According to the oral narrative of others, copying portraits is a compulsory skill for those in the Jinyiwei who are responsible for criminal affairs.

Among the Jinyiwei, there are more than a dozen masters who can draw the outline of the offender in just a few words from others. But those people are really not enough to see compared to the old man in front of him.

The old man's movements were very slow and his writing was very light, but his calmness and confidence were rare in He Guangyi's life.

After three or five strokes, a man's lifelike appearance was already vividly revealed on the paper.

He has a square face, squinting eyes, a garlic nose, and a sky-high ground. His eyebrows are thick and his beard is dense. It seems that due to his years of frowning, there is a shallow Sichuan pattern in the middle of his eyebrows.

While Manager Qian finished describing, he also finished drawing.

Mao Xiang said to Manager Qian, "Let's turn around and see if it's him?"

Manager Qian turned his head suspiciously and shouted, "Yes, that's it! That's him!" As he said that, he shouted at a loss, "Especially his eyes look different from ordinary people!"

"The villain can't say it. Anyway, we honest people like us definitely don't have that kind of look. He looked at the villain at that time, and the villain was not doing well in his work!"

He Guangyi also looked at the portrait and said, "This man's eyes look like a soldier!" As he said, he said with a certain tone, "It's a border army. He has been stationed outside the border for many years, and everyone has a cold look!"

"It's easy to have a portrait!" After Mao Xiang said that, he looked at Manager Qian again, "Do you still remember where he came from? In front of your shop?"

Manager Qian thought about it, "West! The villain was squatting on the threshold with a bowl and eating, and beating the person from the west. He didn't say he wanted to buy sesame cakes at the beginning, maybe he was smelling the fragrance. The villain remembered that he stayed in front of the villain's door for a while before he spoke!"

"Why did he ask where this person came from?" He Guangyi was puzzled.

Mao Xiang seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and murmured, "It's right to the west. The west side of Qianji Shaobing Shop is the back gate of the royal palace!"

"The Prince's Mansion?" He Guangyi was suddenly shocked, as if he had grabbed something, but it was still a little blurry.

"Go back, don't mention what happened today to anyone!" Mao Xiang said to Manager Qian softly, "Remember, if you reveal half a word to others, you will never be able to bake sesame cakes in the second half of your life!"

"The villain understands, the villain understands!" Manager Qian kowtowed like pounding garlic.

He was just an ordinary person, and he had never seen this formation. A group of ferocious men broke into the door, put the knife directly on his neck, and then was caught here...

"Go back!" Mao Xiang waved his hand slightly.

Manager Qian got up immediately, looked at him in fear, and ran out without looking back.

"Wait!" Mao Xiang shouted, took out a bright gold bar from his arms, threw it over, and landed on the ground with a clang, "Pick it up and reward you!"

"This..." Manager Qian didn't dare.

"Let you take it!" Xiao Quan, who was full, glared at him.

Manager Qian quickly picked it up and ran away.

Subsequently, a few portraits were copied.

Mao Xiang personally rolled up a picture and handed it to He Guangyi, "I have a portrait, what should I do next? I don't need to teach you!"

He Guangyi solemnly took it, "Don't worry, senior!" As he said, he looked at Mao Xiang's eyes, "First check from the outside, and finally check the inside!"

Mao Xiang smiled, stood up, stretched, "That's your business!" He said, looking at the sky, "Go busy, it's almost dawn!"

~~~

The bleakness at dawn is like a sign of winter coming.

At this time, most of the residents in the inner city were still sleeping soundly, while the people in the outer city had already stood up and were about to start working hard for a day's livelihood.

The dim lights were light and dark, and the air brought some odor of mixed grain porridge and cakes.

Wang......Woo...

Someone's dog barked at the street, and then stopped abruptly the next second, as if it was pinched by the owner.

On the narrow and messy long street, a group of people walked expressionlessly.

At the front were a few tall and thin men, staring at the surroundings with cold eyes.

Several men who had just left the house to go to work stepped on the street with one leg and immediately shrank back. They nodded and bowed to the people who came to the group.

"Erlang, so early?"

"Yeah!" Zhang Erlang, surrounded by the crowd, smiled at these poor neighbors, "Are you going to work?" As he said that, he stopped and smiled again, "You warehousekeepers are also unscrupulous and have to go to work before dawn!"

"We are busy in the warehouse, let's go early!" The men who were about to work lowered their heads and chuckled.

"It's good to have breakfast, and the more people who rely on their strength to eat, they do it!" Zhang Erlang smiled, just as he was about to leave, he found that something was wrong with the other party's expression.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Erlang paused again, "But is there any difficulties at home? Or is it happening?"

Several men who were working looked at each other, and one of them said boldly, "We shouldn't have troubled Erlang, but... the warehouse would have promised to pay the wage every three days, but yesterday the warehouse manager said that business this year is not good, so we have to pay it every month. You also know that if you don't have cash, your family will be hungry..."

Suddenly, the smile on Zhang Erlang's face disappeared, "Hmph, it's his warehouse's business that is not good, and it's natural for you to work hard to get money." As he said that, he paused, "You go to work first!"

After a few men walked away, Zhang Erlang said to the people around him, "Liuzi, at noon, you can tell the shopkeepers of the warehouse that I don't care about others, and my people will have to pay when they work. If you ask them, are they giving it to you on their own initiative or ask me to ask for it!"

"I understand!" Liuzi nodded, then pointed to a low house in front of him, "It's that house... Last March, Zhou Dasheng's uncle came to him to settle down. He didn't go out to find a job. He went all day long to travel around the world, talking about gods and Buddhas, and suffering in this life, like the people and other nonsense!"

"Let's go!" Zhang Erlang said, and took people straight over.

Since Guo Yuanshan handed him over the mission, he has been working hard to investigate the mixed place of the outer city with his confidant.

After checking, I found some clues and caught some people.

And the person who was about to be arrested was the main culprit who was recognized by many people at the same time.

This man privately spread the White Lotus Sect in the outer city.

The thatched hut was pitch black without any lights.

Zhang Erlang outside waved his hand, and a man walked to the door, inserted the dagger in his hand through the crack of the door, and then pushed it slightly. The wooden door opened silently.

The people inside seemed to be awakened by the influx of cold wind, and opened their eyes in a daze.

"who........"

Immediately afterwards, the woman's scream suddenly rang.

"ah!"

Several men entered with daggers and immediately controlled the people inside.

On the long street, many people looked over suspiciously.

Liuzi stood beside Zhang Erlang, "Erlang does things, don't look at what you shouldn't have!"

In an instant, all the suspicious and curious eyes on the long street disappeared.

Zhang Erlang bent over and entered the house.

A wolf-like gaze passed by those horrified faces.

"Erlang, this is Zhou Dasheng!"

Zhou Dasheng was in his thirties and was unable to move his neck with a dagger.

Zhang Erlang did not talk to him immediately, but instead swept the house and found that there were still residues from yesterday's supper on the table next to him.

"Ha, the food is good, and there is meat!"

Zhang Erlang smiled contemptuously, "Where is your mother?"

"I............"

Zhou Dasheng was hesitant and heard a puff all over before he finished speaking. It turned out that a dagger had pierced into his thighs and blood flowed. Then he screamed loudly.

"ah!"

"Shut up!" Liuzi shouted loudly and looked at the wife beside Zhou Dasheng, "Come here, pull this woman out and send it to the prostitute village to give happiness to the brothers!"

"The head of the family! The head of the family!" the woman began to scream.

A few men pulled her arm and pulled her out of the bed, and the spring was filled with light.

"The head of the family? The head of the family?" Seeing Zhou Dasheng lowering his head and covering his wound without saying anything, the woman howled and said, "Heroes! Dear men! His uncle went to Laojun Temple last night and didn't return overnight!"

"Shut up!" Zhou Dasheng cursed angrily, "Slutty damn!"

Puchi, another stab was stabbed in.

In Zhou Dasheng's scream, Zhang Erlang looked at the woman, "You are sure to be in Laojun Temple!"

"Yes!" the woman shouted, "I just had supper yesterday, and the temple Zhu from Laojun Temple came to find him in person and then left together!"

Zhang Erlang thought about it, "Catch them all, gaggle them!" Then, waved his hand, "Laojun Temple!"

~~~

I was quickly rear-ended by a small truck in Guangyuan early yesterday morning. Now I only have one hand to work, so I’ll forgive me.
Chapter completed!