[Quick Transmigration] The villain's guide to flirting

The police are trying to find the connection between the victims to see if they have offended the same person, so that they can make further inferences and try to solve the case as soon as possible.

But at the same time, the case also sparked some controversy.

The victims were all members of the underworld who committed many crimes. Now that they are dead, people's first reaction is not to panic and pity, but to feel that the wicked have their own pain and feel that they deserve it. Some even think that the murderer is a righteous person. People from harm.

"Should you be happy that the bad guys are killed?" Eugene asked.

Tang Chen noticed the confusion in his eyes, thought for a while, and said carefully: "Equality of life cannot be snatched away casually. There is probably nothing that should or shouldn't be. Living in the era of the rule of law, those criminals should be brought to justice." In the law, otherwise what is the meaning of the existence of the law? Acting for the heavens... This kind of statement is more suitable for the world of martial arts. And no matter what, killing people is wrong, even if it is a notorious villain. It’s dirty even with blood.”

Eugene smiled, "You're quite reasonable. If you don't think about it so much, I'll leave the judgment to other people. My job is to catch criminals."

After a while, Eugene thought of something again and said, "By the way, considering your importance in the hearts of criminals, the police should follow you secretly."

Tang Chen shrugged, and he had no choice but to refuse anyway, "Whatever you want."

Seeing his broad-mindedness, Eugene joked, "Be careful, maybe you have been targeted long ago. During this time, you should hide everything you draw so that no one will see it. Maybe one of them is the prisoner."

Tang Chen nodded.

Eugene asked curiously again: "Speaking of which, I haven't asked. Actually, how do you feel when your paintings are practiced?"

Tang Chen clenched his chin, "Surprised, unbelievable, um...it's quite subtle."

Eugene: "Would it be disgusting and insulting to your work?"

Tang Chen shook his head and made a clear distinction: "No, what's mine is mine, and he does his own. Why should I be unhappy because of his behavior, and it's also a sign that a person likes my work, but this kind of I like it, um...it’s still very subtle. In fact, I’m more concerned about whether he misunderstood the meaning expressed in my painting, and I don’t like that he misused it.”

Eugene opened his mouth, not knowing where to start his comment: "You... are really sincere."

Is this the characteristic of an artist?The focus is so crooked.And although Tang Chen just said that life is equal and killing people is always wrong, according to what he said now, he still does not condemn this practice of killing the underworld, and has a kind of indifferent attitude that has nothing to do with himself.However, people always look at events with an emotional bias unconsciously. It is really difficult to make a very fair and calm judgment.

Eugene shook his head and laughed, and sighed: "Did you know that Linda said that you are very attractive to perverts?"

Linda is a criminal psychologist in their group, and she is quite authoritative. She has met Tang Chen several times before, and she is quite interested in him, especially in terms of research.

Tang Chen smiled, disapproving, and didn't take the words to heart. After throwing his hand and punching Eugene, he went to take a shower and went to sleep.

Tang Chen is the owner of the gallery.To open a gallery, eloquence is actually very important. You also need to know how to package and publicize paintings, show their value, and let others understand why such a painting is worth hundreds of thousands.The boss must be at the forefront of marketing. Artwork needs popularity. Some painters are already quite famous, and many people come to buy them. University question.At the same time, he also needs to cultivate collectors' interest in frequenting, form a group of regular customers, and purchase works in the gallery.

Certain wealthy wives are one of the important guest groups.

The one who came to the store today to pick out paintings is Mrs. Zhao’s precious daughter, Zhao Wen, a gentle and quiet girl in her 20s. According to the arrangement of her family, she went to a financial school, but in fact, what she always wanted to learn was painting, and she usually has her own I painted some, and later, I accidentally found out that after my mother bought Tang Chen's works, she became a loyal fan of Tang Chen, and she picked out all the paintings in the family.

She is wearing a water-blue long dress today, her makeup is light and elegant, and there is a touch of aristocratic elegance in her gentleness, which is very temperamental.

She liked Tang Chen very much, and even hoped to marry him.Marrying an idol is the dream of every fan girl, and she is quite hopeful, and her family does not object, because Tang Chen can be a man and has an artist air, which is quite decent.

Zhao Wen gently hooked the long hair hanging around her face behind her ears, and smiled sweetly: "Tang Chen, have you drawn any new works recently?"

Tang Chen smiled: "No."

Zhao Wen's eyes showed concern: "Is it because of... that case? Because the police didn't let you paint?" She heard some rumors, and was worried about how Tang Chen would be affected, and her mother also wanted her to come and talk about it.

Tang Chen: "It's not entirely true. I just wanted to think about it again. The police won't ban me from painting, but I have to be more careful and cooperate with the police's work."

Zhao Wen didn't understand: "How could you paint such a theme? Of course, I'm not saying it's bad, but shouldn't the painting make people feel happy, full of hope and bright after seeing it? The theme of redemption is dark and a bit suffocating." a feeling of……"

In the past, the children running in the flowers and the sunflowers in the sun in Tang Chen's paintings were all very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.Hanging on the wall at home, it seems like adding a ray of light.

"Suddenly I got an inspiration, and I also want to try a different style." Tang Chen said, he stretched out his hand to lead the way, "Here are some pictures of your favorite style, do you want to take a look?"

Zhao Wen could hear the slight alienation in his tone. It is normal for him to be displeased by such a direct statement. Artists regard their works as children.She frowned, with a regretful expression, and nodded, thinking about what to say to save the loss of speech just now.

Looking up at the landscape painting on the wall, the small bridge, the lake surface, the evening sunlight falling down, the water surface shimmering and shimmering with broken light, everything seems to be covered with a thin layer of golden veil, a slender figure Leaning against the railing, looking down at the lake.The whole oil painting is fresh and elegant, and it also has a warm and romantic feeling that you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, and the people watching the scenery are looking at you upstairs.

Zhao Wen liked it very much, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and she watched intently.

Tang Chen was standing beside her, chatting with her occasionally, and when they had seen about the same, when he turned to walk away, Zhao Wen accidentally tripped, and Tang Chen beside her immediately helped her arm in time. She stood still, and retracted her hand in a gentlemanly manner, as if nothing had happened, and smiled politely: "Be careful."

Zhao Wen pursed her lips, her cheeks were slightly blush, she nodded, thanked her in a low voice, and murmured: "That..."

The voice was so small that Tang Chen didn't hear it, and there was a movement from the door. When he looked up, he found a slender figure familiar to him.

He bowed to Zhao Wen and said sorry, I walked away and walked over.

It has been more than ten days since we met last time, and I didn't expect Chu Yi to come to the gallery today.Tang Chen stepped forward and asked with a smile, "What wind brought you here?"

Chu Yi smiled familiarly: "Come to find you, you still owe me a meal, haven't you forgotten?"

Tang Chen spread his hands and said with a smile: "I think you don't want it."

The conversation between the two was very cordial and natural, as if they were old friends who had known each other for many years. Zhao Wen looked at it not far away, and was a little puzzled as to what kind of relationship this person had with Tang Chen, as if he had never seen him before.At the same time, I was a little envious of him being so close to Tang Chen.

She was observing them quietly, and Chu Yi was also talking about her, he slightly hooked his lips and asked, "Who is that woman?"

Tang Chen: "My important client."

Chu Yi narrowed his eyes: "Not only that, she also likes you."

Tang Chen raised his eyebrows: "You can come up with so many results just after we met?"

Chu Yi also raised his eyebrows, and the voice seemed to be on his lips, low and deep, adding a touch of sexiness, "I observe and analyze subconsciously, especially the people I am interested in, or those who want to hit me."

Inexplicably, Tang Chen's scalp was numb from his eyes, and he actually felt a little danger.He pursed his lips, probably an illusion.After all, they only met for the third time.

"What time do you rest?"

Tang Chen looked up at the wall clock on the wall, "There is still more than half an hour."

"Well, I'll go shopping around first, and I'll pick you up later." Chu Yihu lowered his head, leaned into his ear and whispered something, his warm breath directly touched his sensitive skin, which made Tang Chen feel a little Feeling uncomfortable, I raised my hand and rubbed it.

Chu Yi saw his red ears and smiled slightly.

Tang Chen waved his hand to say goodbye to him, and after Chu Yi gave him a gentle smile, he looked at Zhao Wen politely and nodded, which was regarded as a slight greeting.Zhao Wen only felt a twitch behind her, as if she had offended some kind of beast.

But Tang Chen didn't see it, and still felt a little strange in his heart. How could the words and actions just now be like that between a couple?

Just as Chu Yi walked out of the store, he happened to pass by a blond man, it was Eugene.His green eyes narrowed slightly, and he unconsciously turned his head to look at Chu Yi too much. Is it an illusion?Why do you think that person looks familiar, as if you have seen him somewhere?

Eugene walked into the gallery, this time he came here specifically to check on Tang Chen's situation, and if he was still worried, this guy might be targeted, he was so open-minded, he was printed out of the same template as his stubborn father , For the sake of painting and painting, I don't care about anything.

While waiting for Tang Chen and Zhao Wen to discuss business, Eugene walked around the gallery, and finally went to the studio at the end corner, and saw the drawing board in the middle.

When the curtain was lifted, it was a portrait of a man with a smooth and firm chest, smooth and beautiful muscle lines, and a nearly perfect silhouette, which made people unable to help admiring.

What Eugene was more concerned about was that the appearance of the man in the painting, no accident, was the person who just walked out of the gallery and passed him by.

Tang Chen walked into the studio and found that Eugene curled his lips in dissatisfaction when he was looking at his paintings: "Why are you moving?"

Eugene: "See if you are painting Atonement, but I saw this man just now, so he is your model."

Tang Chen nodded, his eyes flashed brightly: "Well, it's very rare, his body is almost perfect, so people like it."

Eugene: "...Do you know that your expression is abnormal now?"

Tang Chen rolled his eyes, "I appreciate it, what are you thinking?"

Eugene raised his eyebrows, and smiled meanly: "Oh, I haven't said anything yet, you think about it first~ If you don't think purely, blame others."

Tang Chen didn't bother to talk to him.

Eugene smiled, looked down at the portrait a few more times, and frowned slightly, still trying to think where he had seen this person before.