Chapter 86 Portrait
◎There is a hint of temptation in her voice◎
"Any pen will do?"
Sun Xiu repeated Zhao Xiangwan's words, feeling a throbbing pain in her temples.
The two interns sent by the Hunan Provincial Public Security Department are so arrogant.
Sun Xiu, who had been feeling a lot of pressure recently because of the seriousness of the case, raised her eyebrows, turned around, picked up a blue ballpoint pen from the table and handed it over: "Here, a pen."
Zhao Xiangwan took the ballpoint pen and glanced at Ji Zhao: "Is this pen ok?"
Ji Zhao nodded, stretched out his long arm, and took the ballpoint pen that looked extremely ordinary from Zhao Xiangwan's hand.
The tip of a ballpoint pen is slightly round and the stroke is relatively soft. It cannot draw hard lines like pens and pencils. With a light stroke, the dry ink adheres to the ordinary A4 white paper, leaving a soft blue line.
Sun Xiu grinned and asked with a bit of schadenfreude: "How about it? Any kind of pen will do? Otherwise, I'll go find you a charcoal pencil."
【What are you bragging about! You can use any pen, huh. When Lao Ning is working, he has his drawing board, sketch paper, and charcoal pencils all ready. When he practices daily, he also looks around with his drawing clips on his back, sketches with a pencil, breaks down a face into dozens of key points, and draws a portrait that is 70% or 80% like the real person like a puzzle. How difficult is that? It's not like he's drawing from a photo, but just drawing based on other people's descriptions. How demanding is that? He can use any pen, huh!]
Hearing Sun Xiu's inner grumble, Zhao Xiangwan's heart also lifted. She had confidence in Ji Zhao, knowing that he had a "photographic memory" for the people, objects, and scenes he had seen, which was equivalent to taking a photo and saving it, and he could retrieve it at any time. But... today was not a home game, and the paper and pen were also casual. Could Ji Zhao calm them down?
With paper and pen in hand, after trying to feel the pen, Ji Zhao's facial expression became solemn and serious.
Place the paper on the table and stroke it gently with your left hand to make sure it is flat and smooth.
The palm of your left hand is slightly open, the wrist bone is lightly lifted, and the thumb and index finger form a capital letter "C" and press on the upper left corner of the paper.
Ji Zhao stared at the paper intently, raised his right hand lightly, and held the pen suspended in the air, keeping it one foot away from the paper, without moving at all.
Each step is carried out in an orderly manner, with an indescribable sense of rhythm and melody.
The members of the Serious Crime Unit present were somewhat moved.
[This guy has a steady hand! He's a good shooter. I wonder how good he is at shooting.]
[When he stopped writing, his hand and the pen lines did not move. His ability to control the pen is really strong! Does he seem to have some real skills?]
[I don't know if this portrait is okay yet, but the posture of this painting is very beautiful.]
All eyes were on Ji Zhao, but he did not move.
【The description doesn't need to be so specific, let them just talk about their impressions. 】
After hearing Ji Zhao's words, Zhao Xiangwan raised his eyes and looked at the policemen who were holding their breath waiting for Ji Zhao to write: "You don't have to be specific about the eyes, nose, and mouth. You can just say what you think of him. It's okay to be a little abstract."
The people in the serious crime squad looked at each other, and all found it unbelievable.
Currently, domestic criminal portraits all split the human face into multiple parts such as eyes, ears, and nose. For example, eyes are divided into fish eyes, phoenix eyes, almond eyes, long and narrow eyes, round eyes, drooping eyes, drooping eyes, and triangular eyes... Noses include hooked noses, upturned noses, raised noses, thick noses, lion noses, and teardrop noses... Then, based on the witnesses' statements, they repeatedly and in detail inquire about the characteristics of different parts, and finally use a puzzle-like method to bring these parts together to present the overall appearance.
No portrait artist would say: Tell me your impressions.
What is perception? Pretty, delicate, gentle, pure, fierce, ugly, vulgar... these are all perceptions. Everyone has their own face, from the eyes to the heart. Do you want to express it through the portrait? What a joke!
However, since this guy is willing to cause trouble for himself, let's not be polite and start speaking freely.
"I'm considered a gentleman in our city police department. I look impressive in police uniform, but I look like a university professor in casual clothes."
"He has a kind personality, is strict with himself and lenient with others, and works very hard in everything he does."
"I don't like sports. My hobbies are walking and drawing. When I look at people, I stare at them straight, as if I were drawing you on paper."
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Ji Zhao finally moved.
While they were talking, his right hand suddenly moved.
He wrote as fast as the wind, without a trace of hesitation.
The tip of a ballpoint pen is relatively soft, and the ink rolls easily, so most people rarely use ballpoint pens to draw. But now this very ordinary blue ballpoint pen is in Ji Zhao's hand, as if it has come to life.
Every stroke, every hook and every dot was done with measured advance and retreat, skillfully and naturally. In just a breath, the outline of the face began to take shape.
Ouyang Ding and Sun Xiu turned behind Ji Zhao and stared at the paper without blinking, for fear that if they blinked, the portrait would be completed.
Li Ji and Fan Wenguang were older and more patient, and they still stood opposite Ji Zhao, ready to wait for him to finish before taking a look. Anyway, Ji Zhao had already started painting, and the person he was painting was the most familiar to finished, so after the painting was finished, wouldn't it be obvious to everyone at a glance whether it looked like the person?
The Serious Case Team 1 only has men, and Captain Qin is very serious. The office has never been as lively as it is today. The introverted Xiao Hai pushed his glasses, walked slowly closer, stood beside Ji Zhao, and watched curiously while pinching his head.
Qin Yongbing put his hands behind his back and suddenly became interested in the two young men in front of him.
Qin Yongbing was a little skeptical when Miao Hui repeatedly explained it on the phone. He thought that he was very busy with the investigation and had no time to deal with two interns. But because Miao Hui was popular, he had to agree to it for Miao Hui's sake.
Even if he agreed, Qin Yongbing had never thought about what kind of help Ji Zhao and Zhao Xiangwan could provide. He just hoped that they would be gentle and not arrogant, and not pretend to know something and talk nonsense. Who knew that Ji Zhao was actually a portrait artist?
Qin Yongbing certainly knows how valuable a portrait painter is.
Not only must they have a foundation in painting, they must also have meticulous observation skills, and they must be able to draw portraits based on oral descriptions - there are very few such talents in the criminal investigation technology department of the public security system.
Art academies have many students with a good foundation in painting and outstanding sketching skills, but they can only draw objects from photos. They have not received any training in criminal investigation techniques and do not have the ability to draw portraits based on oral descriptions.
Many criminal police officers in the Public Security Bureau have meticulous observation skills. After seeing many criminal suspects, they automatically build a material library in their minds. They only need a few keywords to pick out the real criminal from the crowd. However, they cannot draw.
This kind of cross-disciplinary and complex talent is exactly what is most scarce in the public security system.
Especially in the current case of a female student being murdered on a university campus, the security guard has seen the suspect's face. If it can be drawn and sent to various places for investigation, the chances of solving the case will be greatly increased.
Thinking of this, Qin Yongbing had a smile in his eyes.
Miao Hui is a nice person, a very nice one. I thought she had sent two burdens this time, but now it seems that at least one of them is useful.
Criminal portrait painter? Hehe, such talents must be kept!
Five minutes later, Ji Zhao stopped writing, straightened his back, moved his right fingertips slightly, and the blue ballpoint pen turned in a circle. With a crisp "click", it was placed on the table.
Then he released his finger that was pressing on the upper left corner of the paper and slowly pushed the portrait forward to where everyone could see it.
There was a long silence.
On the white paper is a portrait made up of blue lines.
It's like a blue and white printed photo.
He was wearing a police uniform with his collar buttoned neatly. He had short hair that was slightly curled at the temples, a slightly chubby face, a thick chin, tight lips, bright eyes, deep double eyelids, and slightly high brows. He looked at people with concentration and sternness.
At a glance, everyone recognized the person in the portrait.
This...is this a criminal portrait?
Sun Xiu's face changed color, and he suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Oh my god! This is really an expert! Wait, I'll go and drag Lao Ning over here--"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang" from the door, and Sun Xiu had disappeared.
The office suddenly became lively.
"Oh my god, this is so similar! Can a portrait like this be drawn with a blue ballpoint pen? This is the first time I've seen it."
"Hahahaha... It's obviously Lao Ning. He has been doing criminal portraits for five years. I didn't expect that someone would draw his portrait on paper today."
"Captain Qin, Captain Qin, come and take a look. Can you recognize who this is?"
Qin Yongbing walked over, leaned over to take a look, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he didn't say anything for a long time.
[This is exactly the talent we need! A criminal portrait artist, a top-notch criminal portrait artist! How old is Ji Zhaocai? How can he be so skilled? With just the information everyone provided, he was able to draw Ning Qingning. It's amazing.]
Qin Yongbing raised his head and looked at Ji Zhao with a smile on his face: "Comrade Ji Zhao, are you a staff member of Xing City Public Security Bureau? What's your rank? What's your treatment?"
When the others heard this, they knew what Team Qin was up to - Team Qin was eager to recruit talent. Back then, Team Qin recruited Ning Qingning from the railway system. Now one was not enough, so they wanted to recruit another one?
Li Ji and Qin Yongbing have worked together for many years and have a tacit understanding. He took a look at the portrait on the drawing paper with a smile and said to Zhao Xiangwan, "Comrade Ji Zhao is a talented person. It doesn't matter if he can't speak. Why don't you talk to him and ask if he is interested in staying in our serious crime team? Kyoto is a large place and there are many cases to deal with. There is more room for criminal portraits, right?"
Noticing the crowd's reactions, Zhao Xiangwan's eyes lit up: It's done!
If Ji Zhao's ability is recognized, then it would be natural for him and himself to be involved in the case of Wen Qianyu's murder.
Seeing that Qin Yongbing and Li Ji were planning to poach Xu Songling, Zhao Xiangwan smiled, neither accepting nor refusing: "Director Miao Hui asked us to come here to observe the internship, and we wanted to learn more from you seniors. I wonder... have we passed the assessment?"
Qin Yongbing nodded repeatedly: "Pass, pass."
[This girl is really tight-lipped. I wanted to find out what level Ji Zhao is, but she didn't reveal a single word. Well, I won't ask her. I'll ask Miao Hui.]
At this moment, a figure rushed into the office, his big eyes full of joy: "Where is the portrait painter? Where is the portrait painter?"
Sun Xiu followed closely behind, grabbed his arm, rushed to Ji Zhao, picked up the portrait on the table, and held it in front of Big Eyes: "Look, Lao Ning, does it look like you?"
The visitor was the only criminal portrait artist in the Xishan District Public Security Bureau, Ning Qingning. After he was demobilized from the army, he was assigned to work in the Railway Bureau. Because of his outstanding portrait painting ability, he was poached by Qin Yongbing. There were hundreds of people in the Public Security Bureau, and he was the only criminal portrait artist. He felt a little lonely. When Sun Xiu heard that the Hunan Provincial Department had sent a criminal portrait expert, he was immediately very excited and ran over, dropping his brush.
A portrait drawn with a blue ballpoint pen appeared before her eyes. Ning Qingning stared at it with eyes wide open. Her lips, which were usually tightly pursed, opened and she unconsciously uttered a sound: "Ah...ah!"
The others looked at the portrait, then at Ning Qingning, and all started laughing.
"This is so similar!"
"Even if I copied it, I couldn't paint it so vividly."
"An expert is still an expert after all. Don't be fooled by his young age. The level of his portraits...tsk tsk tsk."
Ning Qingning stared at the picture, raised his right hand, and unconsciously began to trace with his index finger. After moving it a few times, he shook his head again: "What a pity, how can I draw with a ballpoint pen? Oh, no, how can a ballpoint pen draw a portrait? The lines are amazing!"
Looking left and right, up and down, Ning Qingning, who had originally said that she wanted to get to know her fellow travelers, was completely absorbed in the portrait, wanting to study it thoroughly, until Sun Xiu, who came up from behind, pulled her arm and shouted, "Hey, hey, hey—Old Ning, Old Ning!"
Ning Qingning came back to her senses and turned her gaze to the two unfamiliar young men in the office, then to Zhao Xiangwan, then to Ji Zhao, and finally from Ji Zhao's right hand to his face. She took the initiative to extend her hand and said with a smile: "You are the portrait artist from Hunan Province, right? Hello, I am Ning Qingning."
Ji Zhao did not stretch out his hand, but just looked quietly at his outstretched right hand.
[There are slight wear and tear on the index finger, middle finger, and base of the thumb. He usually practices a lot, but his pen-holding posture is not quite correct.]
Zhao Xiangwan extended his hand and shook Ning Qingning's, smiling and explaining, "Hello, Officer Ning, I'm Zhao Xiangwan, and I'm here with Ji Zhao to observe the internship. Ji Zhao is a criminal portrait painter, and he's a little special, and doesn't like to communicate with people."
Ning Qingning politely shook hands with Zhao Xiangwan, then let go and looked at Ji Zhao, not minding his indifference: "It's okay, as a professional, it's normal to be a little bit peculiar."
Sun Xiu shouted at the side: "Laoning, what do you think of this forensic portrait painter? You are in this field, so you have the right to speak."
Ouyang Ding glanced at him and said, "Anyone with eyes can see that this level is extraordinary. Why does he need Lao Ning to evaluate it?"
Ning Qingning is a forensic technician who has been in the field of portraiture for six or seven years. She has basically been exploring on her own. Now that she finally has a colleague, she can't help but feel happy. She looks up at Ji Zhao, wanting to communicate but afraid of disturbing him. After thinking for a long time, she turns around and looks at Zhao Xiangwan: "He doesn't like to communicate with others? Then how can I communicate with him?"
Zhao Xiangwan said: "He can hear and understand what you say, so you can speak without worry."
Ning Qingning took the portrait and pointed at the slightly raised eyebrow arch: "This is the finishing touch, but as far as I know, few people would describe it in such detail. How did you come up with this idea?"
[People with big eyes, focused gaze, and a penchant for studying other people's expressions will squint their eyes slightly when drawing, and over time, their brows will bulge.]
When it comes to problems in painting, Ji Zhao's answers are absolutely precise and thorough.
Zhao Xiangwan repeated Ji Zhao's words. Ning Qingning was extremely surprised and looked at Zhao Xiangwan: "You are also a portrait expert? How can you be so professional!"
Zhao Xiangwan shook his head: "I just know him better."
Ning Qingning was only interested in portrait painters and wanted to drag Ji Zhao to start work immediately. However, it was their first meeting and she didn't know the depth of the relationship. Ji Zhao looked pretty but had a cold attitude, and it seemed that he was not easy to get along with, so she was a little hesitant.
Zhao Xiangwan took the initiative to ask: "What is the progress of Wen Qianyu's murder case? Has the portrait of the suspect been completed?"
Ning Qingning didn't expect Zhao Xiangwan to be so considerate, and immediately took over and answered seriously: "I am in charge of forensic portraits. I spent a day in the studio with the witness Feng Jianlie yesterday, but I was still not satisfied. It's just right that Ji Zhao is here, how about we come together?"
Zhao Xiangwan looked at Ji Zhao, and Ji Zhao nodded.
[You want to solve the case, I will help you. ]
It was just a simple sentence, but it made Zhao Xiangwan feel warm inside. She turned to Ning Qingning and said, "Okay, let's go together."
Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao quickly joined the Serious Crime Unit of the Xishan District Public Security Bureau.
Qin Yongbing had the idea of digging out Ji Zhao, so his attitude naturally changed and he took the initiative to introduce the case.
At present, the impact of this case is very bad. Many people have begun to question the safety of university campuses. Everyone is in danger and female students dare not attend evening self-study classes.
Several reporters tried to interview the case, but the police were in the investigation stage and could not make the information public. However, the reporter changed his mind and interviewed teachers and students of Kyoto University of International Business and Economics, exaggerating the case to be extremely horrifying.
"A murderer suddenly appeared on the university campus on a rainy night!"
"Colleges are not pure lands; female students' safety is challenged"
"Only daughter murdered, parents urge police to solve the case as soon as possible"
News after news appeared in newspapers and on television. The Ministry of Public Security issued an order, and the leaders of the Xishan District Public Security Bureau were under great pressure.
Zhao Xiangwan asked: "The murder occurred on the 17th, the case was filed on the 18th, and now it is the 21st. What is the progress?"
The longer time dragged on, the farther the murderer ran and the deeper he hid. Thinking that this case might not be solved until more than 20 years later, Zhao Xiangwan felt a little anxious.
Qin Yongbing waved his hand and said, "It just so happens that we have two new members in our serious crime team. Lao Ning, you should stay for a while, and we will have a meeting."
Thanks to their internship experience under Xu Songling, Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao adapted quickly.
In the center of the office of the Serious Crime Unit of the Xishan District Public Security Bureau is not a conference table, but a blue table tennis table. As long as a net is installed in the middle, people can practice against each other immediately. There is a scoreboard in the corner. It seems that everyone likes to play table tennis.
There was a burst of noise, and everyone dragged chairs over and placed them next to the ping-pong table. They sat down with notebooks and pens, waiting for Qin Yongbing to speak.
Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao also sat on one side. Zhao Xiangwan took out a notebook and began to record.
A lot of evidence has been collected in this case so far.
Based on the footprints on the grass next to the sewer, it is estimated that the murderer is 1.75-1.80 meters tall, weighs 70-75kg, is an adult male, aged 22-30 years old. On the day of the crime, he was wearing rubber shoes, which were old shoes. Although it was raining, his steps were still firm.
The killer's fingerprints were obtained from an umbrella that he (probably) left in the hallway.
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The final conclusion is that the murderer is tall, strong, very strong and ferocious.
By sorting out Wen Qianyu's social relationships and tracking down the boys in the school who meet the requirements, they can basically be ruled out. All attention is now focused on the man seen by the security guard in the teaching building.
According to security guard Feng Jianlie, the lighting in the toilet was a little dim. The man he saw was wearing a dark jacket with a round-neck shirt underneath, but he did not notice what the jacket was made of.
There was a sink at the entrance of the men's restroom, and the man was bending over and washing something there. Feng Jianlie looked at his back and profile and felt that his behavior was not like that of a student, so he called out, "Hey—"
When the man heard his voice, he looked up suddenly. The incandescent light from the toilet door was shining on his face. Feng Jianlie saw it clearly.
The man was obviously a little flustered. He didn't respond to Feng Jianlie's words, turned around and left, even forgetting to turn off the faucet.
Feng Jianlie turned off the tap with a grumble and looked back at the corridor. The man walked very quickly and disappeared at the end of the corridor in an instant.
The conclusion given by the serious crime team is that this is a case of passion murder, and the murderer is an outsider. If the black umbrella thrown in the corridor is his, then he entered the campus after it rained, that is, after 6 pm, and left between 9:30 and 10 pm, without an umbrella.
Hearing this, Zhao Xiangwan raised his hand and said, "I heard from the deceased's classmate that it wasn't raining heavily at 6 o'clock, and it only got rainy at 8 o'clock. Men don't like to carry umbrellas when it's raining lightly, so I think the time for men to enter school can be postponed by two hours, that is, to enter school after 8 o'clock."
The members of the Serious Crime Unit 1 are all men, and they don't like to use umbrellas on rainy days, unless it's raining heavily. After hearing what Zhao Xiangwan said, Qin Yongbing nodded: "It can be speculated that way, but it cannot be ruled out that this person is cautious and prepared for a rainy day. When he sees that the weather is bad, he habitually carries an umbrella with him."
Zhao Xiangwan did not dwell on this issue. No matter what time he entered the campus, he still needed a portrait to find more witnesses. As long as he had a portrait of the suspect, he could ask merchants, teachers and students near the school to find more witnesses and more information.
Next, all the pressure was focused on the criminal portrait session.
Yesterday's portrait was not completed smoothly. Security guard Feng Jianlie spent the whole day in the portrait room of the Criminal Investigation Technology Group, talking until his lips were sore. Ning Qingning drew more than ten portraits, but Feng Jianlie always shook his head: Not quite like, it seems not like this, it seems a little like, but only a little like.
In the end, everyone was a little devastated.
Feng Jianlie felt very unlucky.
He was not supposed to be on duty on the 17th, but he swapped shifts with his colleague to accompany his wife to the hospital on the weekend of the 18th. If he had not swapped shifts, he would not have encountered such a tragic case, would not have met the suspect, and would not have been constantly interrogated by the police.
Ning Qingning was also very troubled.
He did not major in fine arts, but he loved painting since he was a child. After joining the army, he drew portraits for the soldiers when he was free. His platoon leader discovered his talent and sent him to the propaganda department. After demobilization, he was assigned to the Security Department of the Railway Bureau. He unexpectedly showed his ability in portraits and became famous for catching a thief who pretended to claim the checked luggage. Qin Yongbing, who happened to be on a business trip, took a fancy to him and invited him to join the Criminal Investigation Technology Department of the Xishan District Public Security Bureau.
In order to live up to the police uniform he wore, Ning Qingning worked very hard. He spent a year in Kyoto Art College, specializing in sketching. Every day on the way home by bus, he carefully observed every person and insisted on drawing at least three portraits every day, 365 days a year without interruption.
It is precisely because of this kind of tenacity and hard work that Ning Qingning's criminal portrait painting skills are ahead of his peers. Whenever the Kyoto Public Security System encounters a case that requires portrait painting, they will ask him for help, and he has made countless outstanding achievements.
But he found today's case very difficult.
I don't know if the security guard Feng Jianlie has a problem with his ability to express himself or he didn't see the suspect's face clearly. He spoke incoherently, saying that the suspect had a square face, then he said that he seemed to have a long face, then he said that he had big eyes and double eyelids, then he said that he didn't seem to have double eyelids. When asked in detail, he got anxious and slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, he doesn't look like him anyway. I just looked at him once, how can I know what kind of eyes, nose, and mouth he has!"
Ning Qingning drew more than ten sketches in a row, but Feng Jianlie said none of them looked like the character.
How could it be like that? His speech was incoherent, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes loud, sometimes soft, which caused Ning Qingning a lot of trouble.
Now, just as she was sleepy, she found her pillow. A new person had come. Ji Zhao could portray the character's face through emotional description, and perhaps he could accurately draw the suspect in this case. Ning Qingning finally felt a little relieved.
Ning Qingning is a workaholic. As long as he can get the job done well and shine in this special position of criminal portraiture, he is willing to devote everything.
What do you mean peers look down on each other? That doesn't exist! Why are you afraid that Ji Zhao will surpass his status? Impossible! Over the years, he has felt a bit lonely as a master. It's rare to have someone to learn from, exchange ideas with, and learn from. The stronger Ji Zhao is, the happier he is. Therefore, when Ji Zhao came to observe and learn this time, Ning Qingning welcomed him very much, from the bottom of his heart.
At 9:30 am on the 21st, Sun Xiu brought Feng Jianlie to the portrait studio.
Feng Jianlie looked haggard as if he hadn't slept well, his hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, and he smelled of alcohol.
When Zhao Xiangwan saw him like this, he knew that today's task might not be easy to complete.
Human memory is a very strange thing. The harder you try to recall, the harder it is to remember certain scenes. Feng Jianlie looked like he had overexerted himself and was a little exhausted. I guess his memory was starting to get confused. No wonder the portrait work didn't go smoothly yesterday.
Ning Qingning and Ji Zhao each had a sketch paper and two sharpened charcoal pencils on a drawing folder in front of them. They sat upright with serious faces, waiting for Feng Jianlie to describe the criminal suspect he had seen.
Sun Xiu was also a little anxious. Now there was pressure from above. The bureau repeatedly stressed the need to solve the case as soon as possible. Media reports, family members crying, school teachers and students petitioning... all of these put great pressure on the Serious Case Unit. If they didn't draw a portrait of the suspect, they wouldn't be able to carry out follow-up work.
Detectives all know that crimes of passion are the hardest to solve. It has been three and a half days since Wen Qianyu's death. If the murderer left Kyoto that night, he would have disappeared long ago. How could they find him?
You must seize the time to paint the portrait.
Anxiety can cascade down the chain.
Sun Xiu said to Feng Jianlie with a cold face: "Think carefully about what the man you saw in the toilet looked like. This matter is very important. You are the only one who may have seen the murderer. You have the responsibility to provide accurate information."
Feng Jianlie became more and more anxious, breathing heavily, and stammered, "Yes, yes, I will think about it carefully."
[The director of the school security department said that I was seriously negligent in my duties this time and did not patrol properly, which led to a murder in the school. I will face punishment, and in serious cases I may be fired. Unless I make meritorious contributions and help the police draw a portrait of the suspect and successfully capture the murderer, they will consider letting me continue to work.
I have elderly parents and young children to take care of. My wife works part-time at a school. She is poorly paid and in poor health. The medical expenses are high. If I am fired, what will happen to my family? No, no, I must think carefully and must figure out what that man looks like.
After a sleepless night, Feng Jianlie's brain was like a mess. Hearing Sun Xiu's cold words, and seeing the two policemen staring at the drawing board with stern faces, he felt anxious and his heart began to beat fast.
He coughed and tried to calm himself down: "He looks fierce, with a dark face and a big face... oh no no no, it doesn't seem to be that big."
Sun Xiu and Ning Qingning looked at each other, their eyes full of helplessness: Alas, here it comes again.
[This guy talks nonsense, Lao Ning must have a headache]
[Even if I put pen to paper, it is impossible for the drawing to look like the person. If I draw it and post it everywhere, when the murderer is caught, they will find that there is no resemblance after comparing it. Wouldn't I become a laughing stock of the public security system?]
Zhao Xiangwan stood up, poured a cup of hot tea, handed it to Feng Jianlie, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, drink some tea first."
After Wen Qianyu was killed, Feng Jianlie was drowned in countless curses, complaints and accusations. Reporters chased him to his home, students blocked him in the security room, and he closed his eyes as if the words he was cursed at were still ringing in his ears.
"It was raining so hard at night, and there were only a few people in the study room. Didn't you think there might be danger? Why didn't you follow the security requirements and patrol every ten minutes? Even if you just walked in the corridor, the bad guys wouldn't dare to do such evil!"
"Did you know that when you confronted the murderer in the restroom, Wen Qianyu was still alive? She was unconscious in the utility room. If you had just taken a closer look, you could have brought her back to life!"
"You let the murderer go, you are the murderer! You clearly saw him at the time, why didn't you catch him? Even if you scared him a little and called the security department, he wouldn't dare to come back and stuff Wen Qianyu into the sewer! You idiot! You don't deserve to be a security guard at all."
Feng Jianlie felt like a rat crossing the street, everyone wanted to kill him. Especially the girls, when they saw him, they wanted to spit at his feet and curse him: "Murderer!"
Suddenly he saw a young girl in casual clothes, who handed him a cup of hot tea with a smile and comforted him not to worry. Feng Jianlie seemed to be hit by something in his heart, and his throat was blocked. He took the tea, took a sip, and suddenly burst into tears.
She cried louder and louder, until she could no longer sob. Feng Jianlie simply put down his teacup and lay on the table, wailing.
"Wuwuwu... I don't want to do that either, I don't want to do that either!"
"I didn't expect the consequences to be so serious. Normally the teaching building is full of students, who are very sensible and easy to manage. We have nothing to do in the security room. We just receive a few students who pick up glasses, umbrellas, and textbooks. When they see us security guards, they call us uncle politely. How could I know that a bad guy would come in and kill people?"
"If I knew he was the murderer, even if I didn't dare to fight him, I would definitely call the security department and ask them to send someone over to remind the students to be careful, right?"
"I'm not a bad person. I just lived a quiet life and became a little lazy. I thought the man just came to use the restroom, but I didn't expect him to kill someone..."
Earlier, Sun Xiu was a little annoyed when he saw Feng Jianlie crying, and he wanted to rush over and cover his mouth. You still have the nerve to cry? This matter is really all your fault! The person is dead, why are you crying? Hurry up and draw the murderer, so that we can find him!
But after hearing him crying so hard and his words were filled with self-blame and regret, Sun Xiu's disgust and anger towards Feng Jianlie were greatly reduced.
Who is to blame? Feng Jianlie was certainly wrong, but the person who should be blamed the most is the murderer!
Sun Xiu sighed and said, "That's enough, men should make amends for what they did wrong. Stop crying."
Ning Qingning also realized that he pushed Feng Jianlie too hard, which caused him to talk incoherently, and his memory was probably a little confused. But he was in a dilemma. If he let Feng Jianlie take a break, he was afraid that his memory would become fuzzy after a while; if he didn't let Feng Jianlie take a break, he was afraid that he would be nervous and have memory errors.
Zhao Xiangwan served a cup of hot tea, which led to mutual understanding between the two sides, and the anxious atmosphere on the field was obviously relieved a lot.
Negative emotions accumulated too much, suppressing them in the heart will have an impact on the body, it is better to let Feng Jianlie vent. Zhao Xiangwan had prepared some words, but he didn't expect that Feng Jianlie had already started crying before he could say them.
Seeing that the time was almost right, Zhao Xiangwan said softly, "So what if we suffer a little injustice? At least we are still alive, right? Wen Qianyu's parents are sick in bed and their hair is white. Compared to them, what's wrong with listening to a few idle words? Uncle, actually... you are already very lucky."
Hearing this "Uncle", I felt as if I was back in the security room, where those innocent and kind-hearted students came to see me and respectfully called me "Uncle". I was just a security guard with a junior high school education, and those college students were the pride of the world, but they never looked down on me.
Feng Jianlie slowly straightened up, wiped away his tears, and said with a nasal voice: "Lucky?"
Zhao Xiangwan nodded: "Yes, the murderer is tall, strong and very fierce. He may have a weapon in his hand. If you stopped him and questioned him carefully, I'm afraid you would have been killed by him. So... you didn't alarm him, and luckily you saved your life."
Feng Jianlie shuddered and stared at Zhao Xiangwan blankly. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became.
[When he stared at me, his eyes were full of ferocity, which frightened me. I am not as tall as him, nor as strong as him, so I was scared. Yes, I am selfish, but if selfishness can save my life, then let them scold me. ]
Seeing that he had been comforted by his words, Zhao Xiangwan signaled Ji Zhao with his eyes to start.
Ji Zhao lowered his head and slowly rolled up his sleeves.
[You ask him what kind of person he is. Start from the moment he saw the murderer and slowly recall what he felt when he saw him from behind, what he felt when he turned his head to the side, and what he looked like when he turned his face to the light.]
Ji Zhao's unique clear voice, like a spring flowing through the mountains, made Zhao Xiangwan feel ethereal.
Zhao Xiangwan turned her head and met Feng Jianlie's gaze. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and a strange light flashed in her amber pupils. There was a hint of temptation in her voice.
"Don't worry, let's find the murderer together."
Feng Jianlie was bewildered by her gaze and nodded and repeated her words: "Okay, find the murderer."
"Once the murderer is caught, you will be truly safe."
As his own life was at stake, Feng Jianlie responded immediately: "Yes, we must catch him."
"Then follow my movements. Take a deep breath first. Yes, just like this, inhale - exhale - inhale - exhale -"
Zhao Xiangwan looked like a college student. He called him uncle and not only did he not scold him, but he also served him tea and water and comforted him gently. Feng Jianlie had a very good impression of Zhao Xiangwan in front of him, and obediently followed Zhao Xiangwan and began to take deep breaths.
"Sniff--exhale! When you first saw the murderer, was his back broad? Was his neck exposed? Was his body thick? Was his hair long? Were his ears big?"
Under the influence of Zhao Xiangwan's gentle words, Feng Jianlie gradually entered a semi-hypnotic state. The memories of the night of the 17th were awakened, and all the scenes that were almost forgotten appeared in his mind.
He murmured, "As soon as I walked into the restroom, I saw a man with his back to me, bending over and scrubbing the hem of his clothes. His back was very broad and his neck was thick, but he didn't look ugly. Neck, oh, yes, there seemed to be a black mark on the back of his neck. What did it look like? It didn't look like anything, just a black mark the size of a fingernail. His hair was not long, it seemed like it had just been cut, and the back was just pushed, very flat. His ears? His ears were a little swollen, very big, and his earlobes were very thick."
When Sun Xiu saw this, he held his breath and dared not say a word, and his eyes were full of surprise.
Good guy, I originally thought that among the interns sent by the Hunan Provincial Department, Ji Zhao was the only talented one, and Zhao Xiangwan was just a match to facilitate Ji Zhao's communication with everyone.
But now it seems that Zhao Xiangwan is even more talented!
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