Back in Wei Liangbi's office, Ning Zhiheng laughed and said, "Senior brother, you really went too far this time. You've really ripped Qian Zhong off. He must be heartbroken, hahaha!"

Wei Liangbi was also in a good mood. He walked to his desk, plopped down in his chair, stretched, and said smugly, "What's this? He's just blind! I'll make him regret it so he'll learn his lesson next time. He even dared to renege on our money. A scoundrel, his eyes turn green with greed. Without a position of authority, would he be where he is today?"

Wei Liangbi was always arrogant and despised those who rose to power through nepotism, especially the greedy Qian Zhong!

Ning Zhiheng also sat in the chair, his fingers tapping incessantly on the armrest. He pondered for a moment and said, "When we left just now, it seemed that Huang Xiansheng was already at his limit."

Such an important prisoner dying at his hands, even if he succumbs to his injuries, will still draw a reprimand from the section chief. That greedy man will be in for a world of trouble!

Ning Zhiheng was in high spirits, having achieved his goal. He had timed his attack on Huang Xiansheng perfectly this time.

Qian Zhong had already tampered with the medicine for Huang Xiansheng's wounds. Therefore, he had been waiting for Huang Xiansheng to die. The specific cause of death would certainly be covered up, and an autopsy would not be performed.

An autopsy would easily reveal the problem with the medication on Huang Xiansheng's wounds.

In this way, no one would notice Huang Xiansheng's broken throat, which inadvertently provided cover for Ning Zhiheng.

Because no one would have expected that someone would actually kill Huang Xiansheng, who was already certain of death. Wasn't this unnecessary? It's utterly inexplicable. Yet, Ning Zhiheng did just that!

Because it simply doesn't make sense logically. Therefore, Ning Zhiheng isn't worried at all that anyone will trace it back to him.

Ning Zhihong and Wei Liangbi talked for a while longer. Then Ning Zhihong said that he had been on the train all night and was really tired, so he needed to go back and rest.

Wei Liangbi knew that he was very tired from rushing back to Jinling day and night, so he quickly told him to go home and rest.

Ning Zhiheng left the Military Intelligence Bureau and rushed home without a moment's delay. Once inside, he quickly locked the door and took out some white paper and a pencil from a drawer.

He wanted to take advantage of the moment when his memory was clear and quickly sketch out the portrait of the young officer in Huang Xiansheng's memory.

Ning Zhiheng's painting skills are indeed outstanding, especially in the last few years of his previous life, when he practiced constantly and his painting skills improved instead of regressed!

Last time at Liu Molin's house, he reconstructed Huang Xiansheng's portrait based solely on the couple's memories, and the portrait bore an almost 90% resemblance to the real Huang Xiansheng.

The images of the characters were directly imprinted in his mind, making it simple and intuitive for him, allowing him to write with effortless ease.

It took about two hours to perfectly and accurately present the young officer's appearance.

He carefully filled in and revised parts, making it increasingly resemble the real person. Finally, satisfied, he put down his paintbrush; it could be said that it was almost identical to the person in his memory!

Then he suddenly remembered the middle-aged Japanese officer in the third picture in Huang Xiansheng's memory.

It was clearly his superior; this person must have been a high-ranking intelligence chief within the Special Higher Police. Perhaps a portrait should have been taken of him, though this should be an image from Huang Xiansheng's memory, from about twenty years ago. This man should now be about twenty years older than he appears in his memory.

However, it doesn't matter. Generally speaking, although people get older, their facial features and the distance between their eyebrows and eyes don't change much.

Putting aside the changes in skin laxity and weight, if Ning Zhiheng were to see this person now, he could easily use the image from twenty years ago to find the source and perhaps even gain something from it in the future!

Ning Zhiheng is an extremely cautious person. He is unwilling to overlook any clue, no matter how small.

In particular, everyone in Huang Xiansheng's memory is someone he values ​​highly. Perhaps one day in the future, they will play a significant role.

So he picked up his paintbrush again and, based on the image in his memory, depicted the portrait of the middle-aged Japanese officer with a mustache.

Finally, he took out another piece of white paper, thinking of drawing the woman's face in the photograph held by the young officer in the fifth picture in his memory.

However, the impression he had in his memory was not clear. It took him a long time to barely manage to draw a portrait of the woman, but it still felt blurry and somewhat different from his true impression.

Later, he thought about it and realized what was going on. Ning Zhiheng had glimpsed Huang Xiansheng's life memories. Therefore, the images of the people who had left a deep impression on Huang Xiansheng were relatively clear and vivid.

This shows that the middle-aged Japanese officer and the young Chinese officer were people he frequently came into contact with, which is why he remembered them so vividly.

However, Huang Xiansheng's memory of the woman in the photo was rather vague; he could only vaguely recall that she was quite beautiful and pretty. But when he tried to recall more details, the memory became less clear. This suggests that Huang Xiansheng was not familiar with this woman, or had had little contact with her.

This resulted in Ning Zhiheng having an unclear impression of the woman. Consequently, the portrait he drew was somewhat distorted and far inferior to the previous two paintings!

He placed the three paintings together and examined them carefully. He then put away the portraits of the middle-aged Japanese officer and the woman in the photograph.

The only image that remained was that of the young Chinese officer. He closed his eyes and began to carefully recall the five scenes he had witnessed that day.

The first image clearly depicts Huang Xiansheng's childhood. He is wearing a kimono and strolling along a mountain path with his mother, which undoubtedly confirms that he is Japanese.

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