Bai Ruolan parked the car in the parking lot of Lotus Pond House, and the fat man Zhang was the first to run out of the car excitedly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hello, do you still have cheong fun?"

The fat man ran to the front desk and asked anxiously.

"Yes." The clerk replied with a smile.

"Great, I want three portions of rice rolls, three cages of barbecued pork buns, two cages of shrimp dumplings, two portions of steamed phoenix feet with drum sauce, two portions of steamed pork belly, three portions of water chestnut cake......

Seeing the fat man Zhang ordering food excitedly, Xin Ye directly motioned to Bai Ruolan to find a seat together.

"Order so much, can the three of us finish it?" Bai Ruolan felt a little funny.

"Don't worry, there is no food that fat people can't wrap round."

As he spoke, the service robot had already brought hot towels to the table to wipe his hands.

"Xin Ye, you know what? I heard that this painter Mo Tai is also a superpower? When she said this, Bai Ruolan deliberately lowered her voice.

"Yes, have you registered with the Alien Crime Investigation Bureau?" Xin Ye took a sip of milk tea and asked as a matter of routine.

"You don't know something, how can I know, you should ask Fan Meng." Bai Ruolan replied angrily.

"Without the special approval of the director of the Interstellar Administration, we can't casually go to Fan Mengna to check on people. Legally registered superpowers are protected by privacy laws. ”

Xin Ye picked up the teapot and filled himself and Bai Ruolan with milk tea.

"I know, I've only heard. The reason I went to visit Motai's art exhibition this time was to see if I could find any useful resources there that would help solve my father's murder case. ”

"For example?" Xin Ye looked at Bai Ruolan with a serious expression.

"I got information from a special source that this Motel may be able to perceive someone's past experiences by touching objects that they have used in the past." Bai Ruolan said mysteriously.

"This sounds good, but only if the murderer is an idiot who has fled the desert and does not leave the murder weapon at the scene of the crime, then we can ask him for help and see if we can help remember the real appearance of the murderer. The premise is that the person has no disguise or disguise. After listening to Bai Ruolan's gossip, Xin Ye felt that it was useless.

Although it sounded a little reasonable, Bai Ruolan still didn't give up and said: "Then let's go and observe and see if he has any other friends with superpowers, these superpowers should also like to huddle together for warmth." ”

"Who prefers huddles to keep warm?" The fat man who finished ordering came forward.

"Superpowers." Bai Ruolan explained again.

After listening to Bai Ruolan's explanation, the fat man Zhang felt very reasonable.

"Then we're actually on a mission today, aren't we?" The fat man looked at Xin Ye seriously.

"You can also enjoy the arts, isn't it a ticket that you pay for?" Xin Ye quipped.

"It's not a matter of spending money, it's a point that meets the standard of VIP members, and it just so happens that the mall is holding an event and sending tickets." Fat Zhang picked up a hot towel and wiped his hands.

"I thought you were really going to dedicate yourself to art, but it turned out to be an empty declaration." Xin Ye took a sip of milk tea.

After a while, the service robot put all kinds of steamed snacks on the table one by one, and when he saw the food, the fat man's eyes shone with golden light. He didn't bother to talk, and feasted.

"Then who did you find out about Motel's special identity?" Between meals, the fat man opened his mouth and asked.

"I said, it's a special channel, of course you can't reveal the identity of the other party." Bai Ruolan still didn't mean what she wanted to say.

Xin Ye listened quietly and did not interject.

"Sometimes, I envy these superpowers, as long as they are not powerful and lethal superpowers, they can still entertain themselves." As he spoke, the fat man Zhang took a bite of the barbecued pork bun.

"Entertaining yourself? Not necessarily, it is more likely that a fool will be happy with himself. Bai Ruolan said disdainfully.

"Don't be so pessimistic."

"I can't help it, I can't be optimistic about what happened to me." Bai Ruolan's tone was a little excited.

Seeing that Bai Ruolan's condition was not very good, the fat man Zhang didn't dare to squeak anymore. He didn't want to spoil the nice atmosphere of the meal.

Seeing that both parties were quiet, in order to adjust the mood of the meal, Xin Ye asked an additional question: "What are the characteristics of Motai's works?" ”

Hearing Xin Ye ask about the field of knowledge she was familiar with, Bai Ruolan was interested again.

"I think Motai's work contains a very strong sense of pathos, this person must have a strong personality, because he has a very unique pursuit of expression, he is very good at grasping the characteristics of the real environment, and he can use his own understanding to reshape the whole scene in the painting, everyone who has seen his paintings can be infected by the burning passion in the works. His works all carry a deep primal impulse and a passionate pursuit of life. ”

Listening to Bai Ruolan's description, Xin Ye's curiosity was mobilized, and his heart ignited the desire to watch.

"He is a representative of contemporary expressionism."

Bai Ruolan's final summary is concise and to the point.

"I feel like you like this painter very much." Xin Ye's eyes filled with a smile.

"Well, I like it very much." Bai Ruolan nodded.

"Then, your work will be somewhat influenced by him."

"I guess so."

"I think your paintings are very good." Xin Ye encouraged.

"Where, I can only be regarded as a painter, but with my father's sponsorship and encouragement, I can travel everywhere."

"Well, Mr. Bai Shixiong is really nice, he encourages children to develop towards their own hobbies." Xin Ye said appreciatively.

"That's because he was afraid that I would think he was biased, so he would support my painting career like this." Bai Ruolan said contemptuously.

"Huh? No, I think you like to draw. Xin Ye stared at Bai Ruolan tightly, but his tone was very relaxed.

"Who doesn't have one or two hobbies, the reason why my father encouraged me to set up my own gallery and open an art exhibition was because I was instigated by my stepmother Liu Hui. I'm afraid that I will join the group and participate in the management work, which will threaten the status of her precious son. Bai Ruolan's expression was very disdainful.

"Well, when I participated in Mr. Bai Shixiong's security work before, I also felt that he was a little dissatisfied with his son's ability to work."

"Wow, I'm not satisfied, my brother can't hold up the wall with mud." Speaking of excitement, Bai Ruolan's tone was raised a little.

Xin Ye smiled and handed a cage of shrimp dumplings to Bai Ruolan.

The fat man smiled flatteringly and said, "Ruolan, don't be angry, let's just chat casually, and we'll be angry." ”

Suddenly, Bai Ruolan's expression became a little lonely again, and she said depressedly: "How can I be angry, my father beat down the country, and now he has allocated the main equity to his only beloved son, I am just a superfluous oil bottle, and sooner or later I will be swept away." ”

"It was just a decision he made at the time, and if he hadn't died, maybe a lot of things would still be hard to say." The fat man Zhang hurriedly comforted.

Hearing this, Bai Ruolan's big tears couldn't help but fall, and she hurriedly took out a small mirror from her handbag and looked at it.

"Oh, it's all you, my makeup is crying." Bai Ruolan glared at Xin Ye and the fat man, and said complainingly.

"Then go to the bathroom and make it up." The fat man Zhang said with concern.

Bai Ruolan nodded, hurriedly picked up her bag, and ran to the bathroom.

The fat man stretched out his head to look at Bai Ruolan's running back, and whispered to Xin Ye: "Do you think she will be a murderer?" It seemed like he was revealing his true feelings just now, not like someone who could kill his own father. ”

Xin Ye silently looked at the cage of shrimp dumplings he handed over just now, and calmly returned: "Because the father favors the younger son, he has been treated unfairly, and his property has been obtained unevenly, which does have a strong motive to kill. Besides, she was obviously telling a very sad thing just now, but she had to pay attention to her makeup from time to time, didn't she look like an actor acting? ”

The fat man Zhang Jingjing thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.