As for the information about the author of the figure painting, for example, does Beetroot recognize such a person as Mo Bai?

Beetroot told me that he didn't know very well.

Listening to the words of the beetroot, it seemed that the information he knew was finished, and I became anxious and scolded loudly: "What do you mean, you told me this non-nutritious information, and tricked me to come here, do you think that I, a cultural person, will not beat people?" ”

With that, I rolled up my sleeves and grabbed the collar of the beetroot.

Fuck, Lao Tzu was very cowardly at the beginning, and if he had been in the past, he would have endured it, but now, since I met Feng Qingyang, I haven't seen any bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and I'm afraid that you are such a little ruffian and stinky hooligan......

Feng Qingyang pretended to persuade in the back: "Don't be angry, it's okay to fight, don't make a fuss!" ”

Beetroot is such a bully who is afraid of the hard, I was so rude, he immediately begged for mercy: "Don't worry, you two...... I...... I have more to say...... I'm not done......"

I sneered for a while and let go of the beetroot: "Okay, you say it first, but you can't say why, hehe, you just want to go home......"

The beetroot wiped the cold sweat on his end: "Hey, horse...... Boss Ma, why have you become so fierce, you haven't seen you for many days, you're impressed! ”

"You don't talk nonsense!"

"Yes, yes......" Beetroot is even more empty now, "This Mobai painting, I didn't look at it at all, when I met Mr. Wang's big mallet, I bought it for him, and then I completely forgot about it, if you don't mention it, I won't think of Mobai in my life, but since Mr. Ma has asked me, of course I have to find a way to check it, so I called my brother-in-law yesterday, and my brother-in-law consulted with the teachers in the department, and did find out the whereabouts of Mobai, but, I never thought about it, Mobai he will ......"

Speaking of the most critical place, the beetroot actually didn't say it, I'm so angry!

"Don't go around in circles, talk about it!"

"Uh...... How can I say it," Beetroot touched the red birthmark on his face, as if thinking, "Mo Bai...... He...... He's supposed to be crazy......"

"Huh? Lose your marbles???!!! ”

Feng Qingyang and I looked at each other, I really didn't expect a painter to end up like this.

"Well," Beetroot nodded affirmatively, "It's the teacher in the department who said it, I don't know, if you don't ask, I don't want to say it......"

"Why are you crazy?!!" Feng Qingyang couldn't help but ask.

"How do I know, it's said that I've been crazy for a long time," Beetroot took a step back and said, "If you're interested, go and see Mobai, he's now living in a mental hospital, Seventy-Seven Hospital, okay, I've said everything I know......"

I was stunned on the spot, silently thinking in my heart: Mo Bai, Mo Bai, crazy, why are you crazy???!!!

……

When I returned to Qilin Pavilion, I kept thinking about this in my heart, and I didn't sleep all night.

Finally I made up my mind, no, I had to go to a psychiatric hospital tomorrow.

I got up early the next morning, Feng Qingyang was not in the store, maybe I went out to eat breakfast, I waited for him for a while, I couldn't wait, I simply left the Qilin Pavilion by myself, and took a taxi straight to the 707 Mental Hospital.

This was my first time in a psychiatric hospital, but it felt like a regular hospital.

Entering the lobby, I approached the consultation desk and asked a nurse if there was a patient named Mobai living here.

The name Mobai is quite special, the nurse has an impression, and after a little computer check, she said that there is indeed this person, who has lived here for more than three years.

I said that I was Mo Bai's classmate, and I would love to meet him.

The nurse contacted Mo Bai's attending doctor, and then I saw a middle-aged male doctor with a Mediterranean head shape slowly walking out.

The male doctor told me that Mo Bai's condition is relatively stable now, but he can't talk to people, he seems to live in his own world all day, and even if I go to see him, he can't recognize me.

I emphasized that I had come from far away, and since I had come today, I would at least have to see Mo Bai.

The male doctor said yes, so he took me to the elevator all the way to the 5th floor.

So, in a separate ward, I saw the painter Mo Bai.

In the ward, I felt that Mo Bai's complexion was very good, and if he was not sitting in the hospital bed but sitting in the park with a sketchbook and drawing, I would not have seen that he was a mentally ill person.

That's right, at this moment, Mo Bai is holding a sketchbook, drawing something very seriously with a pencil.

But he paints things very uniquely, and most people paint by looking at a certain reference, drawing a few strokes, looking up, and then drawing.

However, Mo Bai always kept his head down, never raised his head to look away, as if all the objects or scenes he wanted to paint were stored in his head.

I stood at the door for a long time, and the ink white inside didn't seem to notice that anyone was watching him, and he was always looking down and drawing.

I thought about it and felt that even if I bothered Mo Bai now and asked him to answer a few questions for me, it would definitely be impossible, not to mention the presence of a male doctor.

Actually, I'm also worried that I've angered Mobai because of my recklessness.

However, if I left like this, I was very unwilling, so I looked at the sketchbook in Mo Bai's hand.

When I looked at it, I was amazed because it was covered with black pressed patterns.

Because of the distance, I couldn't see what was drawn on the paper.

I asked the male doctor, "Mo Bai, does he paint like this every day?!" ”

The male doctor nodded and said, "Yes, it's like this every day, and I run out of a sketchbook almost a week." ”

"Oh?" I raised my spirit and asked, "So, in three years, Mo Bai has drawn a lot of sketches?" ”

The male doctor said, "Yes." ”

I said, "Do you have it in your hand, can you show it to me?" ”

The male doctor said, "Yes, go to my office, I'll get you a ......."

With that, we left the dark white ward, went downstairs, and came to the doctor's office.

The male doctor opened a locker, and I saw a stack of sketchbooks of the same size, and the male doctor took out one of them at random, handed it to me, and said, "Each one is exactly the same as the one on it, look at it!" ”

I eagerly took the sketchbook and opened it quickly, and I was shocked when I saw it, because what was drawn on it could only be described in two words: weird!!

It's weird, it's weird!!

To describe the characteristics of these drawings, they are all drawn in pencil, so there are only three shades, which are black, white, and gray.

Black and white occupy a large proportion, and in some places the pencil lines are very rough, and in some places the depiction is very delicate.

After all, Mo Bai is from an art academy, and even if he goes crazy, he subconsciously paints much better than people who are not good at painting.

(End of chapter)