[Quick Transmigration] The villain's guide to flirting

In the evening, when the gallery reached the end of business, Tang Chen naturally packed up his things and returned to the apartment.

All the way upstairs, standing in front of the door, there is a little light from the crack of the door.

Tang Chen opened the door, changed his shoes and walked in. Sure enough, he saw a messy pile of paper documents on the coffee table in the living room, and there were many photos posted on the whiteboard next to him. In the corresponding places, he wrote short and orderly analytical words and sentences, black lines The connection is obvious at a glance.

But Tang Chen only took one look, then turned away to avoid suspicion, and looked at the man sitting on the sofa.Light blond curly hair reaching shoulders, casually tied behind his head, he was busy typing on the keyboard with his head down, even ignoring Tang Chen's return.

Tang Chen put his coat on the armrest of the sofa, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his slender arms, and said, "Eugene, have you eaten yet?"

Only then did the blond man notice that he looked up and blinked twice, "Ah, Don, you're back." He casually hooked a strand of blond hair behind his ear, and curled his lips, "I'm so busy that I'm dying, how can I remember?" For dinner, you can cook a meal for me."

Looking up, he opened his eyes and looked at him pitifully, like a small animal begging to be fed.

Tang Chen rubbed his forehead.This shameless guy, but he really likes this.

He stretched out his hand and patted Eugene on the head very impolitely, and said in a bad mood: "I'm giving you a place to stay for the sake of the teacher, not to let you eat for free. Do you know a Chinese saying - you think that the whole world It's all your mother, everyone has to get used to you."

Eugene spread his hands innocently and said in pure English, "Oh, I don't understand Chinese."

Oh, so the blond man who spoke Chinese with a Chinese accent just now is a ghost, right?

Tang Chen shook his head, turned around and went into the kitchen to use the simple ingredients in the refrigerator to make fried rice with eggs.Eugene was very supportive, digging with his head down and eating happily, which made the cook very proud.

Tang Chen looked at the way he was eating, and inexplicably felt some paternal brilliance.

"By the way, the police came to the gallery today."

Eugene raised his head abruptly, rice grains were still on the corner of his mouth, his expression changed from cute to serious in an instant, but he was still a little happy, "What did they ask you?"

Tang Chen briefly talked about today's situation.

Eugene listened with a thoughtful look on his face. After a while, he frowned and hesitated: "Why don't you stay at home these few days?"

Tang Chen shrugged, disapproving: "The murderer's target is not me, what business is there even when the gallery is closed."

Eugene disagreed, "Who knows if that unknown person will stare at you. You are the artist he has identified and can draw the scenes he wants. What if he kidnaps you? It's right to be cautious."

"I'm not a three-year-old child. Besides, it's safe to hide at home?" Tang Chen said casually, poking the big bowl he was holding, "Eat your meal quickly, remember to wash the bowl, I'll take a shower and sleep gone."

Eugene is the son of Andre, his oil painting teacher. He can be regarded as his younger brother, but he did not take the road of art. Instead, he joined the ranks of the police with great enthusiasm and became one of the BAU agents.This time he flew here because of a major case, a transnational murder case, and foreign agents had already begun to coordinate and cooperate with the police here.But because Tang Chen was involved in the case, and Eugene was very close to him, it was best not to participate in the investigation according to the regulations, but the members of the team understood his feelings, so Eugene flew here as a companion to help collect clues.

If it were any other time, Tang Chen would of course choose to avoid getting involved in unnecessary troubles, but this time the case is closely related to the mission, so he can only argue head-on.

Before going to bed, Tang Chen tried to call the system several times, but there was no response at first, and when he was about to give up, he heard a slightly tired voice, "What's the matter?"

Tang Chen: "What's wrong with you? It's like a big fight."

The system is melancholy: "It's almost there. The data is obviously not right, and the superiors still say it's fine. Think I'm blind. What about the most basic trust between people and the system?"

After Tang Chen comforted his little friend, he asked, "Last time you only gave a name that was too broad. Today, I happened to meet someone named Chu Yi. Is it him?"

The system nodded: "Yes."

Tang Chen became more certain about the direction of the attack.The system continued: "However, I always feel that there is something wrong with this world. Be careful and don't trust others casually."

Hearing this, Tang Chen couldn't help laughing, "Do I seem like the kind of person who is easy to deceive?"

"Like." The system didn't show face, and nodded instantly, "Anyway, you should pay more attention."

"Don't trust anyone, including the task target?"

"...including the task object."

Tang Chen shrugged, "Okay, I won't give you a bad review." After all, we have been friends for many years.

The system exploded: "I care about you so much, you still want to give me a bad review?!"

Tang Chen calmly said, "Didn't I not give it?"

The system was upset, so he turned around and fled. No matter how Tang Chen coaxed him, it was useless, and he had no intention of coaxing him, so he fell asleep after laughing a few times.

The next day, Tang Chen went to the gallery to open a shop as usual.

In addition to holding art exhibitions and selling paintings, there is also a small business in the gallery, which is selling freshly brewed coffee. The rich aroma wafts in the air, which makes people feel relieved.

Especially latte art coffee, making some classic patterns on paintings in porcelain cups and handing them to customers is also a big selling point.It is a kind of enjoyment to sit down with customers who are interested in buying, chat leisurely, and drink fragrant and beautiful coffee.

Today, Tang Chen's latte art coffee pattern is a crab, and he handed it to the man opposite when he finished.

Chu Yi raised his eyebrows: "Why crabs?"

"So, you can tell it's a crab." Tang Chen shrugged, his bright black eyes were dotted with a little smile, and there was a little embarrassment.

He obviously remembered that Chu Yi laughed at his abstract paintings last time.

Chu Yi lowered his eyes, smiled lowly, stroked the edge of the porcelain cup, and said slowly, "It's very beautiful."

The language is vague, I don't know whether it is a person or the cup of latte art coffee in my hand.

And the clerk at the side is even more relaxed. Is it true that his boss is so big-hearted? The police came to the door again, and he can chat with the other party leisurely.

Tang Chen and Chu Yi sat on the soft chairs for guests to rest, chatting relatively.

"Don't you need to investigate the case? There is still time to visit the gallery."

Chu Yi took a sip of his coffee, dipped some on his lips, and licked it off casually with the tip of his tongue, sexy and alluring.

"The real boss is not me. I just follow orders and do things. It's not my job, and I have no right to interfere. The higher-ups sent me to do other things."

Of course, it is impossible to ask what he is going to do.Tang Chen could only treat him as an ordinary guest.

At his request, Tang Chen accompanied him to appreciate the paintings in the gallery and gave some simple explanations nearby.

Chu can also say a few words of his own opinion, but what he likes to ask most is what the artist was thinking when he painted this work.

Tang Chen stood still, tilted his head in confusion and said, "Why are you so obsessed with this?"

Chu Yi smiled: "This way I can better understand the meaning of the work, don't you? Have you ever heard a saying-there are two kinds of people in the world sitting around trying to make a person die, one is the psychopath, and the other is the mysterious Writers. I think we can add painters, painters who create the theme of death, and think about how to make a person die beautifully."

Tang Chen frowned: "Are you still holding on to that topic? I think you've finished your coffee too." The implication was to say one more word and get lost.Anyone who is wronged will be upset.

Chu Yi put down his glass and said friendly, "You don't have to be so vigilant, it's just that your works are very important clues. Sorry, occupational disease."

The other party apologized, and Tang Chen couldn't continue to get angry, so he said bluntly: "The theme of my painting is redemption, to repent and make up for the sins I have committed."

Chu Yi: "To be honest, I really like your works. Evil is rewarded with evil. If you commit a crime, you should be tortured in your heart. It is difficult to live, and you are in constant fear. But some people kill people, not only will they not Regret and fear, but feel the excitement and pleasure, continue to kill, but live more glamorously and calmly than anyone else on the surface, without the slightest sense of guilt."

Tang Chen raised his eyebrows: "That's why the existence of the police is necessary, so that the murderer can have a fair trial and justice be done."

Chu Yi's eyelids drooped slightly, covering the emotions in his eyes, "But the police are not gods, and the criminals will never be caught."

Tang Chen was a little surprised, patted him on the shoulder, and said boldly: "Brother, be bright. There is a saying that when one falls, there will be tens of thousands of others standing up. And behind you is the country, is it People, everyone supports you."

Chu Yi looked up at him for a while, then pursed his lips shyly, supported his forehead, and asked, "May I have the honor to visit your studio?"

Tang Chen froze for a moment, then smiled: "Why not?"

Then he got up and gave some instructions to the clerk, and then led them into the room behind the corner of the gallery.

The studio is spacious and bright, with plenty of light, and necessities such as easels and drawing boards are placed. It looks a bit random, but it is not chaotic, it all depends on the user's habits.

Opposite the easel is a plaster statue of David, which is full of vitality, and every line reveals the artistic sense of health and beauty.

The outline of a human body was outlined on the drawing paper, the details were not yet completed, and the brush was put aside.

Chu Yi asked: "Are you drawing a new work?"

Tang Chen shook his head, "No, I'm just practicing. Human body painting has always been my shortcoming. The painting is not delicate and realistic enough. My teacher also said that I need to improve. In the two paintings you checked the case, there are This shortcoming, kneeling on the ground with his head deeply buried, the curvature of his back, some details."

Chu Yi was slightly stunned, unexpectedly frank, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to appreciate paintings, I just look at the content. And I think it's already very real. Your paintings give me the feeling that that person is really repenting and atoning for his sins. How should I put it... There is a kind of shock that hits the heart in an instant."

Tang Chen smiled, "It's an honor to receive such an evaluation from you."

Tang Chen has experienced so many worlds, and of course he has acquired a lot of skills, including painting.Although the level is not a rare genius, it is still achievable.He learned some oil painting, ink painting and so on.In comparison, oil painting focuses on realism, using perspective light and dark contrast, and the figure has a greater sense of volume; while ink painting pays more attention to lines and charm, expressed through the thickness of brush and ink, mixing the subjective imagination of the painter, and more freehand style .

In the paintings of atonement, it is necessary to express the truth of the penitent, to give people a sense of direct impact, and to highlight the indescribable atmosphere, which makes people feel like they are in the scene, and the heart stops suddenly.

Tang Chen smiled: "Actually, I'd rather find a model to draw with. Unfortunately, everyone's personality is relatively reserved, and it's embarrassing for them to stand in front of me for hours, and I didn't find a particularly good one. I can practice against the plaster statue."

At the end of the conversation, his eyes fell on Chu Yi, his eyebrows raised slightly as if thinking of something, but he still didn't speak.

But how could someone as sensitive as Chu Yi not be able to detect it, so he couldn't help laughing: "You want me to be your model?"

Tang Chen tilted his head: "If you want."