Chapter 29
Everyone took the reconstruction map with some doubts, and while they were thinking hard, they heard Sun Liqing suddenly say: "Sir, I have seen the corpse, and the situation is roughly the same as this map."
The female clerk nodded, her eyes showing approval as she slowly said, "This diagram is indeed ingenious. Now that the body has been sent to the coroner, this diagram can help us reconstruct the details of the case."
"Oh, really?"
You Cheng took it in one hand and looked carefully at Jian Xinyi's reconstruction. He narrowed his eyes and waved the picture in the air a few times with a hint of ridicule, "You are quite creative."
Jian Xinyi watched him swinging the painting back and forth, her expression gradually becoming serious. She chuckled twice, "I was so scared I couldn't sleep. It's okay to stay here. I like painting normally."
Sun Liqing's eyes lit up, and he took the painting and carefully smoothed it out. Hearing her modesty, he shook his head again, smiled softly, and handed the painting over with both hands, "Miss Lin is really brave, and her brushwork is also delicate."
After all, she has experienced it, so her psychological endurance must be better than that of a living person.
But you can't just say that to others, it will scare people.
She cleared her throat and began to make up stories in front of everyone, looking very confident. "After all, my dream is to be a famous young detective."
The three of them were obviously stunned. They looked at each other and didn't know what to say.
For the first time, the interrogation room was quiet.
It was the female clerk who smiled softly and took over her words: "Miss Lin, your words are quite interesting."
"I'm serious."
Jian Xinyi looked at the picture in front of her and suddenly remembered what she had said to Qian Yuan that night.
What if she could really make money by recreating the pictures?
Just as she was about to speak, she heard a creaking sound, and the door of the interrogation room was suddenly pushed open. A man dressed like Sun Liqing walked out and saluted, saying, "Sir, Shaoqing Shen invites you to come over."
The Right Prime Minister frowned, waved his hand impatiently, and stood up to leave.
"That's it for now, I'll be right there."
After watching the Right Prime Minister leave, Jian Xinyi stood up and walked to the chief clerk. She wanted to express her thoughts, but it was a bit awkward to speak rashly, so she had to ask some questions related to the case.
"This case has received so much attention, but is it inseparable from Minister Song?"
"The previous case in Yongye Lane remains unresolved, and now something's happened again. Naturally, the higher-ups are taking it seriously." The female clerk spoke softly, her eyes fixed on the transcript with resentment. "As for Minister Song, he's incredibly greedy, and many people hate him, so naturally, the news spread."
After saying this, she leaned over the table and whispered breathlessly, "As a result, I haven't even slept much these past few days, and I can't remember the witness testimony at all."
Sun Liqing naturally knew how hard they had been working these past few days, but he could only pour them a glass of water and offer some reluctant comfort. "Master Mu has been very tired these past few days. Take a good rest after the case is over."
Jian Xinyi took the water, sipped it, and gently bit the rim of the cup with her teeth. She looked left and right before she spoke her mind, "Being the chief clerk is so tiring, it's better to let others do some things."
"I can help you organize the witness statements and draw a reconstruction of the scene. After the case is over, you can give me fifty cents a month as a reward."
After saying that, he quickly blinked his round eyes, which he thought were cute.
Mu Zhubu obviously didn't expect her to say such a thing, and his face looked a little embarrassed: "I'm afraid I can't make the decision on this. I need to ask Shaoqing for his opinion."
"I think this is a good idea." Sun Liqing bit his lip slightly, staring at Jian Xinyi's picture, wondering what he was thinking. "Even if the number of cases increases, the number of people in the Dali Temple will not change. It would be a good thing if someone could come to help."
"Of course, we can't make up our minds yet." Mu Zhubu patted Jian Xinyi's shoulder, "If we need you, we'll call you."
She was naturally a little sad, her back bent deeply, like a reed hit by frost.
"Okay, I'll go back then."
Jian Xinyi walked outside, took a look at the huge Dali Temple, and stood there in a daze.
Which way should I go?
How come I have no impression of it at all?
It was Sun Liqing who first noticed her dazed look and trotted to the door, "Let me take you there."
She turned around and saw Sun Liqing's eyes, beaming with smiles, shimmering like the warm sunlight. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, carelessly dripping onto his thick, glossy eyelashes. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and he was breathing heavily and cautiously.
He smiled happily, his dark hair swaying back and forth. He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Jian Xinyi, "Why, are you still thinking about what happened just now?"
"Um."
Jian Xinyi nodded and turned away without looking at him.
It was almost noon and the steam in the bun shop had died down. Only a few buns were left, which made Jian Xinyi still greedy.
Sun Liqing didn't notice that she was absent-minded, but continued to comfort her, "Mu Zhubu must be happy to have you come in. The Dali Temple has more men than women. She just didn't dare to agree to you casually, for fear that you would be sad.
"I know, it's really no big deal."
Jian Xinyi knew that finding a part-time job was not an easy thing.
The faint aroma from the bun shop next door drifted to Jian Xinyi's nose again. Being hungry made her more sensitive to food, but she was in a hurry to go out and didn't bring any money.
It’s hard to say in front of people around you.
"In fact, Mu Zhubu is also very capable. After so many years of opening up to female officials, she is the first female official to serve as Zhubu in the Dali Temple. If you can help her, you can be considered to be taking over her position."
Jian Xinyi didn't hear much of what Sun Liqing said. She could only nod mechanically, using her remaining self-will to resist her instinct to eat.
But sadly, her stomach was the first to surrender to the bun shop and started to growl.
Jian Xinyi's face turned red instantly and she couldn't utter a word.
Sun Liqing quickly rummaged through his wallet and pulled Jian Xinyi to the bun shop.
"Look at me, I was so busy with the case that I forgot you didn't even have time to eat breakfast."
Jian Xinyi looked at the man in front of her in confusion. The official uniform on him was not wrinkled at all. His shoulders were broad, and a white deerskin belt was wrapped around his waist, with tassels swinging around his waist.
"Boss, give me these leftover buns."
Hearing the sound, the boss glanced at the two of them, lifted the lid of the steamer, and a cloud of mist suddenly rose up and quickly disappeared.
"Eight cents."
Jian Xinyi looked at the five steamed buns wrapped in oil paper in the boss's hand. Most of the heat had dissipated. No matter how you looked at them, they were left over from the morning. She was dissatisfied and said, "These are just a few leftover buns. Why are they so expensive? Just five cents."
"Five cents is five cents. I'm closing up shop now, so I'll give you guys a break."
The boss's weathered hands quickly picked up a few more buns and left. Soon he disappeared at the street corner.
Sun Liqing handed the bun to her and took a quick bite himself. "It's okay, the skin is very soft and tender."
Jian Xinyi was already starving, so she quickly took a bite of the hot bun, the juice instantly soaking her mouth. While eating, she didn't forget to give him some scientific knowledge, "Every noon, these buns are leftovers from the morning sales. They've been steaming in the steamer for so long that the skin has become soft and there's not much heat left. They even taste cold when you eat them."
"No wonder you bargain so hard."
"Be frugal and manage your household well."
The two walked all the way to the street corner. Jian Xinyi asked Sun Liqing to go back to Dali Temple quickly and she would walk the rest of the way by herself.
She trotted back to the bookstore with the buns in her hand. Just then, Lao Lin was outside making some water. Seeing Jian Xinyi bounding over, he couldn't help but smile as he asked her, "You're back. What took you so long?"
"I was hungry on the way, so Mr. Pingshi bought me some buns. I'll have them for lunch today."
Jian Xinyi happily handed the buns to Lao Lin, "This way we don't have to cook at noon."
Old Lin bit into the bun, his expression still very serious. He pointed at Jian Xinyi and warned, "Don't come back so late next time. Everyone knows that there's a big guy in Yongye Lane. It's very scary."
"I see, but we usually have no grudges against anyone, so this kind of thing won't happen."
Jian Xinyi didn't care, but she felt something was wrong after she finished speaking.
How can he have no hatred or resentment? He has a huge hatred with the nephew's family.
"Dad, that wealthy man's son is up to something again, getting someone to copy my sketchbook. How despicable!" Jian Xinyi took another bite of her vegetarian bun, the aroma of food filling the air. "I've decided to draw something new in the book so they can't copy it even if they want to."
Old Lin patted Jian Xinyi's head lovingly and said, "Okay, Daddy will support you no matter what you do."
In fact, this is very simple. Jian Xinyi counted the remaining books on the bookshelf, then returned to the house and gently folded the straw paper into several small rectangles. Several small paper cards took shape.
She picked up a pen and gently drew the most memorable picture in her mind. In a moment, a few small pieces of cardboard became the protagonist's portrait cards.
Although it is impossible to completely prevent plagiarism, this form was first created by her here and no one can take it away.
Jian Xinyi blew gently on Xiaoka, and the portrait on the paper became lively with the airflow.
It seems like he is really alive.
She randomly stuffed these small cards in front of several unsold sketchbooks and looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction.
Before she could be happy for long, a man's voice suddenly rang out from the tea station behind her, shattering Jian Xinyi's fantasy of getting rich quickly.
"Girl, give me a glass of water."
"Hey, I'll be right there."
Jian Xinyi had no choice but to hurry and pour water for the guests, and her sweet dream had to be put on hold for a while.
Clear water washed over the white porcelain jar. Jian Xinyi gently handed the teacup over, only to hear the man ask, "I just heard you talking about the headless corpse. Was it discovered recently?"
She looked up when she heard the voice. The man was extremely thin, with sunken eye sockets. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was as weak as a willow in the wind.
"Yes, sir, you better be careful."
Jian Xinyi reminded him kindly, then put the kettle back where it was, intending to continue writing the main storyline.
"I shouldn't be careful, after all..."
The man muttered softly and looked at Jian Xinyi.
She was still in the sunshine, holding a pen, wondering what she was thinking about.
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