The little soldier had already heard Nie Cong tell him what had happened on the way here, but he never expected that the person who drew the picture turned out to be a sloppy teenage girl who looked like a homeless person.

Just her? Can draw portraits? Do you think you're better than those painters in their Xuanhe Mansion?

Are you kidding?

If Nie Cong hadn't been here, he would have wanted to turn around and leave.

Gu Yundong saw that he had a calm face and didn't speak, and he wanted to know that he didn't trust himself.

She tapped the table slightly, smiled and asked, "Don't you remember what that prisoner looked like?" ”

"Who says I don't remember?" The little soldier immediately retorted, followed by a look of resentment in his eyes, "That bandit killed my good brother who fought side by side with me, I can dream of him every night and every night, and I know how many moles he has on his face. ”

"Let's talk about it."

"......" Xiao Bing was choked, and Nie Cong next to him bumped his arm again, and then he clenched his fist and spoke, "The face is a little round, and it looks like a simple and honest person." The eyebrows are thick, and they are very dark and long, the eyes are not big, narrow and long, the nose is more fleshy, and the mouth, the mouth is a bit like me. ”

Gu Yundong lowered his head and drew with charcoal according to what he said.

While drawing, he would ask him from time to time, "Is this so?" Or a little more round...... Is the under-eye bag deep...... What kind of length is slender...... There is not much flesh on the chin......"

At first, she just drew a rough sketch, and when it was almost decided, she pulled out a blank piece of paper again, and integrated all the facial features and face shapes that Xiao Bing said.

Gu Yundong moved quickly, and it didn't take long for him to finish drawing.

The little soldier had just said that he was thirsty and took a sip of tea, and when he came back to look at it, all the mouthfuls of water of 'po......of' squirted out.

"Ah, be careful." Gu Yundong hurriedly moved the paper far away and glared at him viciously.

The little soldier hurriedly wiped his mouth, and then couldn't wait to pick up the paper, his whole eyes widened.

Nie Cong took a few steps back when he dodged his saliva just now, and then raised his head to see his shocked look at at this moment, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What's wrong?" ”

The creep muttered in disbelief, "Like, too similar, too similar." ”

"Is it really that similar?" Isn't that an exaggeration? Nie Cong shook his head and walked around the table behind him to look.

At this look, the whole person was stunned.

The creep said incredulously, "It's like, it's like it's coming out of his face." ”

"There's still such a way to draw." Nie Cong shook his head in amazement, carefully took it from the little soldier's hand, looked at it again and again, and couldn't help but be amazed.

The paintings of those painters are also very good-looking, but Nie Cong is not a master of calligraphy and painting, and he doesn't know how to appreciate it, he only knows that the artistic conception is very beautiful, and the characters are also very beautiful, but there is always a gap between him and the real person. At least, it has little practical effect on their handling of cases.

But now this figure painting is as if the whole person is alive.

And it's just a charcoal drawing.

When he raised his eyes and looked at Gu Yundong again, Nie Cong's eyes changed.

Is this Gu girl really just a little girl from the countryside who doesn't understand anything?

"Who taught you how to draw this?"

Gu Yundong also took a sip of water, shrugged his shoulders and said, "A person I don't know, he didn't tell me what his name was." ”