Chapter 85 Kyoto
◎Ji Zhao, you have to help me◎
After leaving Hunan Finance School, Zhao Xiangwan went directly to the Municipal Bureau.
As soon as I entered the office building, I was greeted warmly: "Sister Reading Mind is here?"
After the Jia Shendu case, thanks to Zhu Feipeng's promotion, the nickname "Mind-Reading Sister" spread.
Fortunately, everyone just thinks that she can use micro-expression behavior to guess people's minds and identify lies, and no one suspects that she can read minds.
Zhao Xiangwan nodded with a smile, greeted the police officers from the Municipal Public Security Bureau, knocked on the door of the deputy director's office, looked at Xu Songling sitting behind the large desk, and called out, "Master."
Xu Songling was very happy to see her. He stood up and poured her a cup of tea, motioned for her to sit down, and began to care about her study and life like a parent.
"How are your sophomore major courses going?"
"Are you getting along well with your roommates?"
"Do you have enough meal tickets? Do you have enough money?"
After that, he opened the drawer and took out an envelope and handed it to Zhao Xiangwan: "The murder case of Jia Shendu has been solved. This is the bonus issued by the Municipal Bureau. It is a reward based on merit. You also have 200 yuan. Take it."
Zhao Xiangwan happily took it and put it in his pocket.
I can do what I like and make money at the same time, which makes me feel very satisfied.
After a few pleasantries, Xu Songling finally got to the point: "What brings you here to see me today?"
Zhao Xiangwan asked: "Master, a vicious case occurred at Kyoto University of International Business and Economics. A female college student was murdered on a rainy night. Have you heard about it?"
Xu Songling nodded: "The bureau held a meeting today and asked us to contact the security departments of all the universities and colleges. We must strengthen campus patrols, especially night patrols, to protect the property and lives of teachers and students."
Zhao Xiangwan said: "The girl who was murdered, Wen Qianyu, was the roommate of my friend Jiang Tinglan. Jiang Tinglan, do you remember her?"
Xu Songling thought for a moment and said, "Is it the girl who lived with you for a few days during that summer vacation? You had dinner at home that day, and when I sent you back, she was waiting for you at the gate of the Municipal Bureau."
Zhao Xiangwan hummed.
Xu Songling sighed, "It can't be helped. Please ask Jiang to mourn. Girls should go out with friends at night to avoid accidents."
Zhao Xiangwan directly stated his purpose: "Master, I want to take Ji Zhao with me to participate in the investigation of this case. Do you have any ideas?"
Xu Songling looked at her seriously: "Do you think you are a wandering knight? Do you want to take action when you see injustice? The Kyoto police attach great importance to this case. Their criminal investigation technology team
There are professional criminal simulation portrait artists who are definitely more professional than Ji Zhao. Don't worry, the murderer will be caught."
However, Zhao Xiangwan knew that regardless of whether the painter was involved or not, the case would remain unsolved for more than 20 years.
Zhao Xiangwan continued to persuade, "Master, please let me have a try. I have heard the details of this case from Jiang Tinglan, and several classmates in our dormitory have also discussed it. We think it is more of a passion homicide. As you know, passion homicide is the most difficult type of homicide to detect. Regardless of whether it is useful or not, it is meaningful for me to learn, right? Didn't you say that I am a criminal genius? Geniuses need more polish, right?
You know Ji Zhao's portrait skills. There are not many criminal portrait painters in our public security system. They can draw portraits based on witnesses' statements, and sketch black and white portraits. If they are 70% or 80% like, it's very good. Ji Zhao is different. He is a talented hyperrealist painter. He can draw the appearance of this person ten or twenty years ago through bone structure, and can also draw the other person's soul based on oral description. Not only is the appearance similar, but what is more rare is the spirit. With his participation, maybe we can make a contribution?"
Xu Songling still refused to give in: "We are a local, and that is Kyoto. I don't have the ability to easily place people in the Xishan District Public Security Bureau."
Once Zhao Xiangwan wanted to do something, he was very determined: "Then you call Director Miao Hui of the Provincial Department and ask her to coordinate. She is from the Criminal Technology Center of the Provincial Department. Send Ji Zhao and me out for internships to help, right?"
Xu Songling was so angry that he laughed: "You are good at commanding people. You asked me to call Director Miao! Aren't you very familiar with her? Why don't you go to the provincial department to find her directly?"
Zhao Xiangwan smiled and said, "You are my master, so of course you have to coordinate this matter."
This flattery was well done. Xu Songling felt refreshed and waved his hand, saying, "You go back first and come home in the evening."
This scene looks familiar, just like in the 1986 version of Journey to the West, when the master saw Sun Wukong late at night and said meaningfully: "You monkey, why are you here, awake in the middle of the night?"
It looks like there's hope! Zhao Xiangwan stopped and saluted, then said "yes" and went back to prepare.
In the evening, Zhao Xiangwan arrived at Zhou Qiaoxiu's house as promised.
It was still the old school building, still with the simple school furniture. The desks, bunk beds, and wardrobes were all made of pine wood, painted yellow, with codes written on them, and could be picked up from the Equipment Section of the Logistics Department.
The biggest luxury in the whole room is a tape recorder placed on the cabinet at the door.
As soon as Zhao Xiangwan entered the house, he heard cheerful and melodious songs coming from the tape recorder.
"Mother's kiss, sweet kiss, makes me miss it till now——"
The singing was interspersed with the childish chorus of little Xu Zhenbao.
Seeing Zhao Xiangwan, Xu Zhenbao ran over with open arms and called out in a crisp voice: "Sister, sister!"
Zhao Xiangwan bent down and picked her up, smiling and asked, "Baby, what did you learn in kindergarten today?"
Xu Zhenbao smiled with his eyebrows curved: "Little conch, blow it..."
Zhao Xiangwan praised: "Great!"
Zhou Qiaoxiu brought her slippers and asked her to change into them: "Xiang Wan, your teacher said you need to take a week off, is that true? You are still a student, you can't delay your studies."
When Zhao Xiangwan heard her words, he knew that Xu Songling had already arranged everything, and he let out a long sigh: "Yes. Teacher Zhou, don't worry, I will go early and come back early, and make up for the missed classes when I come back."
Zhou Qiaoxiu is not a professional teacher. She works as a teaching secretary in the department office and is also the head teacher of the 1991 criminal investigation major. She pays great attention to students' grades and daily performance. I heard from Xu Songling that Zhao Xiangwan was sent to assist in a case, and he also said a few words to him, saying that it was a waste of time. Zhao Xiangwan is only a sophomore. Students should focus on studying. It is not enough to be busy with cases in one summer vacation. It is really too much to ask her to participate in the new semester.
Zhao Xiangwan glanced at Zhou Qiaoxiu and knew what she was worried about: "Zhang Yalan's notes are very good. After I came back, I borrowed her notes to compare with the textbook and study on my own. If there is something I don't understand, I will ask my classmates. If my classmates don't understand, I will ask the teacher for help."
Zhou Qiaoxiu felt relieved after hearing her well-organized arrangements. After giving her a few more instructions, she let her go to the room to talk to Xu Songling.
Xu Songling handed her a letter of introduction and two train sleeper tickets: "You have made a good fate. When Miao Hui heard that it was your idea, she immediately contacted the Kyoto police and issued a letter of introduction, introducing you and Ji Zhao to go to Kyoto to observe and study as interns of the Provincial Department's Criminal Investigation Technology Center. Qin Yongbing, the head of the Criminal Investigation Team and the head of the Serious Case Team of the Xishan District Public Security Bureau, is Miao Hui's friend and the person in charge of this case. You and Ji Zhao will follow him."
Zhao Xiangwan smiled and took the introduction letter and the ticket: "Thank you, Master."
This was the first time that Ji Zhao had been away from home for such a long time, and he was going to Kyoto, thousands of miles away. Ji Jinmao was a little worried. He also had a hotel in Kyoto, so he called the hotel manager to pick him up and arrange for him to stay in the hotel. Everything was arranged properly and in an orderly manner.
October is a golden autumn in Kyoto, with clear skies and crisp weather. It is a great time of year.
When the people at the Four Seasons Hotel in Kyoto saw the black card in Zhao Xiangwan's hand and the manager's instructions, they were naturally respectful and enthusiastic. They prepared a presidential suite facing the lake, which was luxurious, exquisite and comfortable, and opened the eyes of the country boy Zhao Xiangwan.
Ji Zhao was already used to this kind of service, and ignored people coldly. Zhao Xiangwan had heard a lot of people's voices, and was not a warm and gentle person. After the two of them settled in the Four Seasons Hotel, they attracted all kinds of speculations from the waiters.
"Ji? Is he a relative of our president?"
"But the person who got the black card is named Zhao. She is not even 20 years old yet and has such strength. I am so jealous."
"With this demeanor, you can tell at first glance that he is from a wealthy family. Sigh! He is born with a good life."
Zhao Xiangwan opened the closet on one wall and found it was full of clothes, both men's and women's.
Ji Zhao's clothing is elegant and artistic, designed, made or purchased by his mother Luo Danfeng. Luo Danfeng hung up her son's clothes in the closet of the suite in advance for the first time he was away from home. In addition, she specially prepared several sets of simple and pure-colored high-end clothes for Zhao Xiangwan.
Ji Zhao picked out some clothes casually, a white shirt, black pants, and black sneakers. Even the simplest colors could not hide his handsomeness.
He glanced at Zhao Xiangwan, took out a white shirt, dark green thin jacket, and khaki trousers and handed them over. Zhao Xiangwan was not particular about clothes, she would wear whatever Ji Zhao gave her, put on green canvas shoes, looked at herself in the mirror, and looked handsome and neat, and quite nice.
In the evening, the two of them, like a pair of people standing next to each other, appeared at the bottom of the girls' dormitory of Kyoto University of International Business and Economics at the same time.
When Jiang Tinglan saw them after class and returned to the dormitory, her eyes widened. She grabbed Zhao Xiangwan's hand and choked up, "Xiangwan, thank you, thank you!"
Jiang Tinglan couldn't sleep at all these past few days. When she closed her eyes, she could only hear Qianyu smiling and waving goodbye to her. She mechanically went to class according to the schedule, feeling like a wandering soul.
Jiang Tinglan was in deep regret and guilt. She hated herself for not being able to bear the chill at that time and had to leave the study room early, leaving Wen Qianyu alone there. If there were two girls, even if the criminals were fierce, there would be helpers and someone to shout, at least they could survive, right?
She felt extremely guilty. She had been abducted before, so she should know that although there are many good people in this world, bad people are like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark, and they will jump out and bite you when you are not paying attention. How could Wen Qianyu really leave after letting her go first? Why didn't she call her after she got home? If she had waited for her call, she might have found her earlier, and Wen Qianyu might not have drowned in the sewer.
After venting her emotions to Zhao Xiangwan on the phone, Jiang Tinglan never thought that Zhao Xiangwan would really come. To be honest, Jiang Tinglan felt that she had been bothering Zhao Xiangwan. It was she who saved her life and gave her the courage to start over, taking her in during the summer vacation and arranging an internship for her... Now, because Jiang Tinglan wanted Xiangwan to help her find the murderer as soon as possible, Zhao Xiangwan really came!
Jiang Tinglan could not suppress the surge of emotion and shame in her heart. She tightly grasped Zhao Xiangwan's hand and murmured, "I always bother you. I always bother you. From now on, as long as you can use me, I will do my best for you."
Zhao Xiangwan smiled and said, "Where did you learn these underworld jargons? You're still so shameless."
Jiang Tinglan cried and laughed at the same time, but she shook off her previous dejection and called Wen Qianyu's mother first, then insisted on inviting Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao to dinner. Zhao Xiangwan did not refuse and ate with her in the cafeteria, attracting a group of curious eyes.
Ji Zhao was used to being stared at by others, but he remained calm and aloof. He ate whatever Zhao Xiangwan gave him, and he was free and easy. Whether it was the university cafeteria, the police station cafeteria, or even the Four Seasons Hotel, he was still like this. What he ate was not important, what was important was that he could be with Zhao Xiangwan.
Jiang Tinglan sighed: "Xiang Wan, did you really bring Ji Zhao here?"
Zhao Xiangwan nodded.
Jiang Tinglan asked: "Can President Ji be assured?"
Zhao Xiangwan smiled, looking very relaxed: "I'm here, there's nothing to worry about."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Zhao nodded.
[Yes, Xiang Wan is here, I feel relieved. ]
The little skylark chirped twice in support.
Zhao Xiangwan looked at the shadows and bloodshot eyes of Jiang Tinglan and said, "I'm not too sure about you."
These words brought tears to Jiang Tinglan's eyes again.
Zhao Xiangwan gently comforted: "Wen Qianyu is dead, but we are still alive. Stop blaming yourself, you are not wrong, the ones who did evil are wrong. What we need to do is to cheer up and find out the beast who tried to hide in the crowd and live like nothing happened!"
As he spoke, Zhao Xiangwan's voice gradually became louder, filled with anger and strength.
Jiang Tinglan's eyes gradually brightened. Yes, she had been blaming herself and feeling guilty these past few days, and was in pain because good people were not rewarded. But... the guilty person was the murderer, and the one who should repent and go to hell was the beast!
"Xiang Wan, you are right." Jiang Tinglan stood up, and the whole person became energetic. "Let's go! Wen Qianyu's mother should have come. I will take you to meet her and learn more about the case."
When he saw Wen Qianyu's mother, Zhao Xiangwan felt a pang of sadness.
Wen Qianyu is just a junior this year, just turned 20 this year, and her mother should be only in her 40s. But when she saw Rao Xiang downstairs in the dormitory, he was hunched over, with gray hair, drooping eyes, and fine wrinkles around the corners of his mouth. He looked to be in his 50s.
Rao Xiang was nearly devastated by her daughter's murder. A loving mother's heart was in agony. If she hadn't had one obsession in her heart: to bring the murderer to justice, she would have been lying unconscious in a hospital bed like her husband.
As long as it can lead to catching the murderer, Rao Xiang will never miss any opportunity.
Rao Xiang kept expressing his gratitude, without showing any disdain for Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao because of their young age.
"I brought some photos of Qianqian. Is there anything else you need to know? Is there any way to find the murderer? As long as we can catch the bad guy and prevent him from hurting other girls..." As soon as the word "girl" came out of his mouth, Rao Xiang could no longer suppress the sadness in his heart, and his voice became choked with sobs.
"My daughter Qianqian is a good child. She is very sensible and considerate of us. She is studying international trade and has discussed with her father about studying abroad. After she has learned some skills, she will come back to do business with foreigners and make money from them. She studies really hard to learn English well and get good grades to win scholarships. I didn't expect that she would say that night that she would finish her hearing test before going home. I didn't, I didn't know she was coming back! If I knew she was coming back at night, I would definitely go to the station with her father to pick her up on a rainy day. Let alone rain, we would go even if it was slashing."
Zhao Xiangwan felt sad as he looked at his mother who remained decent despite being sad.
Zhao Chenyang once said that when the case was solved more than 20 years later, the mother did not complain to the police at all, but kept expressing her gratitude, thanking the police for their unremitting efforts and persistence, and thanking so many people for still remembering their daughter. She may have forgotten that the reason the police were so persistent was precisely because this mother had been asking questions and caring about her for more than 20 years.
Every once in a while, Rao Xiang would bring food to the Xishan District Public Security Bureau, share the food with the busy police officers, and tenderly care for their health. Before leaving, he would ask with tears in his eyes: "Has the person who killed my Qianqian been caught?"
No police officer would remain unmoved when faced with such a victim's family.
The police officers who handled the case all remember this case. Even after they retire, they will tell their colleagues who take over: "No matter how difficult it is, you must remember to keep all the information about this case. As long as you find a successful DNA match, you must continue the investigation!"
The reason why Zhao Xiangwan was so determined to intervene in this case was not only because she was also a girl and felt indignant, but also because of the persistence, tenacity and greatness of the mother in front of her.
Zhao Xiangwan, who never liked physical contact with people, slowly walked forward, opened his arms, and gently embraced Rao Xiang, saying in a firm voice: "Don't worry, we are all here to help you. We must catch the murderer! Make him pay with blood!"
The sweet fragrance of the young girl surrounded Rao Xiang, as if her own daughter had returned to her. Rao Xiang's tears slowly fell, and she raised her hands to hug Zhao Xiangwan back: "Okay."
[Thank you, you are all good girls, just like Qianqian in my family, very good girls. Although Qianqian is gone, you must live beautifully and healthily. ]
After everyone calmed down, Zhao Xiangwan, led by Rao Xiang and Jiang Tinglan, arrived at the crime scene.
In the evening, there was no rain and the setting sun cast a large expanse of golden color, adding a beautiful soft light to this beautiful campus.
The tall teaching building stands under the afterglow of the setting sun. The open and spacious lobby looks magnanimous and forgiving as young college students come in and out carrying their backpacks and textbooks.
The terrifying night that happened before did not leave any shadow here.
Listening to Jiang Tinglan's narration and arriving at the crime scene, Zhao Xiangwan gradually formed the outline of the criminal in his mind.
The windows of the south-facing classrooms on the first floor of the teaching building are very large and there are no curtains installed. When the lights are on at night, people standing in the empty square in front of the teaching building can clearly see the people in the classrooms.
Zhao Xiangwan asked: "Was it raining heavily that night?"
Jiang Tinglan nodded: "When we first went out, the rain was not heavy, but it started to get heavier around eight o'clock. I remember looking up at that time, it was pitch black outside, and the rain was hitting the glass, making a clacking sound."
Zhao Xiangwan glanced at her and said, "You said that you left at nine because you were only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and felt cold. Since it was raining when you went out, why didn't you wear a coat?"
Jiang Tinglan lowered her eyes: "I, I only have a thin coat, which I washed that day and is not dry yet."
After solving one question, Zhao Xiangwan continued to ask,
"What was Wen Qianyan wearing that day?"
"She was wearing a black knitted vest with a white cape over it and jeans."
"Where are the shoes?"
"White sneakers with laces."
Wen Qianyu in the photo is of medium height, with a fit body and a well-proportioned figure. She is full of youthfulness and is indeed very attractive.
Standing on the flowerbed in front of the teaching building, looking at the classroom. The teaching building is 60 centimeters higher than the outdoor floor. There are three steps leading to the lobby, and the edge of the window is 90 centimeters away from the indoor floor. Zhao Xiangwan moved his feet, constantly changing his position, and finally stopped at the edge of a flowerbed: "I want to see the students sitting in the classroom clearly. This person is very tall, I guess..."
Zhao Xiangwan dragged Ji Zhao over and asked him, "Can you see clearly the faces of the students sitting by the window?"
[You can see the chest area. ]
Ji Zhao nodded.
Zhao Xiangwan said: "The murderer is very tall, about 1.8 meters tall."
Jiang Tinglan nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, the police came to investigate and found footprints in the grass near the sewer. They also said something similar. Now the boys around 1.8 meters tall in our school are very nervous. In order to prove their innocence, they even asked everyone to do a DNA test for comparison."
By the way, the Criminal Technology Center established by Miao Hui introduced the most advanced DNA testing technology from Kyoto, so the technical level of the Kyoto Xishan District Public Security Bureau in this area should be very high. Wen Qianyu was raped, and the other party's semen was left in her body, so there was a DNA sample. It was this important clue that allowed the unsolved case to be solved after more than 20 years.
After confirming the other person's height, Zhao Xiangwan went around to the sewer in the teaching building where the body was found.
A cordon has been set up here, and school security guards are guarding it to prevent outsiders from approaching.
From a distance, the sewer is located on the north side of the teaching building. After exiting the back door, there is a cement road with flowers and plants on both sides. However, because it is located on the inner side of the U-shaped building, it is usually neglected and there are a lot of weeds among the flowers and plants, and the sewer is hidden here.
This is indeed a management loophole. Usually, no one comes here, and the security guards will not pay attention to this place at all. How could the murderer enter from the south of the teaching building and find the sewer on the north? Could this murderer be someone who is familiar with architectural design?
Thinking of what Zhao Chenyang said, that the murderer was from another place and worked nearby, Zhao Xiangwan had a preliminary idea: Is it possible that the murderer worked on a construction site and was familiar with building water and electricity design?
With this thought in mind, Zhao Xiangwan asked Jiang Tinglan, "Where is the security guard named Feng who met the murder suspect?"
Jiang Tinglan took her into the teaching building. There were two security guards sitting in the security room on the first floor. When he saw Jiang Tinglan and Rao Xiang, one of them stood up quickly, with a somewhat alert look on his face: "What do you want?"
Jiang Tinglan asked, "Where is the security guard named Feng?"
The security guard who was questioning me said, "You are talking about Feng Jianlie, right? He was taken away by the police today to assist in the investigation. I don't think he will be back for a while."
Zhao Xiangwan understood immediately: It seems that Feng Jianlie went to help the police draw portraits. Now criminal portrait painters belong to the criminal investigation technology team, and they draw portraits of criminal suspects based on the oral statements of witnesses. This work is a slow and painstaking process. After the drawing is completed, the witnesses need to rate it, point out the shortcomings, and then modify it. The above process is repeated until the witnesses think it is very similar. Only then will the portrait be confirmed, copied, and a cooperation order will be issued and posted everywhere.
There are very few people like Ji Zhao who can capture both form and spirit with just one stroke of the brush.
Unable to find Feng Jianlie, Zhao Xiangwan planned to check the crime scene first. The lobby of the teaching building was very spacious, more than 200 square meters. The lobby faced the security room, the main staircase entrance was at the back left, the back door facing north was at the front right, and classrooms were on both sides of the corridor. At the end of the corridor, it turned to form a "U" shape, with toilets and evacuation stairs at the end of the corridor.
Zhao Xiangwan followed the murderer's route and entered from the lobby.
Zhao Xiangwan frowned and asked, "The security room is right in front of the main door. If you sit at that table, you can look up through the glass window and see what's going on outside. What on earth is Feng Jianlie doing? How come I can't see anything?"
Jiang Tinglan smiled bitterly: "The security room is sometimes just a decoration. When we enter the teaching building, we rarely see them sitting in front of the desk. Most of them are dozing off on the sofa in the corner, or simply not in the security room, strolling outside to chat. Even if they are sitting at the desk on duty, they are looking down at newspapers and magazines. How can they really stare at everyone who walks in from outside like they do on TV?"
Zhao Xiangwan walked into the lobby from the south, turned left, and followed the corridor into the self-study classroom that Wen Qianyu and Jiang Tinglan had entered that night. This classroom was close to the main staircase. The murderer knocked Wen Qianyu unconscious and dragged her into the utility room at the staircase. After raping her, he threw her into the utility room and went to the toilet at the west end of the corridor to clean his clothes. He ran into Feng Jianlie who was going to the toilet. After being questioned, he ran away in panic.
"Which direction did the suspect leave? South Gate or North Gate?"
Strictly speaking, there is no door in the Episcopal School Building. The South Gate and the North Gate refer to the two directions of the entrance hall.
Jiang Tinglan shook her head: "Look at this corridor, it's very dark. The security guard was busy going to the toilet and didn't care where this person was going."
Zhao Xiangwan said: "After he ran out of the toilet, he walked forward along the corridor. He arrived at the northern exit first, so he should have left from here, so he noticed the location of the sewer. Halfway through, he turned back for some reason, quietly sneaked into the utility room, dragged Wen Qianyu out, removed the manhole cover, and stuffed her in."
Jiang Tinglan's face turned pale, and she clutched Rao Xiang's arm tightly, as if she wanted to draw strength from him to support her as she listened to the whole story of the case.
Zhao Xiangwan frowned and analyzed: "The murderer is very strong, fickle, impulsive, quick, and observant. Such a person should be able to succeed in any industry as long as he works hard. Why did he enter a university campus and assault a girl?"
Perhaps the only explanation is "murder in passion".
He accidentally walked into the university campus and accidentally saw a fit and beautiful young girl. He was accidentally impulsive. He was afraid of being discovered after doing it, so he planned to destroy the body.
According to Zhao Chenyang, the murderer was indeed cunning. If one of his relatives had not committed a crime more than 20 years later, he would probably have remained at large, running his small company and living his small life, as if the evil deeds he had done had never happened.
Thinking of this, Zhao Xiangwan's heart was filled with rage.
It's a pity that Zhao Chenyang only remembered the general outline of the TV show and didn't remember the key details. If she knew the murderer's name or home address, the search scope and difficulty would be much smaller.
With a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, Zhao Xiangwan clenched his fists and turned to look at Ji Zhao: "Ji Zhao, you have to help me."
【good.】
There was a bright light shining in Ji Zhao's eyes, like the most beautiful stars in the night sky.
The next day, Zhao Xiangwan brought a letter of introduction to the Xishan District Public Security Bureau and met with Qin Yongbing, the captain of the criminal investigation team.
Qin Yongbing is Miao Hui's friend. Miao Hui specially called him to communicate with him, so his attitude was very gentle. He took them to the Serious Case Unit 1 which was in charge of this case.
The environment was very similar to the one Zhao Xiangwan was familiar with. Qin Yongbing also served as the leader of the Serious Crime Unit 1. He briefly introduced the members of the team. The two older ones were smiling and had the demeanor of elders.
"Li Ji, just call me Lao Li."
"Fan Wenguang, just call me Old Fan."
【It's rare to see two beautiful young people here, it's a happy thing to feast your eyes on them. The murder of a female college student is a complicated matter, and I'm so busy. It's a good thing to send more people, but I hope they're not here to get rich.】
The two young men ignored them, looked Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao up and down, and snorted.
"Ouyang Ding."
"Sun Xiu."
[The Hunan Provincial Department is really interesting. They sent two interns here to observe and learn? For such a big case, they are just messing around. If it weren't for Captain Qin's insistence, they would have kicked them out long ago.]
A steady, gentle, middle-aged policeman wearing glasses, propped up the black-framed glasses on his nose, smiled and said, "Xiao Hai, welcome."
[It is beautiful, but I don’t know if it is useful. ]
Zhao Xiangwan greeted everyone one by one: "Hello, Officer Li, Officer Fan, Officer Ouyang, Officer Sun, Officer Xiao. I am Zhao Xiangwan, and he is Ji Zhao. This time we came here to get involved in the murder of Wen Qianyu. I hope to get your support. Thank you."
Ouyang Ding raised his chin, his attitude slightly arrogant: "Ji Zhao, why doesn't he introduce himself?"
Zhao Xiangwan smiled and explained: "He is a specially hired expert of the Municipal Bureau and a criminal portrait painter. He has a speech impediment and cannot speak, but he can hear. If there is any need for communication, I will do it for him."
"Ha!" Sun Xiu laughed. "Such a young specially hired expert? We also have a criminal investigation portrait artist in our bureau, Ning Qingning. Have you heard of her? She is a real expert."
[What a big tone! He said he was an expert right away. I don't know who gave him the confidence! Alas, young people, without experience, brag without thinking. 】
Zhao Xiangwan's eyes flashed with light, and he stopped being polite. He and Ji Zhao were new here, and if they were too good-tempered, it would be difficult for them to quickly intervene in the case investigation.
She took a step forward, narrowed her eyes, and looked at Sun Xiu: "Is it a mule or a horse? Take it out for a walk?"
Sun Xiu looked at Zhao Xiangwan with squinted eyes, and found this little girl interesting. She immediately became interested: "How do you say we should take a walk?"
Zhao Xiangwan said, "We have just arrived at the Xishan District Public Security Bureau and don't know many people. Why don't you name a person you are familiar with but we have definitely never seen before and describe his appearance, and then Ji Zhao will draw it and see if he looks like him, is that okay?"
Sun Xiu and Ouyang Ding accompanied Ning Qingning to paint a portrait for a whole day yesterday, but the security guard surnamed Feng kept shaking his head: "Not quite, a little bit, but not quite like that..." He revised the draft over and over again, but was still not satisfied. Just when he was upset, he suddenly heard Zhao Xiangwan's challenge, looked at each other, and stood up at the same time: "Okay!"
[I want to see what this criminal portrait artist who fell from the sky is like.]
[Lao Ning studied sketching for two years at the Kyoto Academy of Fine Arts, and also practiced portrait painting diligently. He painted tens of thousands of portraits in a year. His level is among the best in the Ministry of Public Security. Even he can't draw well. Could it be that Ji Zhao is better than him? ]
Sun Xiu exchanged glances with Ouyang Ding and began to describe someone's appearance.
"This person is thirty years old, of medium height, and slightly fat."
"Square face, slightly round chin."
"She has deep double eyelids and big eyes. She likes to observe people and is very focused when she looks at them."
"The nose is a little big, the tip of the nose is slightly round, and there is a small black mole on the right side of the nose."
When Sun Xiu and Ouyang Ding talked about this, everyone seemed to know who they were talking about. They all laughed and added to the discussion one after another.
"My lips are thicker than the average person's, and I like to purse them. I look a bit serious."
"As for the eyebrows, they are very ordinary eyebrows. Oh, by the way, the ends of the eyebrows are a little scattered."
"Short hair, with a little bit of natural curls and a whorl at the corner of the forehead."
Ji Zhaoan listened to them quietly but did not write. His face was expressionless, he lowered his head and slowly rolled up his sleeves.
Seeing that Ji Zhao didn't seem to be listening to what everyone was saying, Sun Xiu urged him, "Draw quickly, what are you waiting for?"
Zhao Xiangwan looked at Ji Zhao.
Ji Zhao rolled up his sleeves, reached out and patted the back of her hand gently.
【Don't worry, I'll help you. 】
Painting is something that is deeply engraved in Ji Zhao's bones. Since Xiang Wan wants him to become famous, then let him do it.
Ji Zhao's skin was as white as jade, and half of his arms were exposed, which was so dazzling that it hurt the eyes of the men.
[How can this person look like a police officer? ]
【An expert in forensic portraits? A movie star, perhaps.】
【What is he doing? 】
Under the watchful eyes of a group of criminal police, Ji Zhao sat at the table, picked up a piece of A4 white paper from the table, raised his right fingertips slightly, and looked at Sun Xiu.
Sun Xiu was shocked by Ji Zhao's attitude of taking over the guest: "What do you mean?"
【Pen.】
Zhao Xiangwan heard Ji Zhao's clear voice and raised his lips: "If you want him to paint, you have to give him a pen."
Sun Xiu said, "You need sketch paper and charcoal pencils to draw a portrait, right? Don't you have them?"
[Any pen will do.]
Zhao Xiangwan repeated Ji Zhao's words: "Any pen will do."
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