genius divination

Chapter 353 The Obscene Mustache
Fan Jiannan and Long Daudao returned to Fan Jiannan's home in Huishan Ancient Town.Just as soon as he entered the gate of the community, Fan Jiannan suddenly felt a certain uneasiness.He couldn't help quickening his pace.Long Boldly said jokingly, "Hey, don't be so urgent, right? We've only been separated for a few days, as for what? Hey, what the hell are you doing..."

Long Bold suddenly discovered that Fan Jiannan was not only walking faster, he was even running now.His face suddenly became ugly, he knew that Fan Jiannan would never do meaningless things.He was very sure of this, so Long Bold didn't say anything more immediately, and quickened his pace to follow.

Fan Jiannan ran to the door, but slowed down.Because he clearly saw that the door of his house was ajar.

"What's wrong?" Long boldly rushed over from behind him.

"The door is not closed." Fan Jiannan said word by word.

Long Boldly frowned and said, "Aren't Feng Yuan and Lao Wu both at home? It's normal that the door isn't closed."

Fan Jiannan shook his head, "Feng Yuan is a very careful person, he will not keep the door closed. Wu Banxian is an old man, and he will never forget this kind of thing."

"You mean someone broke in?" Long Boldly said in surprise.

Fan Jiannan didn't speak, he gently opened the door and walked in. The hall was empty, but the windows were open and the curtains were flying in the wind.Although the door was open, there was no sign of intrusion at all, and everything was perfectly in place, without any trace of anyone's tampering.

It seemed that everything was normal, but neither Feng Yuan nor Wu Banxian was there, which was precisely the biggest abnormality.Originally, Feng Yuan should be in the kitchen, handling her immature cooking skills, but with a happy smile on her face; Wu Banxian should be on the sofa in the living room, wearing his presbyopic glasses, reading the newspaper of the day .And now, both of them are gone.

Seeing the basket of fresh ingredients in the kitchen, Fan Jiannan's heart twitched.Long Bold had never noticed that Fan Jiannan's face would be so ugly.

"They're not here, but there are people upstairs." Fan Jiannan said slowly.

"No matter what the situation is, you will never be alone. I will go up with you." Long Boldly patted him on the shoulder and said in a deep voice.

Fan Jiannan's home is a small two-story villa, where he and his father, Fan Jianqiang, lived together.He and Fan Jianqiang lived downstairs, and upstairs was the guest room and Fan Jiannan's studio.

Fan Jiannan went upstairs and went straight to the door of the room on his right.This is Fan Jiannan's private space, which was arranged as a studio as early as when he was in school.He studied oil painting, so the room was filled with the pungent smell of paint and diluent, which was not pleasant.

The door was open, and there was a person standing inside, a skinny and wretched little man.She was extremely thin, her face was extremely pale, and she had two mustaches on her lips.He stood quietly in front of the wall covered with paintings, looking at these paintings like a person who really understands art.

"Who are you?" Fan Jiannan said coldly.

"You can call me mustache. I've always been passionate about art. My beard is very similar to the Spanish painter Salvador Dali. But in fact, I'm not a fan of him. I don't have a good impression of surrealism. But But your painting is worthy of praise, and I seem to be able to feel your heart from this painting." The man didn't even turn his head, as if this was in his own home, as if Fan Jiannan and Long Daudao were just a pair of rushing into each other. The intruders disturbed his enjoyment of the paintings.

"Who the hell are you? What did you do to them?" Fan Jiannan shouted unbearably.

Mustache shrugged and said, "Don't get excited, they are safe. However, your being so excited will not help solve the current problem, what do you think?"

"Who are you and what do you want?" Fan Jiannan took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.Whoever this person was, he had finally spoken the truth, and getting excited wouldn't help solve the problem.

"You said my name is Mustache, but you really have no memory. You need to relax when you are so nervous. How about we talk about these works of yours. To be honest, the works that I like here are not Most of the paintings are mediocre." Mustache walked to the other side of the room, pointing to the unfinished female portrait on the wall, "but this one amazes me."

Just as the mustache was boasting, Fan Jiannan gave Long a bold wink.Long boldly walked to the other side of the room and blocked the door leading to the balcony with his body, while Fan Jiannan blocked the door of the room.

Mustache didn't care about their movements at all.Just facing the painting on the wall, she said, "She is so beautiful, although she can't see her face clearly. But your delicate brushstrokes endow this beauty with infinite sadness. The parting of a loved one is always sad, let alone a close relative of flesh and blood. .I can feel that this painting contains the author's persistence, his love and sorrow, and more of his longing."

Fan Jiannan said flatly, "The picture above is my mother, I lost her when I was very young. I want to know what you mean. What are you, some kind of critic? In my home, in my room, yes Looking at my paintings to express emotion, but we don’t know each other.”

"Actually, I'm a psychoanalyst. There are people in this world who have known each other all their lives but don't know each other. And some people have never met, just like us. But I can read your story through your works. Human psychology and character. I think this will help us to talk about the next topic. For example, the problem of Feng Yuan and Wu Banxian." The wretched mustache slowly took out a cigarette, took one, and squinted at Fan Jiannan. .

"If you dare to touch a hair of them, I'll kill you." Fan Jiannan suddenly raised his eyes, which were burning with anger.

"Of course I won't touch a hair of them, and of course you can kill me, but this can't solve the problem. Isn't it?" Mustache sat down on the sofa. "Actually, my function is to talk to you. If you kill me, it means that you have given up the right to talk, and it also means that you have given up the two of them. So impulse cannot solve the problem. And I don't want to face a A negotiator whose impulsiveness trumps reason. That's not challenging."

The mustache's smile made Fan Jiannan want to punch him in the face. It's hard to imagine that a person's smile can make people so disgusted.

"Just tell me your conditions." Fan Jiannan said coldly. "What conditions do you need to let people go?"

"Don't speak so harshly, we are not kidnappers. We just want to ask you to borrow something." Mustache put away his smile, looked at Fan Jiannan and said. "It's just one thing. I don't think you will be the kind of person who ignores the lives of friends for things outside of you. Although there are many such people now, you don't seem to be one of them. Besides, Feng Yuan is still your confidante."

(End of this chapter)