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At this time, Du Wensen had returned to the office area carrying a box full of artworks. .biqugev

When he opened the wooden box, the curator's face turned pale with horror.

Every item in the wooden box is a priceless treasure. Let alone damage, even a little damage will be a huge loss to the museum.

The audience held their breath, waiting for what fate they would face next.

Is it intact?

Or scraps of body and flesh?

Du Wensen proposed a sculpture of a little girl, and he shook his head with the sculpture between his legs and said, "Huh? Is this thing also a work of art? The head is a little crooked, and it looks very uncomfortable!"

After saying that, he was ready to screw the statue's head straight.

The curator shouted anxiously: "No!"

"That is a fourteen-year-old dancing girl. It is the only sculpture that Mr. Degas exhibited during his lifetime. It is like that. It is one of the most important collections we have here. Please, please don't damage it."

"But why do I feel that it is fake!" Du Wensen said dissatisfied.

"I'm willing to swear to God, it's true!" The curator was excited.

Du Wensen scratched his head.

"You are making me very embarrassed! Someone asked me to come here to find a fake artwork, but I found that all the artworks here seem to be fake. Mr. Curator, you told me that they are all real. Do you know You know, I really just want to find that fake piece of art I want and get out of here, you’re wasting my time!”

After finishing speaking, Du Wensen rubbed his fingers on the head of the small sculpture, as if he was about to break it at any time.

"We can also look at other ones. Maybe one of them is fake. Mr. Du, I can guarantee that as long as it is fake, I will definitely know it!" the curator advised.

Du Wensen looked at the reporter, who nodded, and looked at the cameraman, who nodded.

"Okay, then I believe you, let's do the next one!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They finally saved a precious piece of art through their own efforts.

However, when the next thing happened, when Du Wensen took out a painting, they became nervous again.

This time there was no need for Du Wensen to ask questions, the curator shouted loudly.

"Van Gogh's self-portrait! Mr. Du, it is also true."

Du Wensen narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you sure?"

"Yes! This painting has been deeply imprinted in my soul. It's impossible for me not to be able to distinguish between authenticity and fakeness." The curator affirmed.

"Very good! Since you are so confident, I will give you a chance to prove yourself. Just wait for me!" After saying that, Du Wensen walked into the curator's office with Van Gogh's self-portrait.

"What is he going to do?" The three of them were puzzled.

A few minutes later, Du Wensen came out. In his hands, they had turned into two self-portraits of Van Gogh!

"Now, come and see which one is real and which one is fake!"

"..."

"Wow! You just said that this painting has been imprinted in your soul. Don't tell me that you can't tell the truth from the false now?" Du Wensen said with a strange smile.

Of course they could tell the difference. The newly painted one had a distinct smell of dye, and it was not dry yet. They could tell at a glance, but, but...

If these factors are removed, the two paintings are really identical.

They were shocked that Vincent Du actually drew an identical self-portrait of Van Gogh in just a few minutes.

And they are not the only ones who are shocked. Now it is live on TV, and the audience can't see the difference, so in their eyes.

Just two identical self-portraits by Van Gogh.

Is this guy still human?

"Mr. Du, with your talent, you will definitely become an excellent painter instead of committing a crime!" the curator sighed.

"But you let me down!"

After saying that, Du Wensen ruthlessly tore both paintings into pieces.

"fuk!"

At this moment, countless people cursed.

The curator was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at Du Wensen with trembling fingers: "You, you, you..."

Du Wensen pulled out another painting: "Let's take a look at the next one, hey! Who can tell me what the hell this painting is! One, two, three, four men and two women, what are they doing?"

"This is Picasso's busker's house. Please, don't destroy it. It is one of our treasures and a treasure of the entire human race." The curator pleaded.

"You want to tell me that it is also true?" Du Wensen frowned.

"Madman! You madman! Oh my god! What do you want to do with it again?" the curator asked in shock.

Du Wensen pointed at the painting with his paintbrush and replied: "I want to add two more naked women to it. Only four men and four women are equal!"

"..."

The curator was stunned, the reporters were also stunned, and the audience in front of the TV were also stunned.

If Du Wensen really painted two naked women in this painting, then what is this painting?

But who can stop Du Wensen now? They are desperate!

However, after Du Wensen glanced at his watch, he put down the brush and the painting.

"Although I really want to continue playing with you, unfortunately, time no longer allows it!"

As he said that, Du Wensen looked at the curator with a faint smile: "Mr. Curator, is it time for you to reveal the real answer to everyone?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand!" the curator replied.

"Come on! The camera is focused on our curator. From now on, he is the protagonist of this show!" Du Wensen ordered the cameraman.

Then he took the microphone from the reporter's hand.

"Mr. Curator, I have a few questions to ask you now. Please think carefully before telling me."

"Excuse me, as the director of an art museum, what made you decide to keep it under wraps?"

The curator immediately said angrily: "Asshole! What nonsense are you talking about! Since I have been managing the art museum, I have never lost a piece of art, nor have any piece of art been damaged."

"Our curator seems very excited! Let's ask the next question."

Du Wensen pointed the microphone at the curator.

"Please explain, a week ago, your friend, Agent Robert, who is responsible for the security of the art museum, suddenly fell into a coma after being poisoned after having dinner with you?"

"How do I know? Are you trying to say that I did it?" the curator said with an angry smile.

"Of course, you and Agent Robert have been old friends for decades, and as you are the director of an art museum, even the FBI will not suspect you, but..."

Du Wensen looked at the curator up and down, and then asked: "Why did you feel frightened and repentant when I told you the news about Agent Robert's death?"

"Amen~~! May you rest in peace in heaven!" Du Wensen imitated the tone and expression of the curator, clasping his hands in front of the camera.