As soon as Jiang Shixun finished speaking, he was scolded: "Hey, you said you are a comrade, so what do you mean by adding the word old? Am I old?"
Jiang Shixun looked at his gray hair silently, speechless.
But he still hoped to find the person through this old man, so how could he dare to be presumptuous? So he quickly apologized: "This comrade's lesson is that you are not old at all!"
"Hmph!" The old man snorted, his tone rather arrogant. Then he looked at Jiang Zhiying and asked, "Is this little fat girl your child?"
Jiang Shixun couldn't understand why the topic turned to Jiang Zhiying when they were clearly talking about the man who ran away in panic.
But in order to get a clue, he nodded to give face: "She is Zhuzhu, my daughter."
The old man laughed and said, "Oh, round and smooth like a pearl, that's a good name. No wonder you are so round."
Jiang Zhiying pouted in dissatisfaction: "!!!" You are the chubby one! Your whole family is chubby!
Isn't she just a little healthier than other children? How can you say such nonsense?
He is so old, yet he bullies a little girl like her. How shameless is he!
As a result, the old man saw her unhappy look and burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, this little fat girl is really interesting!"
Jiang Zhiying was so angry that she wanted to hit him!
She gritted her teeth and decisively fell into Jiang Shixun's arms: "Wow, Dad, he bullied me!"
The old man suddenly became anxious: "Hey, don't cry, I didn't do anything to you, why do you say that?"
Jiang Zhiying: "Wow——"
The old man panicked even more: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, okay? Stop crying! I..."
He listened to Jiang Zhiying crying and quickly asked Jiang Shixun for help: "I'll give you that person's painting, and you tell her to stop crying!"
Jiang Shixun was shocked when he heard this: "How did you get his paintings?"
The old man said as a matter of course: "Who are you looking down on? Of course I painted it! Why, can't I paint? It's just a painting, right? Everyone has a hobby."
After he finished speaking, he quickly took out a notebook from his bag, turned to one of the pages, tore off a character sketch and handed it to Jiang Shixun.
Jiang Shixun quickly took it and took a closer look, realizing that the painting indeed depicted a panicked man. Although it was only a sketch and the details were rough, the painting was very vivid, capturing not only the man's appearance but also his spirit.
Even the man's clothes were drawn.
He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, a pair of leather shoes, his hair was parted in the middle, and he was holding a black leather bag in his hand.
Overall, he is a very stylish young man and should have a good job.
It just so happens that this person is most likely the murderer who attacked Zhao Lingzhi.
Jiang Shixun thought of this and was afraid that he had made a mistake, so he asked the old man: "Comrade, when did you draw this picture?"
The old man said angrily, "He was walking in a hurry before and didn't apologize after bumping into me. I saw that he looked flustered and thought there was something wrong with him, so I drew this."
After a pause, he continued, "I heard that a young girl upstairs got into trouble? Could it be him who did it? Are you a police officer? This painting must be handed over to the police! You try to coax this girl..."
When he said this, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The little fat girl was not crying!
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