I am a super cop

Chapter 97 The Policeman's Back

"Sir, did you post something on Weibo that brought us here? Are you Teacher Aguda?"

Seeing that Takasugi's painting was coming to an end, a media reporter couldn't help asking.

Gao Sugi squinted sideways, and after completing the last few embellishments, he threw the painting tools into the bamboo tube and stood up to face the crowd.

"You all came here after reading my Weibo?" Takasugi asked.

"That's right, we did see Mr. Aguda's certified Weibo, posting the latest news that he will announce his real identity next to the hut near the Furong sand mining site, so..."

another reporter replied.

Aguda's certified Weibo, the profile picture is a self-portrait of Van Gogh, and Takasugi himself has never updated his real photo on Weibo.

Therefore, in Jiangnan City, there are almost no people who really know Takasugi's identity.

But even so, Takasugi's certified Weibo has more than 300 million followers.

What concept is this?
A wandering painter in the art field has more than 300 million real fans, which is equivalent to 3000 million fans of an entertainment star.

After all, there are fewer people who follow art, and the fans are more sticky.

What is ironic is that the old man in Jiangnan City, who uses needles to draw ink, is also a master of traditional Chinese painting, and the number of certified Weibo followers has just exceeded 1.

However, some of them are fake fans, and the other part are black fans who scold the street, and there are very few real fans.

Since Aguda is well-known, his every move on Weibo will be the focus of the media.

It was only this time that everyone discovered that Aguda was a native of Jiangnan City, so the news quickly spread in Jiangnan City.

The first to smell hot news is naturally the media, and they are the first wave of people to arrive.

And other calligraphy and painting lovers in Jiangnan City will also rush here in batches in the near future.

"I made this temporary decision today because I was infected by a police comrade." Gao Shan straightened his messy long hair, lowered his head and sighed: "Unfortunately, I haven't thanked him in person yet."

"Are you really Teacher Aguda?" A female reporter wearing glasses said excitedly at the time: "According to the latest case announced by the police, you were once imprisoned by your twin brother in the hut next to you for a whole week. Is everything true?"

Gao Shan nodded, and said: "That's right, the person rescued by the police is me, Gao Shan, the wandering painter Aguda that you often refer to."

"Takasugi is Aguda?"

"So this is the real appearance of Mr. Aguda?"

"Sure enough, it's very similar to an artist's temperament. Those with long hair are awesome."

"Hurry up and edit the newsletter, and post this to the public accounts of major platforms first, and the article will be supplemented later."

Many people in the media are racing against time to get this heavy news out.

And the calligraphy and painting lovers who saw Aguda himself also felt a sense of excitement after face-to-face.

Mr. Aguda, who has been hiding behind his works silently and creating countless classic paintings, turned out to be such an ordinary person.

"Mr. Aguda." A petite female reporter finally squeezed into the front row: "I want to know, what is the matter you want to announce this time?"

"Yes, you called everyone here, do you have anything to say?" Another male reporter asked.

From everyone's point of view, Aguda, who rarely updates Weibo, suddenly wants to announce his real identity today. There must be some important considerations.

Aguda was also very cooperative. He picked up the thermos cup on the ground, took a sip of water and said with a smile: "Actually, I have several purposes today. The first is to announce my real name."

He looked at the petite female reporter and asked, "Miss reporter, are you live broadcasting?"

"No...that's right." The petite female reporter nodded, and she pointed the three mobile phones at Gao Sugi: "Do you have anything to say to the audience?"

Takasugi smiled and pointed at the camera and said: "Before, I kept myself trapped in the name Aguda, imprisoning myself like a cage, thinking it was cool, but then I realized that I lost a lot of things, I should be myself now Myself, that is Takasugi."

"You want to be yourself?" The female reporter was puzzled, and quickly asked again: "Then are you going to abandon the signature of 'A Gu Da' in the future?"

This idea seems a bit groundbreaking. You must know that in the industry, Aguda's signature is very valuable, and some painters even deliberately make fake seals, using Aguda's signature.

In this way, in the black market, if you fish in troubled waters and pass the test, you will receive a lot of wealth.

A painter giving up his exclusive signature is equivalent to a well-known writer giving up his pen name. The loss will not only be huge fame, but also wealth.

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Furong Police Station, Criminal Investigation Team Three Office.

Lu Weiwei called out with her mobile phone: "Everyone, come and see, it's Gao Shan, it's the wandering painter Aguda."

Police officer Wang soaked wolfberry in the thermos, and was going to burn his own calories later, but was also startled by Lu Weiwei's scream.

"Lu Weiwei, what's your ghost name?"

"Old Wang, it's Gao Shan, the Aguda we rescued last time, he seems to be announcing some important news." Lu Weiwei moved the phone screen over.

"I also received this push live broadcast."

"Me too."

"Strange, why are all major platforms pushing it?"

Many old comrades and trainee police officers have also received push messages from different platforms on their mobile phones at the moment.

Everyone click on it at once.

Just as Gu Chen finished writing the revised dossier, he also leaned over to check the situation.

"Senior Sister Lu, what is Teacher Aguda going to do again?"

"Junior Brother Gu, the idol you worship is really crazy. He will give up the signature of 'A Gu Da' from now on. From now on, he will face the public and no longer be a wandering painter hiding behind his back."

Lu Weiwei seemed more excited than Gao Shan herself, she could feel the commotion on the scene through the screen.

Gu Chen smiled, and he went to Lu Weiwei's side to check the situation with Police Officer Wang.

On the other side, Gao Shan was answering reporters' questions in the riverside hut in the Furong Sand Quarry.

"I decided to give up the signature of 'Aguta'. I am a person who pays great attention to flaws. During the period of being imprisoned by my own brother, I actually felt the peace that I have never had before."

"Mr. Aguda, your previous works were all satirical, so do you have a new creative direction now?" The female reporter hurriedly asked based on Gao Sugi's answer.

Takasugi smiled and said: "The answer is obvious, I will no longer create satirical paintings in the future, I will create positive energy."

After the voice fell, many people around laughed.

"Aguta, oh no, Mr. Takasugi, this is not your style!" A tall and thin male reporter said puzzled.

For those who know Takasugi's works, Aguta has been creating satirical paintings for decades, but suddenly he wants to change his creative direction.

This is like a boxer saying that if he doesn't box, he wants to dance ballet. Ordinary people will laugh at him as a lunatic.

"I am a person who lost my parents. I was lonely and depressed since I was a child, and was kidnapped by my younger brother." Gao Shan said here, almost choking: "I even thought about suicide."

The female reporter was startled: "Mr. Gao, don't be too hard on yourself."

Gao Shan waved his hand and smiled: "I thought about it, but it wasn't until a young policeman told me that I shouldn't be someone like Van Gogh, that I suddenly realized that I have been being someone else for so many years, not my true self. I should bravely integrate into this society, instead of hiding behind my back and being praised."

"Mr. Gao." A male reporter asked, "Is the policeman you want to thank the one who rescued you from the dark room last time?"

"Yes, can you tell us his name and appearance?"

Many people are interested in this.

You know, it's been a long time since Aguda has published a work. Some good people even spread rumors about Aguda's death, but Takasugi never made any response.

At this moment, Gao Shan did not respond positively, but pointed to the drawing board by the river and said: "The young policeman is in my painting."

"Painting?"

"what is that?"

"The back of the policeman?"

Everyone's camera is now focused on the painting that Takasugi just finished.

Under the setting sun, a police officer in a blue uniform looked at the setting sun, his back was tall and stalwart.

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