absurd deduction game.

Chapter 483 Nine Painters
Yu Xing automatically ignored the words that said he was short. Although he was swearing in his heart, he looked calm on the surface. Step up to the second floor.

There is an NPC standing on the stairs on the second floor, not the one who greeted the artist at the stairs on the first floor, but an introducer.

Seeing Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu, the introducer also frowned suspiciously, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring at their faces, bringing a little coolness behind their backs.

But he didn't say anything in the end. After all, he didn't remember all the appearances of all the guests, so it was wrong to go up and disturb them hastily.

Yu Xing just walked in front of the introducer in such a majestic way, with the same aristocratic arrogance on his face as other viewers—even though he was dressed very ordinaryly.

His clothes were even stained with blood, which was left in Kraun's grocery store, but in fact, in the art museum, there are quite a few visitors with blood stains on their bodies. Yu Xing was still in the lobby on the first floor just now I saw a woman whose half body was soaked in bloody clothes, dripping blood every step she took.

It looks very bad. If there is more blood and the woman's appearance is more beautiful, she can cosplay Bloody Mary.

In short, judging from the performance of the introducers at the stairway, they can indeed mix among the guests.

Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu came to the second floor. When they came up, it was a relatively wide exhibition hall, square and square, with two or three paintings hanging on each side. Compared with the oil paintings in the corridor, those paintings seemed to have a more noble quality. Even the frame of the frame is carved out of gold, and the size is also larger.

He did not go directly to a certain corridor connecting this exhibition hall, but stopped here. There is a pull-up barrier in front of these oil paintings, which isolates visitors two meters away. At this time, there are many gaudy ghosts Most of the comments on these oil paintings are praises and praises.

"As expected of Mr. Clodier's pinnacle work, this scene of hell is simply too wonderful. I can't wait to immerse myself in it. How wonderful it would be if I could live in such a beautiful hell!"

"This picture of Ms. Linda's skeleton highlights the atmosphere even more. It is simply the pinnacle of imagination and painting skills. I can't imagine that Ms. Linda is not even 30 years old this year."

Yu Xing heard the word Linda, and cast his eyes on the female ghost who said this. The visitor was wearing a long crimson dress - the skirt was narrowed and the tail was spread out, making her look very similar A talking wine glass.

The painting in front of the red wine glass lady is a large blue-toned oil painting. Visitors need to look up to get a glimpse of the whole painting. At the lower end, corpses without a trace of skin or flesh and blood were piled up together, forming the top of a pile of bones.

A gray spear was inserted in the middle of the pile of bones, and a fresher corpse was strung on the top. The corpse was rotting visible to the naked eye, maintaining the movement of death, with one arm stretched to the sky and five fingers spread, as if to That gray cloud is asking for something.

Yu Xing leaned over with interest. This painting was much more delicate than those in the corridor. It seemed that Miss Linda, who was late at the time, might have slightly better artistic attainments than other painters.

Whether it is the layout of the picture, or the light and shadow and color, they have all got rid of the low-level taste, but the subject matter is still so simple and intuitive.

But this exquisiteness is only compared with the paintings displayed by other painters in the corridor. To Yu Xing, this still looks like a disaster.

Not to mention the fact that it is comparable to the art of that era in the real world, even the paintings he drew when he was studying abroad in later generations are much better than this.

After finishing this painting, he looked at the other paintings in the exhibition hall, and found that they were generally more beautiful than those in the corridor, as if someone who held an art exhibition gathered the most proud works of all the painters in this exhibition hall.

He looked over one by one, and saw the names of the painters mentioned by the visitors when he first came to the art museum, Ender, Clodier, Mond...

Below each painting is a name tag.

Some of them are good at portraits, some are good at scenery, some are abstract, some are realist, and some are good at group portraits or details. The smile on the corner of Yu Xing's mouth widened. The big gift bag of time was delivered to him.

He wanted to use the second method to identify fakes. Originally, he needed to run a little more in each corridor to determine his painting style by comparing the paintings of an artist. How many painters.

So he is confident that even if it takes all this time, it will be faster than others using the first method to identify fakes, but the time that can be saved is of course the best. Now he just needs to remember these paintings in this exhibition hall The painting method of these authors, and these authors, and then you can directly judge whether the style is correct when you see a painting in the corridor.

Yu Xing walked around the small exhibition hall, stopping to observe each painting.

In the eyes of other visitors, this behavior is the expression of his seriousness in looking at these paintings. The way he stares at the paintings is enough to make anyone feel that he is a fan of the author of the painting he is looking at.

Zhao Yijiu also tried to take a look. He heard Yu Xing muttering about lines, brushwork habits, the breadth of thinking in painting and the degree of distortion of spatial imagination, and finally gave up with a secret sigh.

Leave it to a professional, he doesn't deserve it.

Why did he come to the art museum? Here he can only be so passive.

Oh, it's the place he chose, so it's fine.

Yu Xing didn't know what the teammates around him were thinking. He observed around and spent about 20 minutes looking at the "peak works" of each painter.There are a total of nine different painters, each with its own characteristics, which makes it easier for her to identify him.

"Let's go to Area A." Yu Xing said.

Area A is a landscape painting, which is where they didn’t pass by when they ran down. Yu Xing planned to go there first to have a look. The painting style of every writer who is good at landscape painting is more obvious.

The painter Clodier, comparing all his painting skills horizontally, has the best control over colors. In contrast, his lines are not so good. The reason why the hell landscape in the exhibition hall is well received is that It's because he took advantage of the loophole in this painting, transforming his garbage control over lines into a distorted vision of hell.

It stands to reason that if you want to draw a distorted painting with an aesthetic feeling, you should have a stronger control over the lines, which is true, so Yu Xing can see it at a glance by using the method of exploiting loopholes to draw the distorted feeling. It's just that Clodier used his own color light and shade to cover up the unsightly and rigid lines to a great extent.

The painter Shirley is just the opposite. Her lines are very good. There are no biological decorations on the quiet lakeside of the painting. There are only big trees with teeth and claws. A picture.

But it is obvious that she is not sensitive to color. In order to cover up the shortcomings and shortcomings, the whole painting uses very bright colors - and there are almost no colors that are very similar in color.

It's hard for Yu Xing not to guess whether this Shirley is color weak, and she doesn't even dare to adjust the dark or light color.

At the same time, he also memorized the habitual direction of the brushes of these two painters. As a person who was better at painting than these two, he was sure to identify which painting was not painted by them.

There are five paintings by nine painters. The most likely reason is that the five paintings are from different painters. Of course, it is also possible that neither of the two landscape painters will take up any of the spots, but it doesn’t matter, even if the fakes are not in the home of these two painters. Fortunately, Yu Xing has already figured out how to induce the experiencer he met.

There are many people in the corridor of Area A.

The entire area A is a circular corridor, the corridor is very spacious, but after all, each painting has to be separated from the visitors by one meter, and the space left for the visitors is actually only two meters, which led to more than 20 The tour group of people is extremely crowded.

Now there is no request to visit the team, and everyone stands scattered in the corridor. Yu Xing came to the No. [-] corridor of Area A, and saw two "shorts" at a glance.

There are actually two experiencers standing here at the same time. They seem to be companions. They are whispering to a dark tomb painting, and they don't know what they are talking about.

Yu Xing didn't want to confront them immediately, so he quietly signaled to Zhao Yijiu, intending to go to the fourth corridor from the other side of the circular corridor first, but just as he stepped into the fourth corridor, he saw another person in the crowd Grandma is a young experience teacher with gray hair.

"Why are they all in Area A?" Zhao Yijiu was also a little puzzled, and unexpectedly met three people in just two corridors.

"...Probably because they feel that landscape paintings are safer than portrait paintings?" Yu Xing tried to enter into the other party's psychology, guessing, "After all, portrait paintings look too weird, with those pale faces and black paint. Qi’s eyes are just looking at you like this, even if it’s not a fake, it’s creepy to look at, it doesn’t look like a landscape painting, even if you paint a hell, you still watch it from the perspective of a bystander, with less psychological pressure.”

"I understand." Zhao Yijiu said.

He looked at the gray-haired young man with his grandmother, thinking in his mind how likely it was that he would pass by without a sound, but as soon as his eyes fell on the young man's side face, the young man seemed to have sensed it, and turned his head very vigilantly.

As if he had received some kind of alarm, the young man locked onto Zhao Yijiu who was separated by ghost visitors almost instantly. When his eyes met, the other party's eyes froze, and his fingers unconsciously moved to his side, but Quickly reacting, he looked warily at Zhao Yijiu and Yu Xing who was standing beside Zhao Yijiu.

Zhao Yijiu lowered his voice and whispered to Yu Xing, "His perception is so keen."

"Ah, it probably has an identity with strong perception, or he is good at perception." Yu Xing didn't take it seriously, but after answering Zhao Yijiu, he took the initiative to walk forward.

The grey-haired young man with grandma took a step back involuntarily, as if he felt a little afraid of the stranger who suddenly appeared, but Yu Xing was very pleased to find that the other party's leg muscles were already tense, and that seemingly casual backward posture , In fact, he adjusted his lower body to an offensive stance that is very suitable for throwing out and attacking.

This young man was not afraid, but pretended to be afraid, ready to tear him apart like a beast at any time.

How interesting, Yu Xing thought.

This kind of fighting quality that can choose a set of schemes to lure the enemy in an instant is really rare-because this kind of quality is not very effective against ghosts, this is obviously a set of schemes for dealing with the same kind.

This young man with grey-haired grandmother must have beaten someone very hard.

Thinking of this, Yu Xing couldn't help worrying, if this young man punched him without saying a word, would his physical fitness be able to withstand the pain of landslides and ground cracks?

Hey, I hope I can hide and let the other party calm down by the way.

So he spoke first: "Hey, friend, do you like this painting?"

In front of the young man was an oil painting of an ancient house in dark tones. Interestingly, this house turned out to be of Chinese style. There were two blood-red lanterns hanging under the eaves of the house, as if they were shaking slightly with the wind.

It seems that this oil painting does have a secret and weird feeling. Yu Xing squinted his eyes and looked at the famous brand below the optimization - Clodiel.

Before he carefully traced the lines of the painting, the grey-haired young man answered him: "I like it very much. Mr. Clodier's buildings are always painted so beautifully, so I have admired them here for a long time. How about you?" ?”

The young man perfectly learned the exaggerated tone of the ghost viewers around him, and won the approval of a viewer who was closer to him. He pursed his lips, still acting as his fearful character: "You also like this picture Painting, do you want to enjoy it with me?"

"No, this painting is a bit small, and people standing next to it can't appreciate it." Yu Xing smiled, but he didn't mean to retreat at all. Combined with what he said, it is easy to think of him He was threatening the other party to leave, and he wanted to monopolize the painting.

Sure enough, the young man wanted to sneer when he heard such an answer.

The young man said: "Well, if it's a handsome guy like you who wants to watch it, of course I'd like to let you. I found you before. Well, and the gentleman next to you, you are hiding really deep."

His words immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding ghosts.

Yu Xing didn't panic at all, he replied: "No, the two of us are short. It's normal if you didn't notice us. We were in the same viewing group as the chess player at the time, and he couldn't find us. He saw us just now. When we were there, we were taken aback.”

He didn't mention the chess player just to set up a relationship.

After all, the ghosts don't know who is the chess player, a word "short" is enough to confuse them and don't go any further—if the gray-haired youth with grandma doesn't raise objections again.

He wanted to deceive this young man's identity. Ning Feng said that they still have a teammate.

I don’t know if this is right in front of me. If it is, at least he will calm down when he hears the words “Chesser” and will not rashly use the topic to play. If not, he has left enough room. It's hard to say if it's a kind of showing off and threatening.

(End of this chapter)