Zhao Ruxi ticked next to those eyes: "Okay, you can stand back." ”

When Sun Jiawang returned to his original position, she said: "You continue, for example, his mouth, his nose, face shape, and so on. Say whatever comes to your mind, don't be nervous, think slowly. ”

Sun Jiawang thought for a moment before continuing: "His mouth is a little big, his lips are thick, and he has a beard on his mouth......"

Zhao Ruxi drew a few more mouth shapes and asked, "What does a beard look like?" Goatee, beard, or mustache? ”

Sun Jiawang was asked by her, and thought for a long time, then hesitated: "It seems to be ...... Mustache? ”

Zhao Ruxi drew a mustache on each mouth. After finishing the painting, seeing that Sun Jiawang was still frowning and pondering, she brushed and brushed each mouth shape with a goatee and a beard.

She uses a sketch technique, with simple lines but very expressive. Wu Zong stared at the pen in her hand, staring intently. The expression on his face was very excited.

Zhao Ruxi's painting method seems to be a little different from the one she taught them. Although the principle of painting should be the same, it seems to be faster and cleaner, and a few brushstrokes are particularly expressive.

After Zhao Ruxi finished drawing his mouth and beard, he asked Sun Jiawang: "Haven't thought about it yet?" ”

Sun Jiawang shook his head and said with some frustration: "I don't remember it very clearly." When I saw the man, my first impression was his eyes. ”

Zhang Changshen nodded.

He is an old man in handling cases. The person in front of him said that he was not lying, and he could see it at a glance. Otherwise, he would not have gone to great lengths to get this Sun Jiawang from Yangzhou, three thousand miles away, to the capital, and let Zhao Ruxi paint a portrait of the murderer.

"Then you can take a look at the ones I painted, which one do you think should be on his face." Zhao Ruxi said.

Sun Jiawang came over to take a look, hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to be sure.

The main thing is that the shape of these mouths is much the same. He only glanced at the criminal, and in a very panicked state, he did not see it very clearly.

I have the impression that the man's mouth is a little thick, and he has a beard. As for how thick his mouth was and what his beard was, he couldn't tell at all.

"It's okay, you can just feel it." Zhao Ruxi said.

When Zhang Changshen heard this, his eyes lit up again, and his gaze at Zhao Ruxi was even more different.

A person's first impression is the most important thing. Sometimes you feel like you don't remember it, but subconsciously you still have an impression. Therefore, sometimes when the memory is blurred, it is not easy to make mistakes by making intuitive choices.

This truth can be known to the elderly when they handle cases, but it is not clear to ordinary people.

I didn't expect this Miss Zhao to know this at such a young age, it's really not easy.

Sun Jiawang listened to Zhao Ruxi's words and obviously relaxed. He closed his eyes first, then opened them, swept the ones drawn by Zhao Ruxi, and pointed to one: "It should be like this." ”

It was a not-so-thick lip with a mustache.

"Okay." Zhao Ruxi ticked, "Go back and stand." ”

"I'll just stand here." Sun Jiawang said.

"Go back and stand." Zhao Ruxi repeated in a serious tone.

Zhang Changshen said: "Listen to Miss Zhao." ”

Sun Jiawang didn't know why, but he still obediently went back to standing.

This time, it was not only Zhang Changshen, but Wu Zong's gaze at Zhao Ruxi was also wrong - the master seemed to be unreliable, but his vision was really poisonous, and the junior sister who recognized him was amazing.

He was a painter and knew best that if an eyewitness was to look at his portrait, he would often be affected by what his eyes saw, which would lead to confusion in his memory.

Only when he describes it from memory, and the painter carries his portrait on his back, and then asks him to confirm it after the painting is finished, can he distinguish whether it is right or wrong.

"Do you remember the shape of your face?" Zhao Ruxi asked Sun Jiawang.

Sun Jiawang shook his head: "I don't remember very much." ”

"Where's the nose?"

Sun Jiawang continued to shake his head: "I'm not impressed." ”

When he was in Yangzhou, some officials asked about the portrait of the murderer, and later after arriving at Dali Temple, he was repeatedly questioned by everyone, and he recalled the portrait of the murderer many times.

Only this time, the girl had a kind attitude, and the questions were accurate, and she drew them for him to choose. So he recalls it in a little more detail.

Zhao Ruxi didn't speak again, and drew in the blank space on the paper.

She drew the hooked eyes and lips, and then drew a beard with a mustache on the mouth.

Zhang Changshen and Wu Zong's eyes lit up.

Sun Jiawang had no impression of this person's face, perhaps because his face was blocked by a beard. It was only because it was night that Sun Jiawang was attracted by his facial features again, so he didn't notice it.

After Zhao Ruxi finished painting, he quickly put a nose on this person.

With a nose, the portrait is completely complete. However, she drew a few more pictures on the side, with the same eyes and mouth with several types of noses.

In her previous life, she squatted on the street to sketch portraits, and she had studied the types of people's facial features, so she was able to paint these hands.

After painting, she beckoned Sun Jiawang to come over: "Come and see." ”

Sun Jiawang walked over curiously, and when he saw the six portraits on the paper, his breath stagnated, his pupils instantly dilated, and he pointed to one of the portraits and shouted in horror: "It's him, it's him." As he spoke, he trembled and hugged his body to shrink into a ball.

When Zhang Changshen saw this, he couldn't wait to slap the table and laugh.

No need to ask, as soon as he saw Sun Jiawang's reaction, he knew that the portrait painted by Zhao Ruxi was very similar to the criminal.

Wu Zong looked at the portrait pointed by Sun Jiawang, his face turned white, and his face immediately turned red.

In fact, when Sun Jiawang was mentioned in the capital, he was worried that Sun Jiawang's impression of the murderer would blur over time, so he immediately drew a portrait of the murderer during the interrogation.

However, the portrait he painted is a little far from Zhao Ruxi's.

When he first showed it to Sun Jiawang, Sun Jiawang hesitated for a long time before saying, "It seems to be like this." ”

He always thought that Sun Jiawang had a vague memory of human faces because of panic, light, face blindness, etc. Now he knows that it is because the portrait he painted is too far from what Sun Jiawang saw.

Zhao Ruxi took a piece of paper again and said, "I'll draw a bigger one." ”

This time she painted in front of Sun Jiawang, Sun Jiawang had never seen anyone paint like this, and he was fascinated at once.

Wu Zong glanced at Zhang Changshen and found that his own adult was also intent, so he had to look at Zhao Ruxi's painting.

This time, Zhao Ruxi still uses sketching techniques. Because she felt that the task of reproducing this portrait would have to fall to her, after all, everyone else was still just beginning to learn to sketch, and no one could share it with her. And the officials want to track down the murderer, even if they can't make a portrait of each person, at least ten or twenty or even more. The sketching technique is too delicate and takes too long, and she doesn't know when she paints it alone.