Chapter 107
No matter how similar the faces are, they cannot fool the eyes of an art student who is used to painting portraits.
Chen He looked at the photo for a while, then took out her tablet and found the character design of Curly that she had drawn.
Well... the drawing is not off the mark. It's like a cartoon version of the image drawn based on this ID photo, with some exaggeration and emphasis on the features.
The son of Aunt Qi Liangpi, Juanmao, must be the little Song Zhou from the medical school. But it was not her boyfriend Song Zhou as she suspected.
Instead of feeling relieved, she became even more anxious - the two looked so similar and had the same name.
All with curly hair.
This is no coincidence.
He slid his finger across the tablet, and a character design of the young Qiu Song appeared.
After staring at it for a while, he suddenly picked up the stylus and started to make changes.
Redraw the hairstyle and change it to curly hair. Erase the stains on the face and make the skin color very light.
Add a pair of thin-framed plain glasses.
She stared at the final portrait, her heart pounding.
Slowly put the tablet on the bed, adjusted your breathing, and opened the door.
It was already seven o'clock in the evening and the lights were on in the corridor.
Zhang You didn't dare to relax at all.
He lived in the room opposite, with the door always open. He sat upside down on a chair with his chin resting on the back of the chair, his face facing the door, staring at the door of Chen He's room opposite, almost without blinking.
Another colleague who shared the same room with him wanted to take his shift, but he didn't dare to do so. He only let his colleague take over when he occasionally went to the toilet.
As soon as Chen He's door opened, Zhang You immediately stood up.
"Teacher Chen, is there something wrong?"
Chen He smiled slightly: "It's too boring to be alone in the room."
"Then you can come to our room and chat!"
"What's there to talk about with you guys?"
Zhang You: “…”
"Is there a police lady?"
A response came from another room nearby: "I, I..."
A young female police officer raised her hand and stepped forward impatiently.
The policewoman was from the Lanzhou police. She knew that her mission these days was to protect the cartoonist. She was very curious about Chen He, but was too embarrassed to approach him.
Finally got the chance.
The policewoman came to Chen He's room in high spirits. The two of them laughed and chatted about this and that.
Naturally, we talked about "Prophecy from the Other Shore".
"I've read the comics." The policewoman's eyes were full of admiration. "I believe your drawings are the truth about the bombing ten years ago."
The policewoman lowered her voice, "This case must have been handled incorrectly back then. Our leaders have been investigating this over the past couple of days. Those who handled this case at the time must be held accountable!"
"If it weren't for your comics that reopened the investigation, poor Qiu Song would have no chance of clearing his name!"
Chen He sighed regretfully, "I've never actually met Qiu Song. I imagined his appearance. I really want to know if the painting looks like him."
The policewoman patted her chest and said, "That's easy. The old case files were retrieved a few days ago. There must be photos in them. I'll find them and take photos for you!"
"Oh, is that appropriate? It won't violate discipline, right?"
"It's okay, I'll ask my boss first, he'll definitely agree."
Chen He said gratefully, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Shortly after the female police officer resigned, Chen He received a photo of her ID from her.
The ID photo of the young Qiu Song.
Chen He took just one look, then held the phone to his chest and squatted on the ground.
Her Song Zhou is really Qiu Song.
"Qiu Yue, your brother is still alive. He is Song Zhou." Chen He said in a very low voice.
Tears silently streamed down his face.
When the waves of sadness and joy in her heart subsided a little, she realized that something was wrong - Qiu Song was still alive, so who was the person who died in the explosion?
Why has he been so wary of his true identity for so many years that he even hid it from her?
I figured it out in a moment. My heart sank.
The person who died in the explosion in the auto repair shop should be Curly, the son of Aunt Qi Liangpi's family - the real Song Zhou.
Qiu Song borrowed Curly's identity and name and became Song Zhou.
Why did this happen and what happened in between?
Could it be that he is... at fault, or responsible in this matter?
Chen He sat on the floor and thought about it for a while. When he looked up, he found that the room was dark.
It's getting dark.
She stood up, stretched her legs, and turned on the light.
At the same time, a message suddenly appeared on the phone:
"I'm sorry I lied to you. I've done something illegal. I'm at the Qingde Auto Repair Shop. Come over and I'll tell you everything."
It was sent by Song Zhou.
Chen He's breathing became rapid. She called Song Zhou directly, but the phone was turned off.
She got up and put on her coat.
She believed in the Song Zhou she knew.
He would not harm Curly, nor would he harm her. Even if something happened, it must have been out of necessity.
She desperately wanted to see Song Zhou, she just wanted an explanation.
After getting dressed, he walked to the door, put his hand on the door handle, and froze again.
There were police officers everywhere outside, and according to the order Chang Ting gave when he left, she would never be allowed to leave the hotel.
If she said the situation was urgent and she had to go out, Zhang You and others would definitely accompany her.
But... the words "I have done something illegal" hurt her eyes.
What if - what if it's serious?
Before finding out the specific situation, she was unwilling to expose Song Zhou directly to the police's sight.
Also, think about it calmly - Song Zhou had clearly told her not to go out, so why did he ask her out again and then turned off his phone?
She read the WeChat message again.
More and more confused.
Is this really sent by Song Zhou?
Oh, and about the soup. Song Zhou said he wanted to order some for her, but no one brought it.
She glanced again at the meeting place, Qingde Auto Repair Shop. It was even stranger.
She tried calling Boss Niu's cell phone, but no one answered.
Smell the scent of a trap.
Going alone is not a good idea.
I want to get ahead of the police, but I also want the police to help me.
what to do?
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