1324. Chapter 1324 Be ruthless, be ruthless, and kill!
Swish--
Swish swish——
Charcoal travels across the sketch paper.
In front of his desk, Bo Jinghan concentrated on writing and drawing.
However, several times in a row, he balled up the half-finished sketch and threw it towards the wastebasket at his feet.
"Miss, it's very late, it's time for you to rest!"
aside.
Aze stood on the side of the desk, looking at her busy figure, and said something unbearably.
But Bo Jinghan's attention seemed to be all on the wandering pen, and he didn't hear his reminder at all, and he was still painting the portrait that never looked like it.
Halfway through the painting, she stopped writing irritably.
After a pause, he suddenly used the tip of his pen to make a big cross on the portrait sketch.
Then he skillfully clenched the sketch paper into a ball and slammed it forward.
Ahhhh——
Bo Jinghan screamed in his heart.
Immediately, she suddenly lowered her head and hit the table hard.
"Miss, what are you doing! You..."
"Aze, I can't draw it! I can't draw the whole picture of Sheng Qing. It seems that in my mind, I only have the way he looked when he died——"
Bloody, twisted, ferocious, and desperate.
In my impression, Sheng Qing, who is supposed to be gentle, considerate, and very fond of laughing, is completely different from the gentlemanly person.
Even though she had tried her best to remember.
But all that was left of that appearance was a vague shadow, which was replaced by the appearance covered in blood as it continued to draw.
For Bo Jinghan, this is probably a nightmare that will never go away!
"Miss, stop drawing. If you can't draw it, we can look for his photo and give it to Young Master Ji Er. I remember Miss Su has one. We can just ask her for one. If that doesn't work... I'll go
I’ll bring you one directly. As long as you don’t wrong yourself so much, okay? I won’t draw any more, okay?”
Approaching, Aze wanted to hug her gently.
But the outstretched hand froze in mid-air, then fell on her shoulder, gently shook her shoulder, and helped her up from the table.
He whispered guidance and comfort.
But he looked towards the sketchbook on the table, his eyes flickering slightly.
Although Ji Yueze didn't know why he suddenly asked Bo Jinghan to draw a portrait of Zhang Shengqing for him, he clearly remembered that a document that had not been screened by him was placed on Bo Jinghan's desk not long ago.
That document is about Sheng Qing.
"Aze... do you remember that document? It was the one that suddenly appeared on my desk that day, sandwiched among a pile of confidential documents."
Lean back.
Bo Jinghan leaned back in the leather chair tiredly, half-closed his eyes and sighed.
What was lingering in my mind was what Ji Yueze said when I met with him this afternoon -
"Ms. Mo Huan is about to return to China and will be transferred to MSS. I contacted her once because of our work relationship."
"She asked me to convey to you that she has researched recent cases similar to the Sheng Qing case at home and abroad. She suspects... that they were committed by the same person. She asked you to be more careful."
"Also, she made a particularly bold guess. She believed that that person is beside you. Also, that person may be 'Sheng Qing'!"
…
Sheng Qing.
How could it be Sheng Qing?!
How could someone who was already dead, someone who actually died in front of her, come back to life?
