What? Lin Yi couldn't believe his ears, what he heard.
Zhao Bin went so far as to spend his own money to buy information, and if anyone who set up a stall there said they saw a suspect, he would ask them to describe it.
Then he found a painter to help him draw these things.
Lin Yi even felt that Zhao Bin's head was getting bigger and bigger. Did he have money to burn, or did he have too much money and no place to spend it?
Zhao Bin said: "When I first started looking for clues around there, I wanted to pretend to be a policeman, but I looked like this. They all thought I looked a bit scoundrel and didn't look particularly like a policeman!"
"So I pretended to be a police officer several times, but my family didn't believe me. Some people said that since you are a police officer, please show us your police certificate. Let us take a look at the police officer certificate, but I couldn't show it!"
So it can only be said that Zhao Bin was just a detective who came to look for clues, but in this case, it was not said that he got the permission of the police.
So he could only spend some money and get some information from their mouths.
Some people really know something. He feels that he did see a suspicious person those days and what that person looked like.
"I have asked the person next to me to draw a picture for him, and the portrait artist has drawn it."
"Yeah?"
Lin Yi put down the chopsticks in his hand, "Where is the portrait?"
As Zhao Bin said this, he took it out from his backpack and put it on the table when he took it out.
Lin Yi was shocked. There must be at least twenty or thirty sheets in a particularly thick pile.
When Lin Yi saw these portraits, and then looked at Zhao Bin, who looked haggard after a day of exhaustion, he felt that Zhao Bin really had a big head and a thick neck.
You really have a big head and a big head, you don’t have to worry about it raining, others have an umbrella and you have a big head.
If a person like this is not fooled by others, who else should he be fooled? This guy must have spent at least several thousand dollars a day, and he spent all of it on useless things.
The portrait artist must have had a good harvest today, but he didn't expect that he would get rich today, and such a bad guy came to ask for his portrait.
Lin Yi casually took out one or two photos, looked at them, and then thought to himself that this portraitist was pretty good.
We won’t say whether it is useful to replace him with this person, but it can be seen that this writing method is still very utilitarian, making people feel that he is not an ordinary person.
Generally, some portrait painters are frustrated and can only do business on the streets to paint pictures and portraits for others. Some people are better at painting portraits of others, and the paintings they draw are particularly like and lifelike.
It's a really good job, and it's very profitable.
Lin Yi asked Zhao Bin: "Do you have the contact information of this painter?"
Zhao Bin said: "Of course, the person I like must have his contact information, and this is a talent. I don't know what use it will be in the future!"
Lin Yi also gave Zhao Bin a thumbs up, feeling that Zhao Bin had a pretty good taste.
Regardless of whether the clue he found was useful or not, the painter he found definitely had first-class painting skills and was quite capable.
It makes people think that this person at least has a strong foundation in art, and he must have learned a lot in the art academy.
Lin Yi nodded with great satisfaction.
When Zhao Bin saw Lin Yi looking at the portraits in his hands with great satisfaction, he felt that everything he had done today was not a waste of time or money.
At least it made him feel that he might have done the right thing.
Because Lin Yi also wanted to go to the scene of the crime, walk it over again, step on it, and simulate what the scene was like when the crime occurred?
But Lin Yi was unable to move because his foot was injured, so Zhao Bin felt that he should do these things for Lin Yi.
At least if Lin Yi can see these things, he can feel some comfort in his heart.
He felt that the whole day was wasted by saying that he didn't say it was today, but at least something was gained.
Lin Yi was looking through the portraits one by one, and Zhao Bin was still explaining to him, talking about this person, he meant the bun seller, that is, he often appeared around here.
The timing of his appearance in those few days was special, so Lin Yi took a look at his photo and felt that the person's appearance, as well as the actions he said and did at that time, seemed like a wanderer doing nothing on the street.
It's more like the kind of thief who wants to touch other people's mobile wallets and other important financial matters at any time.
Because Zhao Bin wanted the vendors to describe the suspicious people passing by the door of the restaurant that day.
Or in the days before this case happened in the hotel, there were some kind of suspicious people who often appeared here.
So I wanted them to describe themselves there, and it turned out that the description described the portrait artist.
Because there was no surveillance, he drew all the scenes that day. This is quite amazing. It can be said to be a very realistic painting.
Lin Yi looked through the 20 paintings day after day. Just looking at the thickness and texture of the paper, he could tell that each of these paintings was worth a lot of money.
But what can I say, if Zhao Bin feels that the money is worth spending, then it is worth spending.
Maybe Zhao Bin felt that the money was particularly useful, so he spent it on this. It can be seen that these paintings are really quite good.
Suddenly Lin Yi focused his eyes on a person's face.
The man was wearing a mask and a very low peaked cap on his head.
He almost never raised his head to look at anyone.
But there is such a person appearing in several paintings. He has been guarding the door of the hotel, and his eyes have been fixed on the hotel bathroom and the hotel's main entrance.
This person appeared three days before Zhou Xiaopeng was killed.
Lin Yi felt that although this person blocked most of his face.
But it looked somewhat similar to what he had dreamed about in his dream. The real murderer of Zhou Xiaopeng was about the same size.
There are even many similarities.
Of course, Lin Yi was just a dream, and he didn't say he had seen this person before.
Suddenly, Lin Yi locked his eyes on the back of that person's hand.
Lin Yi saw that there seemed to be a very deep scar on the man's right hand.
This portrait is so lifelike that he was able to draw even the scar.
The main reason is that this scar is so eye-catching that it is difficult for ordinary people not to notice it.