Dangerous Aesthetics

Chapter 73

David rejected the interview with the bottle designer, and as an appraiser, he accompanied Olivan to the police station where the painting was temporarily held as evidence.

The sheriff in charge of this case still respected Olivan.They put the painting under the instrument, allowing the washed-out work to emerge.

"Mr. Kane, we invited you here just to let you see if this imitation of the painting below is yours."

Without Oliwen speaking, even David on the side immediately recognized that the brushwork belonged to Oliwen.While he was still thinking about how to explain this question, Olivan admitted it generously.

"Yes, this painting is mine."

Seeing his generous acknowledgment, the sheriff also expressed his conjecture: "I heard that you were once a student of Uris. Did he continue to paint on the canvas you used?"

"Because I am his student, it is not uncommon for students to imitate the teacher's paintings."

Olivan's words surprised the other party.

"Mr. Kane, you have to think clearly before answering my question. Because what you said just now is an indirect admission that you are imitating fakes."

David also became worried and grabbed Olivan's hand.

Olivan rubbed his fingers against David's, as if to reassure him not to worry.

"Mr. Sheriff, you have misunderstood something. The copying of this painting was completed under the guidance of my teacher Uris, and Uris also left his signature on this painting." Olivan pointed out Pointing to the lower right corner of the painting, "You can ask the teacher's former students casually. The teacher will sign the drafts of all the students' copied works, just to prevent any of the works from being sold as genuine. In addition, "Mongolia There are seven versions of "Na Lisa" in the world, all of which were made by Leonardo da Vinci's students. Now it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity. Gauguin also copied Van Gogh's "Sunflowers" and it was regarded as genuine. Even if I copied the teacher paintings, which are two different things from forgery.”

The sheriff touched his chin, "Then Mr. Kane, have you ever sold this painting?"

"No. Because this painting has been collected by my teacher Uris. Since the teacher has passed away, you should ask Mrs. Uris if she ever sold this painting as a genuine one."

The sheriff showed a embarrassed look: "It's actually like this. Mrs. Uris once reported that their house was stolen. Because all the lost works were practiced by students, the loss is not too big..."

"In this case, it should be the thief who took my painting and sold it as an authentic Uris. The problem lies with the thief, not me." Olivan threw the question back to the sheriff, and then took David leave.

In the car, David said: "I always feel that this question is not simple. You must not have copied Uris' painting and bought it?"

"of course not."

"But I remember... I seem to have seen this painting when I helped you tidy up the attic before. It should be in the villa instead of being collected by your teacher." David felt that Olivan seemed to be hiding something from that Sheriff.

"That's right, so someone stole that painting and sold it." Olivan looked at David.

"Hey! What are you watching me do! I didn't do it!" David quickly denied that the charge was too great.

There was a smile on the corner of Oliwen's mouth, and David immediately understood that he was kidding himself.

"This joke of yours isn't funny at all!" David was a little annoyed, but then he understood what was going on, "Could it be that you actually know...who stole that painting?"

"Yeah." Olivier snorted softly.

"Wait, you deliberately said that the painting was collected by Uris. In fact, you didn't want to protect yourself, but the person who stole the painting. Who is he?"

"Haven't you already met him?" Olivan stopped the car at the gate of the university and took out his mobile phone, "Aves? I'll wait for you at the cafe outside the gate of the school."

David was stunned. Isn't Elvis the student who came here a few days ago?

I don't know why, but I have an uncomfortable feeling in my heart.Is Oliwen defending this boy because he is his student, or because of a previous relationship?

Elvis soon came to the cafe, wearing the clothes he was wearing when he was painting, and it was covered with oil paint.

His smiling face quickly disappeared when he saw David beside Olivan. Perhaps this young man still had a glimmer of hope for Olivan.

"Teacher..." Elvis squeezed out a smile, "May I ask you what you want?"

It has always been Olivan's style to go straight to the point. He asked in a cold and slightly alienated voice: "Did you take a painting from my attic and sell it?"

Elvis' smile froze.

In fact, David didn't want to come to see this child. You said he came to see Olivan's old lover, how troublesome.

So David also pretended to be indifferent to the conversation between the two, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at the female student outside the window.Those who study art are different. David's eyes are constantly searching for the girl who walks out of the school gate when class is over.

Olivan seemed to have noticed this, and turned his palm around to cover his eyes, and snapped his head back.

"I... I did steal that painting..." Elvis hesitated, but once Olivan found out, there was no point in hiding it any longer, "I did...sell it..."

David sneered, gloating secretly in his heart, Olivan, your taste is really good!

"Ivis, do you know that you have committed the taboo of the art world. You stole and bought and sold the work of your mentor. And because that painting is a copy, it will bring great damage to my reputation if I am not careful. influence." Olivan's tone was flat, but every word firmly nailed Ives.

"Teacher... I didn't do it on purpose..." Sure enough, Ives was so anxious that he was about to shed tears, "When I sold it, I told the other party that this painting is from the master Uris you copied. Paintings..."

"But that doesn't seem to be the case. The police tortured me today and are going to charge me for buying and selling counterfeit goods." Olivier said this, and David almost spit out his coffee.

You don't need to scare the kids like that, do you?The sheriff just now had clearly turned his investigation to the thief who stole the student's works from Uris' house...

Elvis' eyes were wide open, and the expression of regret was very obvious, "I... I didn't expect this to happen..."

"Then tell me who you sold it to."

"A handsome man with long blond hair... and green eyes..."

Ives described it this way, and Olivan and David thought of someone at the same time——Anthony?downer.

"That bastard..." David gritted his teeth, but Oliwen was much calmer.

"I can't help it, teacher... He kidnapped my mother at that time. When I heard that he wanted me to steal your copy, I thought... he just likes to collect it..."

"This incident is a lesson, Elvis, the relationship between me and your mentor and apprentice is over." Olivan got up, pulled David and walked out without looking back.

"Hey," David looked back at Elvis with his head lowered lonely, "you can't blame him for this matter, can you? Anthony...will kill his mother!"

"But as a student, it is a fact that he betrayed his teacher. If he is forgiven so easily, he will suffer even worse in the art world." Olivan replied.

Sitting in the car, David couldn't help asking: "Neo said that you and him once had a very harmonious relationship."

He especially emphasized the word "harmony".

"What do you want to say?"

"I'd say Elvis isn't your type."

"He's definitely not my type."

"Then why did you choose him?" David asked amusedly, "Is it possible that a slender and beautiful boy like him can bring you different inspirations from before?"

The intersection ahead happened to encounter a red light, and Olivan stopped the car, stared sideways at David and said, "If you hadn't run away suddenly, I was pressed on the carpet the day before Christmas, who do you think it would be?" ?”

David froze for two seconds, then turned his head away, "Such an assumption doesn't make sense."

There was another silence in the car.

A few minutes later, David stretched his waist, "Ah...ah...why does Anthony always target us..."

"Actually, Elvis didn't just sell the "House and Tree Shadows"."

"What——" David turned his head, "If someone comes to you with the painting you copied again, you can't use the theft from Uris's house to prevaricate!"

"So, we're going to find the other painting."

"Find it? How? Call Anthony and ask him who he sold the painting to?"

"This time the police came to my door, it should be Anthony who gave me the blow." Olivan raised the corners of his lips, "If you don't accept his invitation, I'm afraid he won't stop his harassing behavior."

"Just say that you are not willing to lose to him." David shrugged.

"Stupid." Olivan said in a low voice, and of course this adjective made David a little upset.

Many years later, when David mentioned this matter, Olivan just said in a calm tone: I am not reconciled, because I lost you.

As Olivan expected, two days later, an invitation was sent to their villa.

David twirled the invitation, feeling bad: "Hey... what kind of invitation is this? The color is so dull, it doesn't look like inviting people to an auction, but rather a funeral."