Wake up the mystery behind the scenes

Chapter 25: 25 • Inspiration for the work

“I have an art gallery in Montt, and a museum, do you like to draw? ”

Old man Bekas looked at Stull expectantly.

Stull thought about it, in his last life, he would occasionally depict Danqing, but it was not the same as the Westernized oil painting, color painting, and line painting of Gongbi Bai in this world, and the artistic style was very different.

But he still belongs to the kind of person who can paint, and there are so many things going on after crossing over, that Stull is not in the mood to try to paint a little work.

He is probably the kind of person who likes to paint a little.

“Also… Yes. ”

Bekas’s eyes lit up, and he said, “That’s great, I also opened an art academy.” ”

Stuhl’s eyebrows were raised, this old man turned out to be so rich!

But he didn’t have time to study professional painting, and Stull didn’t have the money to enroll at the Academy of Fine Arts.

The truth of painting for three generations has been deeply rooted in Stuhl’s philosophy, and he does not expect the old man in front of him to discount his tuition.

But thinking about it, the other party should be a friend invited by Mr. Barry, and all the guests were outside to accompany Mr. Barry on his birthday, only he and the old man of the painter in front of him sat inside and enjoyed the food.

Stull was well aware of his weight in Mr. Barry’s mind, after all, the entire believers in Gannon had been fooled by him.

Since he performed miracles through the Book of Mysteries, the vast majority of believers in other religions throughout Gannon have now converted to the Lord.

In this regard, he often complained that pagan believers here are too easy to betray their faith, and may have witnessed miracles, which had a greater impact on the faith they held in their hearts.

And when pagans convert to the Lord, they show more fanaticism than those who originally believed in the Lord.

“Who are you and Mr. Barry? ”

Bekas shook his head: “I have a good relationship with old Barry, this little Barry I have only met a few times, and I didn’t come today just to celebrate a child’s birthday.”

The main thing is to talk to the old guy, the cemetery of the old Barry is not far from here, and the little Barry will entertain me by the way. ”

Stull nodded, the old Barry in the other party’s mouth should be Mr. Barry’s father, obviously the other party is Mr. Barry’s father is a very good friend.

This time, Mr. Barry also invited Bekas, but the other party only came to pay homage to his old friend in this name.

Stull lowered his head and showed an imperceptible wry smile, obviously he invited the other party for his birthday, but this person came to pay homage to his old friend, if it was in the previous life, it would be somewhat unlucky.

But people in this world will not pay attention to this, and Bekas will be very moved by Mr. Barry’s father to pay tribute to Mr. Barry.

Bekas on the opposite side should belong to the kind of rich and wealthy painter who opened art galleries and museums, had his own art school, and was particularly fond of animals.

Thinking of this, Stull tentatively asked, “Does Mr. Bekas know about the Egg of Life organization?”

It is said that this is an animal protection organization active in the city of Monte! ”

Bekas’s face turned grim: “I know!”

He said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone: “These people used to come to my art museum and pour vegetable soup on my works.

To spread their fanatical belief in animal protection! ”

Stull looked down and took a bite of the food on his plate.

This time he guessed wrong, Mr. Bekas in front of him was not only not a member of the Egg of Life organization, but also had a great opinion about this organization.

“Then you should hate the Egg of Life organization. ”

“Not really, although the practice is more radical and impulsive, but they are still young, and they will do some extreme things if they want to attract attention.”

They lack the right guidance from a smart person. ”

Bekas pulled out a folded piece of newspaper.

“Was the Mass that Barry Jr. went to today presided? ”

“Yes. ”

“It’s amazing, I can see that you are very beloved by the people here, and sometimes being young does not limit your abilities.

Little Barry this guy is mercenary, believe that if I don’t make money in my businessman’s mind, then he can’t become a businessman, like the Barry family has been doing business for generations, and this has long been carved into the marrow. ”

Stull smiled, he always thought Mr. Barry was not bad.

“I have heard a lot about you from Asinsha, you are carrying miracles and the mission given by the Lord, His Highness the Son. ”

At this time, he spread out the newspaper in his hand, it was the evening newspaper of the window of the city, and the most prominent front page was the news written by Burris.

Bekas pointed to the crowded photo and said, “I’m so sorry I didn’t come here sooner, or I would have had the opportunity to witness the miracle.”

But I have a request for His Highness the Son. ”

“Just call me Stuel, Mr. Bekas. ”

“Can you let me draw the content of this picture on canvas, when I saw this picture, it gave me divine inspiration.

Alas, there are very few things at my age that inspire me to pick up a paintbrush. ”

“Of course, if Mr. Bekas paints it, I will definitely go and see it.” ”

Mr. Bekas smiled: “Thank you, His Royal Highness the Son.”

I know you’re going to St. Neil’s Church tomorrow in the city of Montt.

I’ll delay here for a few days before I go back, and I want to paint this painting here while inspiration is still there.

It’s a pity, otherwise we will stop by and invite you to my place when I finish painting. ”

Bekas took out a business card and gently pushed it in front of Stuhl.

The pure white bottom panel, with lines of small black letters, without any style embellishments, is like a white card, neatly handwritten.

“You can contact me at the address or phone number above. ”

Stull put Bekas’s business card away, then nodded and said, “I will.” ”

Mel pressed a fire today, but unfortunately she missed a mass hosted by the Son himself.

What is even more hateful is that her temporary partner poured dirty water on the Holy Son in front of media reporters, even if the other party did not mention the name of Stur.

She drove the Federal Police official car, with Agent Gemma in the passenger seat.

The team leader finally assigned them the task of asking the two of them to find a bar or restaurant to see if Witero had ever appeared.

Ask the guests or waiters inside what their impression of the person Waitello is.

But in fact, the meaning of the group leader is to hope that the two of them can use the dinner time to drink some wine and ease the conflict.

After all, the focus of the entire task force must be on the Wittero case.

Now the case has caused a sensation throughout the Federation and even attracted international attention.

The Federal Police Department told them to hurry up and solve the case, even if the murderer was dead, they would also find the motive of the other party and the killing process.

and the length of time the serial homicide lasts must be found.

Now their task force is under great pressure, and the team leader does not want conflicts among the members here.

What is needed now is cooperation, full cooperation.

Mel drove to the door of a bar open in Gannon Township, where she wasn’t going to go in with Jema.

And Jema didn’t seem to understand the team leader’s intentions at all, and he planned to carry out the last small task as a task.

Take the documents of the Federal Police Agent out of the pocket on the inside of the jacket and place them in the cuffs so that they can be shown to the person inside.

He didn’t ask Mel if he wanted to go in and have a drink.

He thought that after getting out of the car, Mel should kick the accelerator and leave directly.

In that case, he would stay in it for a while, drink some wine, and relax.

After Jema got out of the car, Mel did not drive away, which was different from what he expected.

Mel watched as Gemma crossed the silent road and walked into the shop with neon strips and ‘Long Bread Bar’ written in front of the house.

Mel didn’t leave, but she didn’t turn off the car either, because she was sure that her temporary partner would come out in a moment.

“Damn it, Okyum cultists! Mel hated it.

When Jemma walked into the family’s bakery bar, there was no noise as expected.

But every table was full, there were no empty seats, they were all chatting with each other, their voices were well controlled, and they couldn’t hear each other at the next table.

But the people sitting at the same table had a good chat.

The whole bar was not noisy, and Jemma couldn’t hear what they were chatting, and everyone here seemed to be talking for the sake of chatting.

Only one high chair remained at the bar, as if deliberately waiting for Jema to sit.

After he came in, none of the guests here had their eyes on Jema.

It’s like deliberately not looking, even if one or two people are curious to look at the door to see who is coming in.

This will also make Agent Gemma feel that it is a normal thing.

But since entering the town, he feels that everything around him is very unnatural.

He sat in the only seat in the store, where he heard the next table discussing that it was their boss’s birthday.

Gemma squinted at it, and the people around him seemed to be wearing overalls with Bali wines printed on them, probably in different departments and different wineries.

The color and style of the workwear are also different, is this a drinking party here just after work?

“Please give me a glass of ‘sunset red’! Jemma said to the bartender.

Sunset Red is a wine that federal nationals often order in bars, and Barry also produces this wine, and it sells well.

There’s no bar that doesn’t sell this wine, and it’s one Jemma often drinks.

“Snap! ”

A heavy glass full of wine smashed directly into Jema’s head and was smashed abruptly on his head.

Jemma suddenly felt as if his head had been hammered with an iron rod.

In a trance, it was as if the whole person floated backwards into the air, and then fell solidly to the ground.

A strong and burly man pulled him out from behind with his collar and threw him directly on the ground.

People crowded around, and the bartender stood quietly behind the bar, wiping a flat-bottomed wine glass.

Mel looked at the door of the bar, as if waiting for someone inside to throw garbage outside.

The door of the bar opened, and a figure flung out of it and plopped onto the road.

Mel got out of the car.

Walk slowly.

Pretend to be surprised: “Agent Jema, how did you fall like this?” ”

(End of chapter)