amidst the slight background noise and burrs, the string section rippled with melancholy broken chords, and a noble and sentimental violin melody sounded in the living room.
Macaulay only felt that the opening music was so beautiful that his hair stood on end.
Gardens, roses, poetry, melancholy, elegance... all kinds of words poured into his mind like beans, but for a while he couldn't even form any sentences.
Until the music suddenly faded away after a minute.
"Then what!? I can't hear you clearly!" Macaulay grabbed the radio and put it to his ear.
"Ah, I'm going to die. Did the person who recorded it have a problem? Why did the sound suddenly become smaller?" He began to scratch his scalp anxiously.
In the last half minute of the radio broadcast, a sweet female voice rang in my ears, and slowly broadcast two paragraphs with the background music being muted:
"The "Violin Concerto in E minor" by young composer Carolyn Van Ning will be premiered at the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra concert at the Summer Arts Festival at 8 pm on August 21, conducted by the composer himself.
"
"The recording will be pre-sold on site in the lobby after the performance. You can enjoy a 20% discount with your VIP ticket stub and come with autographs from both the composer and the violinist. Please pay attention to the ticketing information for event details."
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