Yu Xing automatically ignored the words that said he was short. Although he was cursing in his heart, on the surface he looked calm. He walked with Zhao Yijiu like a confident spectator who bought a ticket and walked elegantly. Climb up to the second floor.
There is an NPC standing at the stairs on the second floor. He is not the one who greeted the painter at the stairs on the first floor at the beginning, but an introducer.
The introducer also frowned in confusion when he saw Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu. His eyes were like poisonous snakes, staring closely at their faces, sending a chill down their backs.
However, he said nothing in the end. After all, he did not remember the appearance of all the guests, so it was wrong to disturb them.
Yu Xing just walked past the introducer in such a grand manner, with the same aristocratic arrogance on his face as the other viewers, even though his clothes were very ordinary.
There was even a little bit of blood on his clothes, which was left behind in Croun's grocery store. But in fact, in the art museum, there were quite a few visitors with blood on their bodies. Yu Xing was still in the lobby on the first floor just now. Inside, I saw a woman half-covered in blood-colored clothes, dripping with blood every step she took.
It looks very bad. If there was more blood and the woman looked more beautiful, she could be a Bloody Mary.
In short, judging from the behavior of the introducers at the stairway, they can indeed blend in among the guests.
Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu came to the second floor. They were greeted by a relatively spacious exhibition hall, which was square and square. There were two or three paintings hanging on each side. Those paintings seemed to have a more noble character than the oil paintings in the corridor. Even the frame is made of gold and is larger in size.
He did not go directly to a corridor connected to this exhibition hall, but stopped here. There was an isolation belt in front of these oil paintings, which isolated the visitors two meters away. At this time, there were many gaudy ghosts. When commenting on these oil paintings, most of them are praises and words of praise.
"It is indeed Mr. Clare's pinnacle work. This hell scene is simply too wonderful. I can't wait to immerse myself in it. How great it would be if I could live in such a beautiful hell!"
“This painting of Ms. Linda’s skeleton highlights the atmosphere even more. It is simply the pinnacle collision 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 turned his attention to the female ghost who said this. This visitor was wearing a dark red long skirt that narrowed and spread out at the end, making her look like a ghost. Talking wine glass.
The painting in front of Ms. Red Wine Glass is a large blue-toned oil painting. Visitors need to look up to see the whole painting. It is taller than those visitors who are more than two meters tall. In the middle of the painting
At the lower end, bones without a trace of skin or flesh were piled together, forming the top of a bone pile.
A gray spear was inserted in the middle of the bone pile, with a fresher corpse strung on the top. The corpse was rotting visibly to the naked eye, maintaining the same movements as when it died. One arm stretched toward the sky, with its fingers spread out, as if it was pointing towards the sky.
The gray clouds are asking for something.
Yu Xing approached it with interest. This painting was much more exquisite than the paintings in the corridor. It seemed that Miss Linda, who was late at that time, might be slightly better than other painters in terms of artistic attainments.
Whether it is the layout of the picture, or the light, shadow and color, it has got rid of the vulgar taste, but the subject matter is still so simple and intuitive.
But this exquisiteness is only compared to the paintings displayed by other painters in the corridor. To Yu Xing, this still seems like a disaster.
Leave aside the comparison with the art of that era in the real world, even the paintings he painted when he was studying abroad in later generations were much better than this.
After reading 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. It was as if the person holding the exhibition had gathered the most proud works of all the painters in this exhibition hall.
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He looked over one by one and saw the names of the painters mentioned by the visitors when they first came to the art museum: Ander, Claudius, Mond...
There is a name tag placed under each painting.
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 at the corner of Yu Xing’s mouth widened. I wonder if the person in charge of the exhibition loves him very much, and even put a thrifty person into it.
The gift package of time was delivered to him.
He wanted to use the second method to identify fakes. Originally, he would need to run more in each corridor and compare a painter's paintings to determine his painting style. This was not only time-consuming, but also difficult to determine the total number of invitees to the entire exhibition.
How many painters.
So he is confident that even if he spends all this time, he will be able to identify fakes faster than others using the first method, but of course the time that can be saved is the best. Now he only needs to remember these paintings in this exhibition hall.
After checking the painting methods of these authors, 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 and stopped to observe every painting.
In the eyes of other visitors, this behavior is a sign that he is looking at these paintings very seriously. The way he stares at the paintings is enough to make anyone think that he is a big fan of the author of the painting he is looking at.
Zhao Yijiu also tried to follow and take a look. He heard Yu Xing muttering about lines, brushstroke habits, the breadth of painting thinking and the degree of distortion of spatial imagination, and finally sighed secretly and gave up.
Leave it to a professional, he is not worthy.
Why come to the art museum? Here he can only be so passive.
Oh, he chose the place himself, so that’s okay.
Yu Xing didn't know what his teammates were thinking. He looked around and spent about 20 minutes looking at each painter's "peak work". There were nine different painters in total.
Each has 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, a location they did not pass when they ran down. Yu Xing planned to go there and take a look first. The first reason was to open the map and improve the intuitive visual experience of the second floor. The second reason was that there were two
The painting style of each writer who is good at landscape painting is quite obvious.
The painter Clodier, in a horizontal comparison of all his painting techniques, has the best control of color. In comparison, his lines are not so good. The reason why the regional landscapes in the exhibition hall are so well received is that
It was because of this painting that he took advantage of the loopholes and transformed his rubbish control over lines into a twisted scene of hell.
It stands to reason that if you want to draw a distorted painting with a sense of beauty, you should have stronger control over lines. This is indeed the case. Therefore, Yu Xing can see it at a glance by taking advantage of loopholes to create a distorted painting.
However, Clodier used his own color shading to cover up the unsightly and stiff lines to a great extent.
The painter Shirley is just the opposite. Her lines are very good. The quiet lakeside she painted has no living creatures, only big trees with teeth and claws. The trees are entangled and intertwined. She has achieved a very rigorous and grotesque spatial structure, which is considered to be relatively clever.
A painting.
But it is obvious that she is not sensitive to color. In order to cover up shortcomings and shortcomings, the whole painting uses very bright colors and almost no colors with very similar colors.
It was hard for Yu Xing not to guess whether this Shirley was weak in color and didn't even dare to adjust the dark and light colors.
At the same time, he also remembered the habitual brush strokes of these two painters. As someone who was more skilled in painting than these two people, 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 the two landscape painters do not occupy a single quota, but it does not matter, even if the fakes are not the home of these two painters.
Fortunately, Yu Xing had 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 must be separated from the visitors by one meter, and the space left for the visitors is actually only two meters. This resulted in more than 20
The tour group seemed extremely crowded.
There is no request from the visiting team now. Everyone is standing in the corridor scattered. Yu Xing came to the corridor No. 1 in Area A and saw two "dwarfs" 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 muttering.
Yu Xing didn't want to confront them immediately, so he quietly signaled to Zhao Yijiu, planning to go to Corridor No. 4 from the other side of the circular corridor. However, as soon as he stepped onto Corridor No. 4, he saw another person in the crowd.
Grandma's gray-haired experiencer young man.
“Why are they all in Area A?” Zhao Yijiu was also a little puzzled, and he met three people in just two corridors.
"...Maybe they think landscape paintings are safer than portraits?" Yu Xing tried to put into the other person's psychology and guessed, "After all, the portraits look too weird, with the pale faces and black paint.
The lacquered eyes are facing you like this. Even if it's not a fake, it's scary to look at. It's nothing like a landscape painting. Even if you paint a hell, you're still watching from the perspective of a bystander, so the psychological pressure is less."
“I understand.” Zhao Yijiu said.
He looked at the gray-haired young man, thinking about the probability of passing by silently. Unexpectedly, as soon as his eyes fell on the young man's profile, the young man seemed to feel something and turned his head very alertly.
As if receiving some kind of alarm, the young man almost instantly locked eyes with Zhao Yijiu, who was separated by the ghost visitors. When their eyes met, the other person's eyes condensed, and his fingers unconsciously touched his side, but
He quickly reacted and looked warily at Zhao Yijiu and Yu Xing, who was standing next to him.
Zhao Yijiu lowered his voice and whispered to Yu Xing: "His perception is so keen."
"Ah, maybe he has some identity with strong perception, or he is good at perception." Yu Xing didn't take it seriously. Instead, after answering Zhao Yijiao, he took the initiative to step forward.
Grandma's gray-haired young man took a step back involuntarily, as if he was a little afraid of the stranger who suddenly appeared, but Yu Xing was very happy to find that the other person's leg muscles had tightened, and the seemingly casual retreat posture
, in fact, he adjusted his lower body to an offensive posture that is very suitable for attacking.
The young man was not afraid, but pretended to be fearful, ready to tear him apart like a wild beast at any time.
That’s really interesting, Yu Xing thought.
This kind of combat quality of being able to choose a plan 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 plan to deal with the same kind.
This young man with grey-haired grandma must be able to hit people very hard.
Thinking of this, Yu Xing couldn't help but worry. If this young man punched him without saying a word, would his physical fitness be able to withstand the pain of the landslide?
Hey, I hope I can get away and let the other party calm down.
So he spoke first: "Hi, friend, do you like this painting?"
In front of the young man is a dark-toned oil painting of an ancient house. What’s interesting is that this house is actually Chinese-style. Two blood-red lanterns hang under the eaves of the house, as if they are swaying slightly in the wind.
It seems that this oil painting does have a secret sense of weirdness. Yu Xing squinted his eyes and looked at the famous brand Clodier below the optimization.
Before he could trace the lines of the painting carefully, the gray-haired young man answered him: "I like it very much. Mr. Clodier's buildings are always painted so beautifully, so I have been admiring them here for a long time. What about you?"
?”
The young man perfectly learned the exaggerated tone of the ghost viewers around him, and gained the approval of a viewer who was closer. He pursed his lips, still playing his fearful persona: "You also like this picture
Painting, do you want to enjoy it with me?"
"No, this painting is a bit small. People standing next to it can't appreciate it properly." Yu Xing smiled, but had no intention of going back. Combined with his words, it was easy for people to think of him.
He was threatening the other person to leave, because he wanted to monopolize the painting.
Sure enough, when the young man heard this answer, he wanted to sneer.
The young man said: "Well, if a handsome guy like you wants to watch, of course I am willing to let you, but... I think you are a bit strange. I didn't expect that I, who always like to watch handsome boys and beautiful women, can't do it.
I discovered you before. Well, and the gentleman next to you, you guys hide it really well."
His words immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding ghosts.
Yu Xing didn't panic at all, he replied: "No, we two are short to begin with. It's normal that you didn't notice us. We were in the same viewing group as the chess player at the time, and he didn't notice us either. He just saw us
When we arrived, we were quite surprised."
He didn’t mention the chess player just to build relationships.
After all, how do the ghosts know who the chess player is? The word "short" is enough to confuse them into not going into the matter further, if the gray-haired young man doesn't raise objections again.
He wanted to deceive this young man's identity. Ning Feng said that they also had a teammate.
I don’t know if this is the case in front of me. If it is, the chess player will at least calm down when he hears the word chess player and will not rush to use the topic to express himself. If not, he will leave enough room. The chess player will be shocked when he sees us.
It's hard to say whether it's a show off or a threat.