I am the only one who can do it: I think I am really going to become an immortal

"hey-hey."

Bai Shi smiled when he heard that, then took out the invitation letter and showed it to the staff at the door for inspection, then took Chen Yun inside.

At this moment, there were already quite a few tourists looking around, and everyone was tacitly communicating in low voices instead of talking loudly.

The first floor lobby of Jinjiang Art Center covers an area of ​​nearly 100,000 square meters, but is occupied by only 20 masterpieces by masters from all over the world.

So even though each master's booth had more than one painting, it still looked quite empty.

Each booth here is like a carefully crafted little world, coexisting independently yet harmoniously, leading visitors step by step into the palace of art.

The aisles between the booths are spacious and appropriate, so that every viewer who stops by has enough space to appreciate each work without being disturbed.

The soft light focuses on each painting, whether it is a delicate oil painting or an elegant watercolor, it blooms with unique charm in the interweaving of light and shadow. The background of the booth mostly adopts neutral tones, aiming to prevent any external factors from snatching the elegance of the painting itself, so that the color and brushstrokes become the only focus.

The presence of soft, quiet music as background music will not interfere with people's thinking when appreciating the paintings, but can also subtly influence the visitors' emotions and help them better immerse themselves in the atmosphere of the exhibition.

Bai Shi and Chen Yun didn't take two steps.

I came across the first booth.

Watercolor paintings are posted in every corner of the booth, all from a painter whose work never sets.

As for the painter, he entered from the east gate with many invited guests, and then chatted and rested in a special rest area.

Chen Yun's transparent world roughly perceived these watercolor paintings with strong colors, and his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.

He doesn't understand art.

But from his own perspective, which allowed him to perceive more colors, he felt that the paintings in front of him were too rigid and inflexible, and uninteresting.

However, Bai Shi, who was not as sensitive, had high artistic attainments, and was particularly sharp-tongued, whispered to Chen Yun, "How come all kinds of garbage can be exhibited?"

"This is a prime example of wasting paint! This watercolor painting looks like the effect of randomly discarded flyers on the street being soaked by rain and randomly pasted together after a rainstorm. Not only does the color not show the agility and transparency that watercolor should have, but it is also randomly piled up like a child's graffiti without any rules. The composition is even more messy and the theme is unclear. Is this a creation or an impolite intrusion on the viewer's vision? The so-called artistic expression seems to be just a clumsy cover-up for poor skills and lack of creativity. I suggest that the author at least learn how to master basic color harmony and composition logic before squandering the canvas again, otherwise, such a work is only worthy of being nailed on the negative side of the teaching of 'how not to paint'..."

Shiraishi has not yet finished his string of criticisms.

A uniformed staff member happened to pass by.

Bai Shi changed the subject almost reflexively and said: "This painter skillfully used the characteristics of watercolor and controlled the water content to leave a free-flowing and exquisite..."

As the staff walked away, Shiraishi's insincere praise came to an abrupt end.

This made Chen Yun on the side couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Okay, okay, the classic Big Wild Goose Pagoda is reproduced, right?

Although Bai Shi is a bad-mouthed guy, he doesn't need to worry about being beaten to death.

"To be honest, don't laugh at me. The level of this booth at the door is indeed low. Don't tell me that this is the average level of this exhibition, otherwise I will turn around and leave now. I heard that there are paintings worth at least hundreds of thousands of dollars here."

Bai Shi looked at Chen Yun smiling and couldn't help but defend himself.

You can't blame him for changing his face like crazy.

He really couldn't praise the quality of the painting at the door.

"The organizer said that it was randomly arranged. Maybe they didn't put the good ones at the door, or maybe they have put the best ones at the door. Let's take a look inside?"

Chen Yun recalled the memory of looking up information yesterday, pointed to the depths of the venue and said to Bai Shi.

Not to mention that I only saw one painting.

If he just stood here, his transparent world perception would not allow him to see booth 92 in the southeast corner of the second floor. After all, the scale of Jinjiang Art Center is not small.

You have to go at least a few dozen steps forward, almost to the next booth.

"Okay, let's go."

Bai Shi nodded and continued walking forward.

Chen Yun, who was following behind him, began to focus on the transparent world perception ability that was moving forward bit by bit.

Everything around comes into view.

Not only the first floor, but everything on the second floor was also covered by Chen Yun's perception ability.

The second floor is much busier than the first floor.

If the first floor is elegant, it is only an exhibition of artworks by the staff.

The second floor is a bit like a market.

Not only do the booths occupy a small area, but they are also almost next to each other.

In the same space, there are 20 booths on the first floor and 180 on the second floor.

But there is one good thing about the exhibition on the second floor.

The second floor is mostly filled with works by art students and talented painters from all walks of life. Basically, none of them are as pretentious as the celebrity authors on the first floor.

Basically all the authors sat at their respective booths and performed painting on the spot.

Therefore, many tourists who are not very familiar with art prefer to watch the artists painting on the second floor rather than staying on the cold first floor.

soon.

Chen Yun's ability to perceive the world through his eyes reached the southeast corner of the second floor, allowing him to take in all the booths, works, authors and tourists here.

There are many wonderful paintings on booth No. 92, and a nameplate with the name "Cui Zixuan" is placed on the booth.

but……

There was no one at booth 92.

This made Chen Yun more alert.

Where are you? Are you looking for me? How was I discovered?

But within 200 meters, there was no one obviously approaching me! Even meters underground, there was nothing but ordinary concrete foundations and soil with few living things.

Chen Yun looked around vigilantly, and a lot of thoughts flashed through his mind.

If he hadn't seen some extremely colorful paintings on booth 92 and some tourists waiting next to booth 92, he would have wanted to run away immediately.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Yun calmed down under the rational balance mechanism and paid close attention to the discussions of the people around booth 92.

From these people, he learned that the author had gone to the toilet.

Chen Yun decided to wait patiently for a while.

And before that.

He observed the paintings displayed at booth No. 92.

Chen Yun can say that compared with any other paintings in this exhibition, the paintings in Exhibition No. 92 are full of spirituality.

Ordinary people can only feel that it is beautiful and novel, but they can't tell what is beautiful about it. They just think that the colors he uses for some things are very different from those of other painters.

But Chen Yun, who can see more colors, can discover it.

These paintings seem to reveal a glimpse into the real world.

Especially the pictures of the roses, which seemed to be painted according to Ah Zi’s original description of the red roses.

In the eyes of others, these paintings are just a little richer in colors.

But what Chen Yun saw.

But he is a person who can see more of the reality of the world. He tries to outline the real world in a way that ordinary people can understand, but he is simply unable to do it perfectly.

A feeling of loneliness that no one understands me was released almost from the inside out.

Being silent.

The movement around him brought Chen Yun, who was concentrating on the task, back to his senses and he slightly withdrew his attention from the southeast corner of the second floor.

Bai Shi approached him mysteriously and whispered, "Look at these works on your face. They were painted by my acquaintance. Although he is not here in person, his paintings are here. One of the main reasons for my visit this time is to see how he is progressing now."

Chen Yun heard this.

Looking at the works in the booth in front of me, they are watercolor paintings of a person walking in the rain, signed by Martin Redrado.

"Acquaintance? What kind?"

Chen Yun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this.

Not all of Shiraishi's acquaintances are good people.

It can even be said that most of them are not easy to deal with.

After all, Shiraishi was wanted by many countries, and at one point he teamed up with an international criminal group to try to destroy the economy of the Lighthouse Federal Reserve.

It doesn't take much to know how mixed his social circle was before he returned to China.

"What are you thinking? This is Martin Redrado, an internationally famous painter. He's not one of those gray guys."

"I had met him before and sold him a painting of Van Gogh's People Walking in the Rain in the Park. But it was a fake I forged. The real one was stolen from a museum and I have kept it ever since."

"He didn't recognize it was a fake at the time, and I really tricked him into buying it. But later he got a girlfriend who had four-color vision and had seen the original painting of People Walking in the Rain in the Park, so he could no longer hide the fake."

"I heard that he later only painted pictures of walking in the rain, just to reach the height of my forgery. What a pity, it now seems that he is just a poor imitator after all. After breaking up with his girlfriend with tetrachromatic color vision, his progress has obviously slowed down recently."

Bai Shi said with a smile, a look of arrogance on his face, obviously very proud of his glorious record.

And Chen Yun heard this.

But he didn't care about Bai Shi's glorious record.

Instead, he keenly noticed the four-color color perceivers mentioned in Bai Shi's words.

"Quadrichromatic color vision?!"

Chen Yun widened his eyes and murmured the word.

"Yes, this kind of thing is like a microscope for those of us who forge art. It can detect the color differences between our forgeries and the originals that ordinary people like us cannot see."

Shiraishi explained.

But Chen Yun had no time to listen to Bai Shi's explanation.

The powerful memory palace immediately searched for this word, and some popular science posts I had read before were as clear as if they were right in front of me:

Tetrachromats are a rare visual phenomenon. Such individuals are extremely rare, but they do exist. They have four different types of cone cells, one more than the three of the average person.

[Because of this extra visual channel, tetrachromats can perceive more color differences and can theoretically distinguish more colors. Compared to the average person's ability to distinguish one million colors, tetrachromats can see 100 million colors.]

Damn it?

That person is probably A Zi whose real name is Cui Zixuan. Could she actually be just a four-color color perceiver?

Chen Yun suddenly realized this possibility.

Perhaps I was overly cautious and thus overlooked or never thought of this possibility.

After all, he was never afraid to think of the worst and most dangerous possibilities.

Only by putting yourself in desperate situations frequently can you stay vigilant at all times.

Think for a moment.

Chen Yun immediately used going to the bathroom as an excuse to leave Bai Shi, who was carefully examining the work of Martin Redrado with an increasingly mocking expression on his face.

Then he came to a corner that Shiraishi hadn't noticed.

He concentrated his attention with his ability to perceive the world through transparent means, paying attention to booth No. 92 in the southeast corner of the second floor, waiting for Cui Zixuan to come back.

Soon.

A young girl walked towards booth 92.

She was wearing a simple yet stylish cotton and linen long dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, as if resonating with the artistic atmosphere around her.

Her long hair was lightly tied into a low bun, with a few strands of hair hanging down inadvertently, adding a touch of gentle and artistic temperament to her.

On her shoulder, there was a crow standing there obediently.

Obviously, she is A Zi, Cui Zixuan at booth No. 92.

After she took her seat at booth No. 92, the visitors waiting around her looked forward to her finishing the unfinished painting on the canvas.

It was a half-finished portrait of a person in profile. The person in the painting was looking up into the distance, and the hand wearing the watch had not yet been put down, as if he had just checked the time.

Obviously, the person in this painting is waiting for someone.

Cui Zixuan, who was outside the painting, pouted his lips in boredom. While painting, he looked around from time to time.

Looking at everything in the southeast corner of the second floor.