He made a crooked painting, in which the outline of a five-foot-five-inch fat man could be vaguely seen.
He is not tall, but he is very burly, and his head shape is easy to recognize, and he is smooth!
He has a square mouth and broad nose, and his appearance is very ordinary, but there is a black mole on the left corner of his mouth, which is iconic and easy to recognize.
Jiang Fugui stared at his daughter with strange eyes, "You can even figure out what a person looks like??"
Although this painting skill is quite alluring, Jiang Fugui thought to himself: If his girl can really figure out the appearance of the murderer, she will definitely be able to find the person just based on this portrait with strong characteristics!
"If the father believes in his daughter, then take the portrait and go find him. You have to hurry up. From what I see, this man's face is not easy to get along with. He may have committed more than twenty crimes, and his men are killing people like crazy. You guys
The corpses found are probably just some of the ones he threw out to tease you."
Jiang Fugui was so shocked that he was covered in cold sweat and had no time to chat with his daughter. He immediately turned around and ran out quickly.
"Hurry and prepare the car and go to Mr. Hu's house!"
At noon that day, the streets and alleys were filled with this crooked and ugly portrait made by a little girl.
Jiang Fugui hired a dozen painters and asked them to paint thousands of portraits based on his daughter's portraits.
None of the painters dared to delay the work. Although they felt that the painting style was extremely ugly, no one of them dared to tamper with the content of the portrait without authorization.
So, Mr. Jiang stared at the piles of strange paintings in the hands of the guards, his eyes twitching.
The patrol battalion took the portraits and searched for people in the streets.
Gates in various parts of the capital are heavily guarded, and identity checks are required when entering or exiting.
In the villages near the outskirts, the Ministry of Punishment and the Dali Temple launched a heavy attack, sending people to each household to inspect and compare portraits.
A hurricane quietly blew up in Shangjing City.
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While packing her things, the little girl beat and beat her, and greeted the ancestors of the Shen family several times.
"I will never make friends with anyone named Shen again." The little girl scolded and cleaned up.
Chunya and Qiuye secretly endured the pain of laughing, and had to suppress the smile on their lips.
"The elder said that he will personally send you to Shangjing Academy in three days. You are still free in these two days. How about I accompany the young lady out for a walk?"
"What are you going to do?" Jiang Nai said angrily, "No matter how good the game is, it's boring."
When he thought about going to school the day after tomorrow, and fearing that he would not even be able to sleep at all from now on, Jiang Xiaosi had a sad expression on his face, sat on the edge of the bed, beat the bed and shouted, "I should have killed him in the first place!"
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Chunya hurriedly ran forward and covered the little girl's mouth, sweating profusely and said, "Young lady is not in the mood to gossip."
If someone who cares hears this, what should they do?
They also teased her with melon seeds, peanuts and walnut kernels. The little girl didn't like anything she ate and was in a bad mood.
"No matter what delicacies we eat now, even phoenix meat is tasteless." Jiang Nai hummed and said, "Don't worry about me, go out and leave me alone for a while."
She needs to calm down and think about how to walk in a low-key way in the future.
This guy moved into the mountain house and sighed dejectedly.
Xiao Huihui suddenly jumped over and shouted: "Master, the two spiritual fruits you threw in last time are Yinluo fruits. However, they have been stored for too long and are not very spiritual anymore."
"But master, don't worry, I will remove their roots."