Dou Lixin didn't stay long before taking the others away.
Chen Yongming slumped on the chair, looking at the unclosed door with a pale face.
The sun shines through the five-inch-wide crack in the door, leaving a bright streak on the document.
For most of his life, Chen Yongming was turbulent in his mind, and he was really unwilling to let him die like this.
If a poor person with no hope of life is worse than a dog, then he will die.
But he was in his prime and had a bright future, so why should he die?
The door was suddenly pushed open. Chen Yongming narrowed his eyes. It was his confidant who came in.
"Sir, the copying work has been given," the subordinate said.
Chen Yongming adjusted his sitting posture and said straightly: "Is Xin Shun awake?"
"not yet!"
"Where's Kong Yuanjie?"
"Sleeping like a dead pig," his subordinates mocked, "I don't know how this Zi Ning girl tormented him."
"I still don't know who is torturing whom." Chen Yongming said calmly.
Kong Yuanjie was very sadistic, and he had no mercy for any of the stunning beauties in Yangchuanfang, and even almost killed them several times.
Chen Yongming tapped his fingers on the table, thought for a moment, and said, "I'm telling you something, and you must do it for me immediately!"
"yes!"
Xin Shun didn't sleep for long. Several new corpses caused some noise in the back office, and Xin Shun woke up from the bed.
An autopsy was conducted on both men, and the report was that they were all fatal with one stab wound, both in the throat. The wounds were caused by the same method as the one seen before on the male body found on the roof.
He is both ruthless and crisp, showing that he is a top-notch killer.
Xin Shun drank tea slowly, his eyes fell on the sunlight on the ground, and he was seriously distracted.
After a while, he looked at his entourage: "I asked Luo Jing to find an artist to paint last night. How did the artist paint?"
"The painting is done and the portrait has been sent."
"What about the painting?"
"Master Chen asked someone to copy it."
Xin Shun frowned: "Go get it."
The entourage left in a hurry, Xin Shun stood up and walked slowly through the house with his hands behind his back.
Several gangsters looked at him and did not dare to say anything or leave without his instructions.
Soon, the entourage came back with the portrait.
It is not an original painting by Tai Zicang, but a copy on the spot, and the ink marks are still brand new.
It is different from the ordinary wanted portraits. This portrait is more layered and three-dimensional, and it is more lifelike than the ordinary flat portraits.
The girl in the painting has a calm face, thin eyebrows and bright eyes, and the outline of her face is smooth and clean, all drawn in one stroke.
"What, it's her?!" Xin Shun said blankly, "She's also following the letter?"
The attendant was curious: "Sir, who?"
"Impossible!" Xin Shun raised his eyebrows and sat back on the chair, "How could she be Song Zhiyi's person? This is a mistake."
"Ah?" the attendant said, "Sir, is this person not the one we want? Or is he someone you know?"
"Well, I know that there is absolutely no way she can work for Song Zhiyi."
Xin Shun put the portrait aside and looked at the man in the other portrait.
"Then let me tell you," the attendant said, "Chen Yongming directly ordered the portraits to be copied, and said that they would be posted in the streets and alleys. I have already painted a few pictures and have them posted in a hurry."
Xin Shun blinked and raised his head: "What?"
"Perhaps, during the time I came back, several more pictures were posted," the attendant said, "There are too many painters in the government office here, and they are all disciples brought by Tai Zicang. I have work to do now, so I'd better copy this.
It’s so simple, and each of them wrote as if they were inspired.”
"Isn't this nonsense!" Xin Shun stood up and suddenly shouted, "Why are you so self-assertive! Why did you post it? Go and tear it up! Send someone to tear it up quickly! Hurry!!"
When he said he was in a hurry, he stretched out his hand to push his entourage: "Go quickly!"
"Oh, oh..." The attendant was pushed out of the door. This was the first time he saw such an anxious gentleman.
The follower ran away quickly.
The man in the room looked at Xin Shun, and one of them bravely said: "Mr. Fengcai, this woman is..."
"As expected, these corpses were all killed by her," Xin Shun said.
"Then we are still wanted?" Wu Zuo was puzzled, "Why did you give up?"
Xin Shun calmed down and said, "Yes, that's the truth."
"yes."
"No, no," Xin Shun shook his head, "If she wants to kill someone, let her kill him."
"ah?"
"gentlemen?"
The writers were dumbfounded.
Xin Shun slapped his forehead and didn't know what to say. He picked up a cup of tea and drank it. He calmed down and said: "It should be said that she has her own reasons for killing whomever she wants to kill. She will not kill indiscriminately. But if she is allowed to
Seeing those wanted portraits on the street, she might come to us in anger, and that would be us..."
He didn't say any more.
"We have government guards and an army," Wu Zuo said.
Xin Shun fell silent.
After taking another sip of tea, Xin Shun put down the tea cup unusually calmly and said calmly: "Do you know what it means to kill someone when someone stands in the way, and kill a Buddha when someone stands in the way of a Buddha?"
"...this woman?"
"She is a living hell," Xin Shun said, "Anyway, don't mess with her."
"The Living King of Hell...that's even more unacceptable."
Xin Shun glanced sideways at the man who was speaking.
Wu Zuo had never seen such a look in his eyes, disgusting, indifferent, and with a hint of "you are so annoying".
Is this the same Mr. Xin Shun who was calm, kind, and even a little gentle before?
"It really doesn't make sense to you," Xin Shun said, "I won't tell you anymore, just go down."
"..."
After the painters left, Xin Shun picked up the portrait again.
The eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose are so similar and so beautiful.
but……
"Come here!" Xin Shun shouted.
Konoe walked in: "Mr."
Xin Shun rolled up the drawing paper and asked: "Where did the general sleep last night, the Academy or the Military Town Department?"
"The general is at the Military Town Department."
"Then you quickly send this painting to the Military Town Department," Xin Shun handed it over. "Tell the general that she was just following the letter and killed five people."
"Yes." Konoe didn't ask any further questions.
The portrait was taken away by the guards. Xin Shun drank the last sip of tea in the tea cup and got up to find Chen Yongming.
The office room was empty, but there were a few pastries on the table.
The aroma is sweet and rich, and the shape is elegant. Xinshun went over to take a sniff and thought it was delicious.
I just woke up and I'm hungry. This pastry is really tempting.
Xin Shun looked at it a few more times, then turned and left.
Chen Yongming, wearing the clothes of a government official, was hiding under a bookcase not far away, just blocked by the shadow.
He raised his hand and patted his chest, covered in cold sweat.
When Xin Shun was almost gone, Chen Yongming got up from the corner.
Before, I was still laughing at Kong Yuanjie for his waist pain, but now it was his turn to suffer from back pain.
He straightened his hat and left.
After walking a few steps, he turned back and his eyes fell on the Yingfu cake and Bazhen cake on the table.
Chen Yongming looked at them deeply, his eyes becoming complicated. The sunlight outside the room fell on his face, making the other half of his face appear in the dark.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and swept all the cakes to the ground.
