[Variety Drama] Mobility Scourge

[Acquaintance is not hating late, but hating early. 】

If there is one reason why Lucida Genovese is not with Neal Caffrey, there is only one reason, that is, they knew each other too early, not because Neal Caffrey fell in love with Kate Moreau, but because he and Lucida knew each other too long and knew each other too well She can't arouse the spark of love. In the lovers, they can know each other and love each other. It is happiness to fall in love with a girl and have her. Lucida and Neal have each other and trust each other from the beginning.

Kate Moreau knew that Neal loved her, but she also knew that she was not the most important person in Neal's heart. She had to admit that Neal was willing to die for her, but he was unwilling to let Lucida suffer a little. The existence of such a woman is like a thorn to her. She believes that after Genovese has a boyfriend in the future, that man will have the same feeling as her, and her girlfriend has another man who is more important than him in her heart. No man will take it.

However, Kate is Kate after all, and Reid is Reid. She would never have thought that Lucida would find a different man to be her boyfriend in the future. Even knowing this fact, he didn't back down, this is the difference between him and Kate, Kate backed down, she didn't dare to love Neal anymore, while Reid continued to love despite all obstacles, so Kate didn't get happiness in the end, and Lucida got it.

[Can you bear the fact that the woman you love has a man more important than you? 】【Why not? ] A long time later, when Spencer Reid answered this question, he was very straightforward: [I will love her twice as much until I become the most important thing in her heart. If I shrink back, then I am nothing in her heart , which is even worse. 】 Lucida is luckier than Kate Moreau not because of the love of the owner, Neal, but because there is a man who will insist on loving her. An unshakable heart and an obsessive, almost paranoid affection for a person are enough.

******

"So, how do we steal that painting?"

Moz walked back and forth three times, the two people sitting on the sofa were too leisurely, Lucida was very comfortable in the corner of the sofa, and Neal was more enjoying lying on Lucida's lap, Moz squinted his eyes Frowning and tearing the corners of his mouth, he muttered: "You've already drank three glasses of whiskey, do you want to sleep over and discuss it with Freud?"

"Oh, my dreams are beautiful dreams that even Freud couldn't decipher."

Neal poured himself another glass, raised his glass slightly, as if toasting Lucida, a charming smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth: "well, this doesn't require such a grand plan, we still have the old plan, PlanA .”

PlanA, Moz exhaled forcefully, this is really a tricky way to play, draw a picture that is exactly the same, and then remove the bag, but...

"Isn't that painting only alive for 10 minutes, how can I imitate it?"

Although Moz did not enter the scene, he also has various sources of news. The marionette was only in the world for 10 minutes, and it was not enough to see the painting clearly.

As soon as he finished asking, Moz felt that he had really asked a stupid question. Neal and Lucida looked at him at the same time, showing similar chuckles. Their smiles were crazy and similar, and even the words they said were exactly the same , The two said in unison: "Moz, is this the first day you know us? That painting is here now." The two pointed to their heads frivolously, "10 minutes is enough."

Moz couldn't help curling his lips into a smile, yes, it wasn't the first day he knew these two guys, and when these two are combined, nothing can be difficult for them.

A painting, two people are painting, but there is only one painting style. If Lucida usually paints a painting alone, then her technique is slightly different from Neal, but when two people paint a painting, Lucida will imitate Neal and imitate Sargent's technique to imitate, such ability is terrible.

It took Neal and Lucida one night to draw the marionette, and then put it in the oven for several hours to age the paint. True imitation is done.

Lucida and Neal put on their gowns again, this time to attend the handover ceremony party, right in the museum, which is also the best chance to steal this painting. Of course, the job of stealing is given to Moz, and the replacement of the fake is also his task, because among them, Moz lockpicking technology is the best.

"Look, Neal, do you think these people are like marionettes, manipulated by the status quo in America."

Lucida smiled lowly, the sarcastic words were so mischievous by her, Neal raised his eyebrows with his hands in his pockets, the man's handsome face was attractive enough just from the side, he curled his lips into a chuckle: "Aren't they people who control the status quo in the United States?"

Everyone present has a certain status in the United States. Some of them are often seen on TV, and some people often hear their names. Lucida and Neal began to comment on each other's clothes with great interest. No, there is no hard work on Moz's side at all.

"Hey~ you two~"

Lucida and Neal had a mini bluetooth headset plugged into their ears. The three of them were on the phone all the time. Moz's shout came from the other end of the phone. Lucida and Neal adjusted their posture and listened carefully to what Moz said. Moz In trouble.

"Guys, I'm in trouble."

Moz's voice seemed a little weak, and Neal said amusedly, "Wow, what's going to bother you?"

Neal is absolutely sure of Moz's ability, and Neal is really curious about Moz saying 'in trouble'.

"I found the safe where the painting was placed, but do you know that all the safes in this museum are voice recognition, my dear friends, I can open the lock, but the voice will not change, no wonder there is no security here. "

Moz was just thinking about it at the end, Lucida and Neal looked at each other, Lucida puffed up her cheeks and gloated: "Wow, how long ago was the last time we encountered a voice recognition safe?"

"Three years, but that safe is still an experimental product, and it can be opened with a single knock."

Neal shrugged his shoulders, without the anxiety of 'being in trouble' at all, the man took two glasses of champagne from the plate of the waiter who passed by, handed one to Lucida, and said with a soft smile: "It's your turn, Lucida." As he spoke, he clinked glasses with Lucida. The crisp sound was like a blessing. Lucida raised his chin and walked towards the curator of the Metropolitan Museum of Art—Mr. Tours.

"Hi, Mr. Tours, I'm Eleanore Murphy from Metlife, nice to meet you."

The woman walked gracefully in front of Tours. Tours looked the woman up and down, and smiled, "Oh, you are the person in charge of that insurance company in New York. You are so young."

The curator is close to 50 years old, but because of the good maintenance, he looks only in his 40s. Tours looks straight at Lucida and smiles. He has always liked such a young man with a promising career.

"Guys, I'm still missing tuh, Eh, Kuh, Ah, Eff, ooh, Nh, Kh, Sh, some pronunciations."

Moz's voice came from the Bluetooth headset, Lucida's expression remained unchanged, and her smile deepened. The woman raised a beautiful smile and said slowly, "Is this marionette insured?"

"Oh, baby, you are late. Mr. Campbell has already insured this painting. This painting has never been seen, but it is highly insured."

Lucida blinked: "Have you confirmed that it's genuine?"

"of course."

Hearing this sentence, Lucida smiled with satisfaction, but she continued: "We all want to share in this kind of thing."

"Well, Metlife is also good. I will consider your security when we hold an exhibition next time."

Said, Tours took Lucida's hand, and printed a light kiss on the back of her hand.

"Thank you."

Lucida curled up her mouth and smiled briskly, but Moz's words still sounded in her ears: "Well, although you let him speak most of the pronunciation, eff is still missing, Sh..."

"I'll do this."

Neal, who was standing not far away, suddenly laughed. The man raised a sly smile, and then quickly hid it. He walked towards Lucida quickly, and then raised his hand and walked fiercely on Tours' face without hesitation. After punching her, she said plausibly, "Hey! Don't touch her!"

This time, not only Tours was stunned, but even Lucida was stunned, my God, when did Neal become so simple and rude?

"Who are you? Why are you beating someone?!"

At this time, Neal put on an innocent expression again, put his arms around Lucida and said apologetically, "Sorry, I got it wrong, I thought you were going to moles her."

With that said, Neal took Lucida and turned to leave, "Hey, Neal, there are still a few pronunciations missing..."

Before Lucida finished speaking, she heard Tours shouting behind her: "Whatasonof..."

"Wow, it's all there, thank you both for your cooperation."

Moz's voice sounded again, and Lucida had nothing to say.

******

"Sure enough, it's a Sargent painting, and it's even more charming when viewed up close."

The pair of marionettes hang in the hall, and the painting that should have hung in the Metropolitan Museum of Art is now hanging on the wall of an apartment in New York. Two men toast each other and stand in front of the painting. , Lucida yawned and said to the two without energy: "You guys continue to admire, I'm going to sleep."

Talking about the woman walking upstairs, Neal turned his head and saluted with the wine glass in his hand. The man said softly, "Good night."

"Good night, Neal, Moz."

Watching the woman make a turn at the stairs, Neal looked away, and he flirted with Moz: "Moz, take out the painting I bought at the auction."

"..."

The next day, when Lucida woke up, she found that there was an extra object beside the bed, which was a kraft paper rolled up with a ribbon, and a card was attached beside it, which said: [Happy birthday, my dear Lucida. 】

Lucida opened the roll of kraft paper, and Lucida couldn't help laughing. This gift was the painting that Neal bought at the auction that day, worth 22000. So it was bought as a birthday present for her? Lucida pursed her lips slightly with a smile on her face, well, it would be great to have a gift or something.

Lucida walked downstairs, the man who had always been good to her was drinking coffee elegantly and reading the newspaper, Lucida walked to Neal's side and gave him a hug: "Thank you Neal, I like the gift very much."

As long as it is given by this man, she likes it very much.

It is not the price of the gift, but the thought.

Neal put down his coffee cup and smiled softly: "Just as long as you like it." After speaking, Neal added: "You will like it."

At this time, Moz came over with a tangled expression, as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't say anything, he looked at Neal, Neal raised his eyebrows and looked at him, he curled his lips and didn't intend to speak.

"Of course, aside from the fact that you bought the painting with 22000, I really like this painting."

Lucida curled her lips and smiled, and the woman went upstairs excitedly: "I'll go and hide her."

The woman's childishness made Neal chuckle, and when Lucida reached the turn on the second floor, Neal suddenly said, "Lucida..."

"kindness?"

"You know I won't lie to you." Neal's charming eyes looked at Lucida upstairs with a fatal attraction, the man smiled gracefully, and uttered ambiguous and affectionate words: "You know I love you."

Lucida froze for a moment, and the random woman smiled: "Of course, you also know that I won't lie to you, Neal, I love you too."

Between these two people, love is not love, it is deeper than friendship, shallower than love, this kind of relationship is like warm water...

Just right.

"……you……"

Moz finally couldn't help but opened his mouth, seeing Neal's look of hating iron and steel, Moz didn't admit that he was jealous: "You are too kind to her!"

"Is there?"

"No? You gave her all the paintings!"

"It's just a painting, Moz."

Moz raised his voice and wanted to punch a hole in the man's head: "That's not an ordinary painting!!!"

******

"Moz, bring out that painting I bought at the auction."

Last night, Neal and Moz authenticated the painting bought at auction.

Neal judged from the color, brush strokes, and techniques a little bit, and Moz excitedly clenched his fist beside him: "How! Is it his painting?! Is it authentic!"

Neal did not speak for a full two hours, and took a pair of magnifying glasses to observe back and forth on the old brown paper. After a long time, Neal raised his head and showed a relaxed smile: "From the way the hair is gathered under the headband, the color The transitions, the precise lines, and the distinctive left-handed brushstrokes of the shadows, should be his words, you can't be wrong."

"Ha!" Moz couldn't help laughing out loud, and then he couldn't help asking again: "Are you sure?!"

"I'm sure." Neal showed his charming smile, and he said word by word: "I'm sure, this is a painting by Leonardo da Vinci."

It has been 75 years since the last identification of Da Vinci's masterpiece. Since 75 years, no Da Vinci's authentic work has appeared. He has never heard of Da Vinci's painting on kraft paper. Neal resolutely bought it This painting was due to a guess in his mind. Perhaps it was a picture of Da Vinci's words. The guess at the time was absurd and bold, but he had to admit that Neal Caffrey made the right gamble this time.

"The value of this painting will reach hundreds of millions in ten years!"

Moz rubbed his hands excitedly, but the next moment, his enthusiasm was shattered by Neal's words.

"Indeed, but I'm already planning to give this painting to Lucida as a birthday present."

Moz's expression was contorted.

Give a painting that will be worth hundreds of millions in the future as a birthday present, why don't you give yourself away!

A long time later, in the eyes of Moz, Lucida is like a small mobile treasury, with hundreds of millions on the top of the girl's head.