Everyone sat for a while, and when they were about to leave, Uncle Ji seemed to remember that he had another thing to do.
"Comrade Song, the truth is, I heard Quan You say you saved him from a strong man. I wonder if you still remember him? If it's convenient, could you please recall his features so I can record them and find him later."
Song Jin glanced at Zhao Youquan.
Uncle Ji noticed her look and thought she was wondering why she didn't ask his nephew.
He was a little embarrassed, but then he gritted his teeth and took out the portrait from his pocket.
While handing it to Song Jin, he said
"Look, this is the suspect I drew based on the description of the person with authority. But as you can see, I think the description might be a little off. Looking for someone like this is like looking for a needle in a haystack. So I thought I'd ask you again. If you remember, we can draw a new one, and that will help us catch the suspect faster."
The moment Song Jin saw the painting, he almost laughed out loud, but the twitch on his face did not escape the eyes of those present.
They also laughed every time they watched it.
They can understand.
Song Jin wanted to ask Zhao Youquan who he imagined this person to be.
At this time, she had not yet thought about Uncle Ji's painting skills. Perhaps she subconsciously thought that a portrait artist from the Public Security Bureau could not be so bad.
Think about a drama I once watched on modern TV called "Hunting Crime Picture Book". The appearance and painting skills were so vivid.
This has gone off topic. The corners of Song Jin's mouth twitched for a long time, but he managed to hold back his laughter.
Hong Yangyang was not at home last night. When he came back today, everyone talked about what happened to him yesterday, but no one mentioned that a portrait was drawn based on Zhao Youquan's description, so she came over to take a look out of curiosity.
I burst out laughing instantly.
"Hahahaha... Is this... is this a painting of a person? Are there really people like this? Oh my, I'm dying of laughter..."
Song Jin couldn't help laughing, and everyone present started laughing.
After a moment, Song Jin memorized the main elements of the painting. These couldn't be wrong; they had to be consistent with Zhao Youquan's. For example, the flowers on the clothes, the afro, and the weapon in his hand. What the hell is this?
Does it look like a sickle? But why is it so short? What did Zhao Youquan say? Did he specifically emphasize the short sickle?
Song Jin was overwhelmed.
Also, why are the words "soy sauce" written on clothes?
What should she say when she says this?
Could it be that he is wearing a flowery cotton-padded jacket with "soy sauce" written on the front?
What's wrong with this Zhao Youquan? Who in their right mind would write "soy sauce" on their clothes?
No, I have to find a way to find out, otherwise I'll be exposed.
She pretended to be amused and asked Zhao Youquan: "What does it mean that there is soy sauce written on this shirt? Did he write anything on his shirt? I don't think I noticed it, haha..."
Uncle Ji spoke directly
"Oh, that one, I marked it myself for easy remembering. I have the right to say that the man was a strong man, as strong as the soy sauce jar at the supply and marketing cooperative, so I marked it specifically."
Song Brocade…………
It's totally off the mark?!
But seeing that Uncle Ji had already taken out paper and pen, looking eager to try, and looking at her expectantly, she could only sigh in her heart.
I kept thinking about the image of an afro, and I also had to look like a decent person.
Suddenly I thought of a movie I had seen before, but I don’t remember which movie it was. There seemed to be a similar image in it.
A household name actor and a powerful film star, he starred in a drama set during the Anti-Japanese War, the story of a man and a cow.
Let's just pick him. We can't find anyone else now anyway, so just describe him.
I just feel a bit sorry for him as he has to play a bad guy this time.
He's a big, strong bad guy who's as big as a soy sauce jar.
Song Jin began to describe.
"His hair was very dirty and messy, a little long and frizzy, and he looked totally unkempt.
His face was also dusty and his lips were chapped.
She was wearing a dirty, torn cotton-padded jacket. Hmm… The patch on the jacket had some small floral patterns on it…
The lapel is a slanting one with a little fur.
There are two buttons on the shoulders.
Eyebrows, they are a little short, thicker in the front and thinner in the back, like... well... like tadpoles and commas.
His eyes are not very big, his cheekbones are prominent, his mouth is a little big, and his teeth are yellow.
He was wearing ordinary black cotton pants, which were also covered with patches.
The shoes on your feet..."
Song Jin glanced at the painting in his hand, not understanding why one was bigger than the other, and the other was splayed outwards.
She continued despite herself.
"The shoes on his feet were also those ordinary black cloth shoes, tattered and full of patches. It just looked a bit out of place, like they were different. I didn't notice anything else."
Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, Uncle Ji asked.
"Where are the tools in your hand?"
Song Jin thought of the sickle-like object in the painting.
Said with a stiff hair:
"He was holding a sickle, but I kicked it away. I didn't pay much attention to it. I just remember that he seemed to be holding a sickle in his hand."
Watching Uncle Ji painting without hesitation, Song Jin applauded his own cleverness.
She is such a clever little girl.
After watching Uncle Ji tinker with the painting for a long time and finally finish it, Song Jin couldn't wait to go forward and see the painting.
I’m going to meet the movie star!!!
result…………
She was shocked!
this……
Is this really drawn based on her description?
She doesn't want to take the blame?
At that moment she understood why the painting looked like that.
It turns out that it wasn’t that Zhao Youquan couldn’t describe it, but that the portrait artist in front of him was not professional enough!
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