"Okay, send the photos taken by the surveillance cameras to my phone. Also, I need photos taken by several eyewitnesses to help me draw it."

"You guys go and ask around to see if there were any eyewitnesses," the officer instructed his subordinates.

"The owner of the car over there reportedly took the picture. Ms. Lu, would you please go and retrieve it from the owner yourself? We don't have enough manpower available, and we need help with the rescue."

“Okay.” Lu Zhiwei, holding her sketchbook, walked briskly toward the car the police had mentioned.

It was a black Maybach, and the body was dented from the impact.

They should also be victims of this accident.

He knocked on the car window: "Hello sir, I heard you took pictures of the perpetrator at the scene. May I take a look?"

The car window slowly rolled down.

A sharply defined profile came into Lu Zhiwei's view.

Because Lu Zhiwei works as a profiler, she cannot use facial disguises and always appears with her true face when she is with the police.

When their eyes met.

At that moment, a wave of heat swept over the street.

It felt like a blow to my heart.

The person in the car was Shen Jinmo.

He saw her at the same time.

At the exhibition, she appeared as the senior Lu Ming, and because of her disguise, no one recognized her.

But now, she is using her true face.

Shen Jinmo woke up from her hospital bed a year ago. The Shen Group had released a news report about it, which she happened to pay attention to.

To Lu Zhiwei's surprise,

They officially reunited four years later.

His face was expressionless.

She simply pulled out her phone, opened the picture, and handed it out the car window: "Is one look enough? If you can't remember it, just take a picture with your phone. I'm in a hurry!"