[599 and Brando's Art Controversy]

In the past two days, it was not the owner of the place who accompanied Ozawa, but the young lady's cronies who appeared when he was kidnapped in the warehouse, and I don't know if it was because Ozawa showed Jane and Brando his disgust from the moment he got off the plane, so they had to send an irrelevant man to take care of his daily life.

Just after lunch, Ozawa stepped down from the dining chair, looked at the man who had been standing beside him, and asked, "Where's my computer?" ”

"Back to the young master, your computer had some problems yesterday, it was broken, I'm afraid it will take a few days to repair it before you can get it back, there are not many modern electrical appliances that can be used in this ancient castle, if the young master is bored, it is better to go to Lord Brando and Miss to chat, they have set aside time to accompany the young master these days."

The man continued, packing up his things and persuading, in a respectful tone.

Ozawa was expressionless and didn't answer, but he knew in his heart that when he logged into the game yesterday and left a message to Zhuang Zhuang to leak information, he was still a little embarrassed by their intranet monitoring.

It is true that there are not many modern and technological appliances here, but the monitoring design and intranet are first-class.

Even he, after sending a lightning-fast message to erase the traces, was discovered in less than twenty minutes, taking away his laptop computer, which was the only interaction with the outside world.

Mobile phones, computers, the Internet, a qiē can contact the outside world, all confiscated, the room here is very large, the place is very large, it is a magnificent and very European-style castle, look at the decoration and furniture, it must have been some years, it is a traditional castle handed down from a hundred years ago.

When Ozawa logged into the game last night, he naturally thought about revealing the information here to Zhuang Zhuang and Nangong's family, but, unfortunately, Brando's gang acted very cautiously, and after getting off the plane and having a car to pick him up, he blindfolded and took the car, and even when he walked all the way, in order to prevent him from listening to the sound and identifying the road, the high-pitched symphonic music in the car did not stop.

"I know you're a smart kid, and I know what your main purpose is for coming along." When he took off the blindfold, he had already been led to the inner courtyard of this ancient castle, the gate was locked, and the courtyard was full of people in black, "So, in order to prevent you from doing something stupid, I have to do this, Ozawa, don't blame Daddy." ”

Bai Lan's voice was gentle, but Ozawa didn't hear any good feelings, but glared at him coldly, and entered the castle with him.

Yes, Brando is right.

He came with him this time, first, to investigate some things five years ago and find out what Mommy had encountered in this heinous black terror; Second, and the most important purpose, is to penetrate into the interior of the black terror, and try to find and provide some hidden weaknesses in the route and location of the black terror.

After all, over the years, Mommy has been focusing on what he has been investigating when she was in the FBI, and he knows best.

And the black fear can hide for so many years without leaking a trace of horses, and has not even leaked any location information of its own headquarters in front of the world, which shows how treacherous and unpredictable its hidden potential is.

I'm afraid that even Nangong doesn't dare to guarantee that the location found is not an ambush and bait set up by the black terror.

Even if the location of the ancient castle he was in now had been two days, he hadn't even figured out any of the characteristics of the ancient castle and the geographical location of this black terror......

"Where's Brando?" Raising his eyebrows, Ozawa suddenly asked.

The cronie who was cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks was obviously surprised, and looked at Ozawa for a few seconds before he reacted and replied, "Brando-sama...... In his studio...... You...... Are you going to see him, young master......"

"I have something to ask him." Ozawa said, "Take me to him." ”

"Okay, okay." The man was very excited, nodded hurriedly, put down the work in his hand, and walked directly with Ozawa towards a dimly lit room in the depths of the ancient castle.

Brando's studio is not particularly large, and the decoration is not magnificent, it is clearly in the dark, but there is no sense of uncleanness, and even the colorful colors in the palette are shallow and rich floral fragrance......

Sending Ozawa to the door, the cronie left, and Ozawa pushed the door in, and Brando didn't seem to notice, still hooking his head to paint.

Ozawa stepped forward, glanced behind him, and saw that he was drawing a young girl.

The long black dress, the glamorous eyes, there is a trace of cruelty in the bright light, the skin is as white as pure snow, but the hands are covered with blood......

The blood was extremely rich by him, rich and realistic, and the cold air hit people, as if standing in front of the painting and watching, you could feel the thick blood, and the murderous aura that came out of the girl's hands......

"Is it beautiful?" After the last stroke, Brando put down the brush in his hand, turned his face and asked Ozawa, "How do you think I gave this painting as a gift to someone very important?" ”

Ozawa shook his head and denied, "It's not true enough, and it's not respectful enough." ”

Brando raised his eyebrows, "Do you see who I painted?" ”

"It's my mommy."

"Which Mommy?"

Ozawa quickly raised his eyebrows, and said in a very unhappy voice, "I remember I told you that I only have one mommy, and I don't want to repeat this again!" ”

Brando smiled, "So, can you tell your mommy from the woman in the castle who looks exactly like her?" ”

Ozawa didn't answer him, but the answer was obvious, and the look in his eyes had an indication that you were asking nonsense.

"What do you mean, you say, that the painting is not real enough and not respectful enough?" Brando tilted his head and looked at Ozawa and asked slowly, "This is your mommy's teenage appearance, you haven't seen it." How can we explore the truth? ”

"This painting." Ozawa pointed to the girl's eyes, expression, and the bright red blood of her fingertips, "There are too many of your imaginations in it, painting people are not on the table, in God, in the heart, in care, but the simple foundation of the three, you can't do any of them, how can you talk about a real beautiful word." And the most unsuccessful thing in this painting is the blood that is extremely portrayed but obviously deliberately exaggerated. ”

"Blood?" Brando whispered, "Kid, this is the most troublesome process I have. ”

Vividness, intensity, viscosity, and the speed and flow marks that flow down the veins of the skin...... He didn't know how much effort it took to paint such a realistic effect.

"You try to paint a fearless and powerful girl, but you extremely portray the contradiction of having too much desire and dependence on blood that she no longer exudes everywhere, and this contradiction is very unsuccessful," Ozawa clarifies, "If the painting is realized, I guess that the person in the painting is full of love for this qiē should be fear, fear, trembling, that is, trying to get rid of the ...... You're using your imagination to transform her into what you want and want to see, and strictly speaking, it's just something you draw for yourself, and it doesn't have the meaning of giving it to anyone. ”

Ozawa's comments were direct and straightforward.

After saying that, he didn't expect that it was not exchanged for Brando's anger, but in exchange for Brando's extremely appreciative and admiring eyes, he pondered for a few seconds, looked up and down Ozawa a few times, and then sighed slightly, and said with a little emotion, "...... Really...... A child who is very compatible with my character...... And so it was...... to create a perfect ......"

Ozawa didn't know what he meant in his words, but he frowned and nodded, "What I said is that everyone knows how to paint, sir, what I want to reveal is that maybe you don't have a good foundation at all, so you don't have to think too much." ”

Ozawa was chilled by the fact that he looked at his picture of finding a soulmate and was extremely gratified......

Brando didn't care, stood up, put away the brush, and said as he collected it, "Come with me, I'll take you to see something." ”

Ozawa frowned, instinctively wanting to refuse.

But Brando said, "Don't you have a question for me?" The painting aspect is surpassed, why don't you comment on my next hobby, see if your investigation information is true, this level, can you win me, how about it? ”

Chi Guoguo's provocation.

Ozawa frowned and didn't answer, but went with him anyway.

Walking into the back room, Ozawa was surprised.

This room is very large, elegantly decorated, obviously a collection house, full of collections, of course, in addition to some famous paintings, more, some highly collectible Chinese antiques, pick out any one, all of them are worth a lot of money, and the auction price is high.

Many of them have only recently begun to circulate in the market, and they can be auctioned at sky-high prices.

"How?" Brando asked,

Art has no borders, no high or low, but the unexpected will seek recognition...... The so-called bosom friend is hard to find since ancient times,

Ozawa raised his eyebrows, looked at a verdant dark green jade antique, and walked over-

"Do you like this?" Brando asked, smiling, "Good eye, this is a humble but extremely high-priced collection in it." ”

Ozawa didn't speak, but he smiled.

And then, snap -

Just threw it and threw it on the ground.

The jade is broken into two petals.

"You ......" Bai Lan frowned, a little displeased, but did not say much, but continued, "Your talent for antiques is destruction?" ”

"Of course not."

As he spoke, Ozawa walked over to an antique next to the jade, and then another, one after another, one by one.

Smack, smack. Bang Bang Bang -

One by one, one after another, all of them, fell to the ground and fell into slag......

Brando's face was a little bad, he looked at him, and said with some forbearance, "I can spoil you unconditionally, but I can't condone your behavior of destroying art." ”

"Art?" Ozawa smiled and looked at him and shook his head, "This uncle, do you really understand art?" Even if the painting is poor, I can't even understand the collection, the real thing, of course, no one wants to destroy, these things I drop, but all of them are fake! ”

"Fake?" Brando moved his brows and shook his head, "Impossible, these are all ...... I obtained from the formal auction of the national certification organization."

"So, ignorance kills people, uncle!" Ozawa smiled and shook his head, and the smile was already confident with a sigh and a smile.