The police station's portrait artist came all the way here to listen to Liu Shaoqiang's description of the other suspect in the double murder case. In fact, on the way here, the portrait artist was not very optimistic about this task. After all, he heard that Liu Shaoqiang saw him when he was dumping the body in the early morning. First, it was dark at night, the street lights were dim, and the suspect was wearing a hood, so it was estimated that he could not see clearly.

Second, Liu Shaoqiang was dumping the body at the time, and suddenly heard someone coming, so he hurriedly dropped the body and ran away. In that state of mind, it was impossible for him to look at the other person carefully, and he had no state memory. Maybe he couldn't even determine whether the eyes were big or small. It might be a luxury to confirm whether the eyelids were double eyelids or single eyelids.

But the portrait artist was still very interested in the request made by the female detective of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit. Since he had read about her numerous achievements in the newspapers, watched the movie "The Psycho", and heard that Yi Jiayi was very nervous, he wanted to know what was so special about this detective.

As soon as the portrait artist sat down, he did not look at Liu Shaoqiang first, but looked up at Yi Jiayi who was standing next to Liu Shaoqiang with a serious expression.

"What do you answer when Blake Sir asks you?" Jiayi knocked on the table in front of Liu Shaoqiang twice.

"OK, madam." Liu Shaoqiang hurriedly raised his head to respond, with a cautious look of following Yi Jiayi's lead.

"How tall is that person? Is he fat or thin?" The portrait artist then began to ask questions gradually from the parts that are easier to summarize.

"About 173cm tall, not fat, probably a little thin." Liu Shaoqiang answered truthfully.

"Is his skin whiter or darker?"

"I think he's whiter..."

"Are there any parts of his face that left a particularly deep impression on you? For example, a particularly large nose, particularly small eyes, particularly thick eyebrows, a particularly square face, etc."

"Ah... I think his appearance is okay, the kind that is quite pretty. As for his facial features... I don't think there's anything particularly outstanding..."

Jiayi had been silent because Liu Shaoqiang's answer was more correct before. When it came to this question, Jiayi frowned, and the answer was too vague.

"Think about it carefully, don't just give it a perfunctory answer!" Jiayi stretched out two fingers, pressed Liu Shaoqiang's shoulders, and said, "If he is more handsome, then does it mean that his face is particularly small, his face shape is a particularly standard rectangular face, and his facial features are very coordinated?"

"Yes... yes, his face is very small, and he is wearing a hood, just a small ball. At that time, his girlfriend was lying on his back. When I passed by and saw him, I vaguely noticed that he looked better than his girlfriend." Liu Shaoqiang was immediately reminded that it was indeed as Madam Yi said, with a small face, "an oval face with some angles..."

Portrait artist Blake glanced at Jiayi, and then began to draw a simple outline on the paper, an oval face with angles, and coordinated facial features auxiliary lines, and then continued to ask:

"Are the eyebrows thick or thin?"

"The light was very dim at that time, it seemed... it seemed..." Liu Shaoqiang couldn't remember again.

Jiayi hated him for not fighting, so she guided him again:

"When the light is dim, all lines will be thickened by shadows. Eyebrows that are already very thick will appear extra thick. Extra thin or light eyebrows may appear more normal. Ordinary thick eyebrows may appear thicker.

"You just said that the person's facial features are coordinated, which means you didn't see very thick eyebrows. Basically, we can rule out extra thick eyebrows and ordinary thick eyebrows, right?

"Is it thinner? Or is it very sparse?"

Jiayi said this, and then added a sentence as if unconsciously:

"Or is it covered by bangs?"

"Ah, I remember, it is covered by bangs, a bit messy bangs, and... and it should not be very thick." Liu Shaoqiang answered hurriedly.

The portrait artist nodded and added the uneven bangs that covered the eyebrows on the drawing paper.

"Did you see the man's nostrils at that time?" The portrait artist asked again. The reason why he asked "did you see the nostrils" instead of "was the man a hooked nose or an upturned nose" is because many people do not have a deep concept of the image described by this noun. Instead, some elements presented in the image can be extracted more accurately.

Therefore, portrait painters try to make abstract questions as specific as possible to help the interviewee better describe the image of the person being painted.

"It seems to have no nostrils." Liu Shaoqiang said.

"Hmm." Then it is not an upturned nose. "Is the nose longer, bigger, or smaller? Are you immediately attracted to the nose?"

"..." Liu Shaoqiang was stumped again. He glanced at it anxiously and ran away. It was really hard to confirm it.

Jiayi thought for a moment and spoke again: "If a person has particularly large nose wings, he will give people a more domineering impression. If the nose is very long, he will feel more heroic and manly. If it is a bulbous nose, it will feel dull, as if the person is clumsy...

Think back to how you felt?

"Does that person make you feel very fierce and powerful?

" "Or very majestic?

" "Or dull and honest?"

"A little... a little majestic." Liu Shaoqiang pinched his face, not quite sure.

"Think about it again." Jiayi pressed her fingers on his shoulder again, "Does that person make you feel as if he is angry? Or is he just righteous and majestic? "

Ah, it's like being angry..." Liu Shaoqiang thought about it carefully again, and immediately felt that Madam Yi's description of 'like being angry' was very accurate.

Jiayi nodded and said to Blake: "Just like when a bull is fighting, the nostrils of an angry bull will be wide open and it will breathe hard. If a person's nostrils are large and always open, it will give people a feeling as if they are angry. " As

she said this, she flared her nostrils towards Blake.

Blake almost couldn't help smiling when he saw such a pretty police officer like Yik Ka-yee suddenly flaring her nostrils without caring about her image. He lowered his head and drew a arrogant nose with slightly flared nostrils on the paper.

Then, with the help of Lau Siu-keung... and Dr. Yik Ka-yee, Blake drew double eyelids that many Hong Kong people have, a pair of eyes that are neither too big nor too small, and a mouth with thicker lips.

No beard, wearing a black sweatshirt over a black jacket, and a hood.

When Blake began to draw simple shading lines, Ka-yee walked to Blake's side, glanced at the portrait, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it looks very similar, it's this guy!

After the portrait artist showed the portrait to Liu Shaoqiang and Liu Shaoqiang confirmed that it was this person, Jiayi immediately thanked Blake and then handed the portrait to George to make ten copies.

Blake looked at Yi Jiayi who was arranging the work, and then looked at Liu Shaoqiang who was sitting there in a daze.

Jiayi asked Liu Jiaming to take Liu Shaoqiang away, and was about to send Blake away personally, but Blake suddenly extended an olive branch to Jiayi: "Madam Yi, the police station has always lacked excellent portrait painters. I have been teaching newcomers and hope to cultivate new outstanding talents for the police station. I always thought that this job was very difficult, but now I have discovered some new working methods. I wonder if you are interested in participating in some important portrait work, or taking today's example, giving a sharing class within the police station?"

"Sharing class? What's the topic?" Jiayi immediately became alert. Could it be that she had just reminded Liu Shaoqiang that he was doing too much and Blake found something wrong?

"I think your 'feeling' analysis of specific facial images is very effective in guiding witnesses to describe faces more clearly. I guess this should come from the special way you excellent police officers observe others when investigating cases? Is there a systematic and professional way to observe and remember other people's faces? For example, remember through your own feelings, like feeling that you see a majestic person, then this person may have thick eyebrows, long nose, etc..." Blake has begun to imagine that detectives may have methods such as [feeling memory of faces] and [high-speed human recognition] in order to facilitate 'catching murderers, finding suspicious people among ordinary people, and remembering the faces of all the people they see when tracking and visiting'!

This method is absolutely effective when used in portraits!

Just like today, this is the fastest and smoothest portrait of a suspect he has ever made since he became a portrait painter!

"..." Jiayi shook her head. She didn't expect that her words to guide Liu Shaoqiang were regarded as "special skills" by the portrait painter. It's really not...

She looked at the time, 12:14.

"Sir Blake, how about we make another appointment later to discuss this matter in detail? If I can help, I will be happy to do so. But now this case is very urgent, I have to go find the suspect." Jiayi shook the portrait in her hand.

"Okay, let's make an appointment later." Blake happily shook hands with Yi Jiayi, rejected her offer to see him off, and left with his bag.

…

[PM01:12]

Fang Zhenyue led Liu Jiaming and Gary to find the identity and specific circumstances of the female victim based on the body of the female victim and the autopsy report provided by the forensic officer, so as to find suspects in her social circle who might be the murderer.

Jiayi led Fu Ge, Liang Shule and George, each holding a portrait of the murderer, and followed the place where the murderer ran out provided by Liu Shaoqiang, radiating to the residential community to find someone who knew the young man in the portrait.

Jiayi and George were in one group, and Fu Ge led Liang Shule in another group, and they soon split up.

George originally wanted to ask while walking, but he didn't expect Yi Jiayi to rush directly to a community.

At the gate of the community, she handed the portrait to the security guard and asked him if he knew the resident in the portrait.

George noticed that Yi Jiayi used the word "resident" instead of "young man". This implicit statement that the suspect is a resident of this community... is too good!

George couldn't help but look at Sister Eleven with admiration. This is just like the deception method during the interrogation, giving the other party the impression that "the person in this portrait is your resident", then the guard will definitely identify carefully and will not perfunctorily say that he doesn't know him.

The guard stared at the portrait for a long time, touching his chin to think, and then moving closer to take a closer look.

At this time, an old lady happened to be returning from buying vegetables. The security guard immediately stopped her and asked for help: "Auntie Juan, look at this guy. Does he look like the young man who lives in your building? He's the one who always plays guitar and sings at home and is always reported..."

"Let me see." Auntie Juan, who was originally carrying the vegetables with great difficulty, perked up when she heard someone asking for help. She came up to the guy and squinted her eyes to take a closer look. Soon she confirmed: "It's him, he's good-looking, but he's not doing his job properly. He's noisy every day. Uncle Lin who lives upstairs can't wait to knock on his door every day..." "

!" George was dumbfounded by the efficiency. He was just amazed at how Sister Eleven found the suspect in one go. He was just thinking about whether it was appropriate to flatter her now, when he saw Yi Jiayi turn around and look at him with a solemn face. She asked in a deep voice:

"Are you ready?"

When asking the question, Jiayi reached out and touched the gun on her waist.

Seeing her action, George immediately put away his messy thoughts, and followed with a solemn expression. He stood at attention and straightened his chest, and said in a deep voice: "Ready, madam!"

Jiayi nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. She asked George to help Aunt Juan carry the things, and asked Aunt Juan to lead the way, and went straight to the building where the suspect lived.

After asking about the floor and unit where the suspect lived, Jiayi took George up the elevator and headed straight to the suspect's house.

Aunt Juan was the head of the neighborhood committee of this building, so she volunteered to help knock on the door. She was very good at acting while knocking on the door and muttered: "Hey, why don't you pay on time? If this continues, the water and electricity will be cut off..."

The voice was so loud that not only the residents whose doors were knocked could hear it, but also the residents on the same floor.

When the person inside the door heard this voice, although hesitant, he still responded: "Don't make a mistake! I paid all the fees on time! If someone cuts off my water and electricity at will, I will definitely complain."

When Jiayi heard this voice, she immediately confirmed that it was the murderer who was arguing with his girlfriend in the flow image.

At Jiayi's signal, Aunt Juan said again: "Open the door. This receipt shows that there is a problem. It's useless for you to be fierce to me."

After staring at the cat's eyes in silence for a long time, the male resident finally opened the door when he saw that it was Aunt Juan who came to hand out things and ask people to fill out questionnaires.

He opened the first door, zipped it again, and pushed out the outer anti-theft iron frame door.

At this moment, a man suddenly rushed out from the right staircase, rushing like a tiger, and his hands were very clearly clasping the male resident's hands.

Aunt Juan was startled by George who suddenly rushed out, and quickly turned around and hid in the stairwell on the other side as Jiayi had instructed.

The male resident was startled by George being thrown out. He roared and instinctively tried to close the door again, but it was too late.

When his hands were held down, he struggled violently, but suddenly heard a metal collision sound, and then a black muzzle appeared on George's shoulder, facing his eyes.

The next moment, the male resident froze and dared not move anymore.

"The police now suspect you of being involved in a murder case, please cooperate. You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say next will become evidence in court!" George just grabbed the male resident's hands and handcuffed him. When he looked up, he saw a lot of couple photos on the refrigerator at the door. The woman in the photo was the female corpse lying in the forensic officer's autopsy room.

"Eleventh sister, look!" George raised his eyebrows excitedly and turned around to shout.

Jiayi nodded, and immediately took out her mobile phone to call Fang Zhenyue: "Brother Yue, the suspect has been caught. Please apply for a search warrant and mobilize colleagues from the forensic department to conduct an investigation."

"!!!" Fang Zhenyue was in the office and had some ideas about the identity of the female victim. Jiayi actually... has already caught the suspect?

I raised my eyebrows and looked at the clock. It was only 2:20 in the afternoon!!