Yin Qianhua continued: "If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools, and this pre-calculation and preparation should be more thorough.

Since Scribe Wen said that there is a general direction, instead of going to check directly, it is better for the yamen to talk about the general direction now, and everyone will help check it, and it is not too late to practice. ”

Wen Xiaoyun stepped forward and hurriedly agreed: "Lord Tuiguan's words are in the hearts of his subordinates.

Although his subordinates have solved several cases, it is better to be cautious with such a big stake this time.

With the prefect and the magistrate, your subordinates will have a better understanding in their hearts. ”

"Okay, good," Governor Wang couldn't wait to urge, "Scribe Wen has something to say quickly." ”

Wen Xiaoyun and Yin Nuo looked at each other before saying: "My subordinates have a general direction for investigating the case, and this direction is on both sides of the street where the crime was found. ”

Yin Nuo frowned slightly, "You mean that the murderer is in collusion with local merchants?" ”

Hearing this, Lord Wang immediately recalled Wen Xiaoyun's suggestion about blocking the streets at that time.

He regretted that his intestines were blue, and he was careless not to block the street.

Wen Xiaoyun continued: "Whether there is any collusion or not, I don't dare to say yet. I also need to restore all the details of the scene. ”

"How do I restore?" Governor Wang asked impatiently, "Do you want to go back to the scene now?" ”

Wen Xiaoyun shook her head, "You don't need to go back to the scene, just restore it here." ”

Yin Qianhua also frowned later, "How do you want to restore Scribe Wen?" ”

Wen Xiaoyun's face was calm, "The subordinates were on the scene at the time, and all the processes, the layout of the scene, and all kinds of characters were in the minds of the subordinates. Subordinates can show all those scenes. ”

Governor Wang eagerly scratched his heart and liver, "What did Scribe Wen say?" ”

Wen Xiaoyun bowed and replied respectfully: "Please prepare a few blank pieces of paper for your subordinates, the bigger the better, a few white sketches and little wolves." ”

Lord Wang immediately waved his hand and hurriedly ordered the officials on the side: "Quick, according to the request of the scribe Wen, hurry to the treasury and get it back." ”

The cat's ears on the side hurriedly answered, and they ran out of the house with a few officials.

Not long after, the cat's ears came in with the servants holding a paper scroll and pen, ink and paper inkstone that were nearly one person high, and then entered the house with a large painting case more than two meters long.

As soon as Wen Xiaoyun saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the blood all over her body became excited.

In her previous life, she couldn't do without various drawing tools every day, electronic and virtual, traditional physical, and she didn't know how much to draw every day.

But when she entered this dimensional space, she no longer had time to calm down and draw a picture.

This time, it was just the right time to move her brain and hands.

Although there is only a brush for her to use now, it is not a problem for her who has a hard foundation in Chinese painting and white drawing.

She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, closed her eyes, and recalled all the images from her brain from before the crime to the end.

Yin Nuo looked at Wen Xiaoyun's serious appearance, and he didn't feel that he was holding his breath.

Time is so rushed, she should have simply drawn some schematic diagrams to circle where there are suspicious places.

Yin Nuo was still guessing, Wen Xiaoyun's eyes suddenly opened, shining with a bright light, and he bent down and quickly put pen to paper.

This time, Wen Xiaoyun wanted to restore the scene to the greatest extent.

Just like modern photographic technology, the scene is restored as realistically as possible.

So she chose to combine white drawing with sketching.

In fact, real sketches should be best done with pencils.

But now there was not enough lead, and time was pressing, so she had to use the smallest hook to the little wolf's hair.

Thankfully, drawing is as comfortable for her as eating and drinking, and after a few strokes of adaptation, she quickly found her senses.

She first drew a panorama of the street when the waterwheel and the truck collided on the first sheet.

First, the shops on both sides of the street were painted, and down to the signboards of each shop, she remembered them clearly.

There are people on the steps of some shops, and it is the customers and shopkeepers who heard the sound of the crash and came out to see the excitement.

There were pedestrians at the foot of some shops, men, women, old and young, all of whom stopped and watched the scene of the accident.

Wen Xiaoyun walked like a dragon in his hand, leaving slender black lines where the tip of the brush passed.

The black lines are sometimes dense and sometimes sparse, outlining the clothes and shapes of those pedestrians one by one.

Every detail is very real, even whether the pedestrian is carrying a package or not, and whether the child has a sugar figure in his hand is clearly depicted.

After painting the buildings and pedestrians, Wen Xiaoyun frowned and went around to the other end of the table, drawing two teams of colliding carriages and horses, which people were knocked down, which people were planted in the water, and which people were struggling in the water, all of which were clearly drawn.

She held her breath and condensed, mobilized all her strength to pour into the brush in her hand, and forgot about it for a while. But he made everyone else in the room look stupid.

Wang Zhifu and Yin Qianhua, who had always been very determined, stepped down from the main seat in surprise and came to Wen Xiaoyun to carefully observe the masterpiece.

Yin Nuo's eyes widened.