"The key clue? What clue?" Han Jinsong leaned forward immediately, his eyes staring at Cheng Beiguo's face.

He had long thought of this possibility.

Cheng Beiguo specially invited him over, not for those known clues, but for the task force, it was found a new breakthrough point.

Compared to the anxious emotions that the old detective could not suppress at this time, Cheng Beiguo still looked lazy, and the clear sound lines came from the microphone, neither fast nor slow:

"The witness said that when he was checking tickets in the carriage, he saw a man carrying a picture board talking to the mother and son, and we got a portrait of the man."

Su Yin opened her mouth wide in shock.

portrait?

No, no?

I accidentally fell from Cheng Beiguo’s folder just now, and she happened to see a broken portrait. Could it be that it was the portrait of the murderer based on the confession of the witness?

Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom! What kind of luck is this in my palace against the will of heaven? No wonder I grabbed a huge red envelope of more than three yuan that day. Hahaha, Mercury retrograde has finally passed, and I will definitely have a bright future.

Su Yin was so happy that her eyes were glowing, her lips couldn't help but curl up, and her head swayed slightly.

If someone enters the house, he will definitely think that this person is immersed in the rhythm of the East-Shot beat and cannot extricate himself.

Su Yin does have reasons to be happy.

Although the portrait is not complete, the tube nose is the rare Fuxi nose, and the outline of the suspect has been drawn.

These two items alone greatly narrowed the scope of her search.

It is better to follow the map than to have a dark look. Besides, Su Yin now has an extraordinary dynamic vision. It is not difficult for her to find a unique nose among millions of people.

However, soon, the smile on Su Yin's face gradually disappeared.

She thought of a very important question:

By the way, what does the portrait look like?

After practicing for a long time, her memory has not improved. At this time, she wants to recall the person in the painting, but there is only an extremely vague outline in her mind.

Oh, I'm so stupid!

Su Yin was so angry that she poked her head with her finger.

However, if you don’t remember it, it’s useless to poke anywhere.

"Buzz--"

The phone in the bag suddenly vibrated.

Su Yin was full of anxiety, took out her phone with an impatient look and lit the screen.

Then, she opened her mouth and stopped moving.

What did she see?

Blinking hard, then blinking, Su Yin stared at the screen.

That's right, this extremely clear remake is the portrait of the murderer she saw just now.

When did I take pictures? Why don’t I know?

Su Yin was covered in a muddy head and didn't understand what was going on.

At this moment, a tender voice suddenly came into the ear drum:

"Yaaaa--"

With this sound, two beautiful silver leaves slowly poked out from the screen, flashing like two big eyes that were flashing.

Little Snow Vine?!

"You took it?"

Su Yin asked questions with his thoughts.

"Ye——" The tiny vine tips pointed downwards.

Is this guy really what he did?

Su Yin was completely in a bad mood, and she was not horizontal or vertical.

Now she and Xiaoxue Teng are in a similar mood, and when the little guy nodded just now, he also passed on a thought:

"Card."

There is only one word.

Still an onomatopoeia.

It sounds like the sound of a button that takes a photo on a mobile phone.

So, this remake was really what Xiao Xue Teng used to operate automatically through the bag just now?

Beautiful job!

Su Yin was so happy that she was so happy that she could only let her hand shake her. The real spirit of Tianyuan was soaked in Xiao Xue Teng's face.

Xiaoxue Tengxian never expected that the true spirit from heaven would come from the sky, and shouted "Yaah--" and shook his body a few times.

Then, the two silver leaves narrowed into small crescent moons, shiny, like two curved smiling eyes.

"Wow!"

The little thing has not yet fully opened up its wisdom. Every time he pronounces, he jumps out one word at a time. This word means he is very happy.

Su Yin gently patted her vine-spider to show her praise and at the same time she said:

"Go back quickly, don't let people see it."

Xiao Xue Teng intimately took the leaves and stuck them on her fingertips, and then obediently retracted her phone.

Su Yin opened the photo and then realized that at some point, there was an app on her phone.

The pattern of two silver leaves is mixed in a lot of apps such as Taobao, Dong, and Eat, and is inconspicuous. When Su Yin looked over, the small leaves shook a few times.

It's a mature app.

Su Yin was very satisfied.

Who says forgetfulness is not good?

If it weren't for forgetfulness, she wouldn't have had a caring little helper.

The joy of a certain eighteenth line in the conference room obviously did not affect Han Jinsong in the transfer room next door.

When he heard Cheng Beiguo say the word "portrait", he first proved it, and then the hope in his eyes turned into disappointment. He sat back in the chair again, slowly picked up the coffee cup, shook his head and sighed: "It turned out to be a portrait."

After speaking, he tilted his neck and took a big mouthful of coffee.

He actually has portraits.

More than one picture.

Among those witnesses back then, some saw the face of the "painted board" and he also asked someone to draw portraits, but those portraits...

"Senior, this time it's different."

Cheng Beiguo seemed to know what he was thinking. While he was speaking, a paper portrait appeared in front of Han Jinsong. There was only one nose and rough face outline on it, and the rest were all blank.

Han Jinsong raised his head and looked at Cheng Beiguo in confusion.

That's it?

From his eyes, Cheng Beiguo clearly read these two words.

"You are even missing facial features, not as good as mine." Han Jinsong said immediately, and his tone felt a little depressed:

"I didn't take out those portraits because the person who painted them was simply... outrageous and had no reference value at all."

Those portraits turned into jokes in the bureau back then.

One of the "painted-backed" people who witnessed were counted as one, and they were all famous, such as: a popular Western rock star, a famous actor in the Chinese silent film era, a politician who appeared in elementary school textbooks, and even witnesses claimed to have seen Buddha.

Han Jinsong was very passive by these portraits back then. Even now, he couldn't figure out why this situation happened?

Are witnesses collectively dazzled? collectively crazy? Or are they collectively possessed by aliens?

Apart from the above three points, he could not find a reasonable explanation.

In the end, he simply abandoned all these portraits and focused on the "paintboarder" to investigate the downward line, but he also made some achievements.

"This time is different from the past, senior. This portrait was not painted by our police, but by witnesses." Cheng Beiguo said while pointing out the corners of the portrait:

"Didn't you notice that the paper in this portrait is different from the ones we used in police?"

After he reminded him, Han Jinsong noticed that the paper in this portrait was indeed very common for the police station to use painting paper, but a paper with subtle patterns that looked very textured.

"I haven't finished speaking yet. Although the witness worked on the railway, he had been learning painting when he was young and was admitted to the Imperial Capital Academy of Fine Arts. After graduation, he worked in a small art academy for several years, and later he worked as a senior in the railway system.

In addition, there is more important point. The witness is a very rare patient with super memory. His hippocampus is extremely developed. I have seen the certificate issued by an authoritative hospital."

"Super memory?"

A whisper rang in the conference room and the adjustment room at the same time.
To be continued...