"My name is Guan Simiao. I graduated from XXX University. I was originally a painter."
"Then why do you want to be a portrait artist?"
"I think that instead of just focusing on painting, I should put my skills to good use in the bureau and make some truly valuable contributions."
"Oh, this is the first time I've met such an ambitious portrait artist. Well, go sit over there. That's the office of the previous portrait artist. I'll call Captain Xi."
The young policeman smiled and pointed to an office in the room.
Guan Simiao didn't doubt it and went straight into the office.
He slowly pushed open the door of the office, and what came into view were countless portraits placed around.
All are sketches of human faces.
However, the faces of people that can be painted by portrait artists are either criminals or dead people.
Guan Simiao took a deep breath, and then a faint smile appeared on his face.
"It's great. I can start a new life here in the future."
"I'm really looking forward to it..."
Guan Simiao didn't wait for half an hour.
A voice came from outside the door. It was the young police officer who had just spoken.
"Captain Xi is here, Guan Simiao, please come out."
"Oh oh oh, okay, I'll go out right away." Guan Simiao's eyes flashed with excitement when he heard that.
Quickly picked up the papers and paints on the table.
Half an hour ago, he was itching to draw a picture, but it is not finished yet.
Although a trace of pity flashed across his eyes, he eventually tore up the drawing paper and threw it into the trash can.
Then he stood up and walked out the door.
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