Seeing that she came to help her paint a portrait of a taxi driver, she hurriedly greeted her warmly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cao, I scared you!" ”

He was really scared, he cried, it would be nice if he could compensate for the mental damages, but unfortunately, he was afraid of being killed, so he hurriedly replied modestly, "Miss Xia, don't dare to call me Mr. Cao, you can call me Xiao Cao, and besides, I was not scared, I didn't see or hear anything." ”

At the end, I added in my heart, if you don't kill me, I will call you my aunt and grandmother, and I am willing.

She didn't do anything to hurt the heavens and reason, and violated the law and discipline, didn't Cao Siren see or hear it? Apparently, there was a misunderstanding.

Xia Xiaoyu hurriedly explained, "Mr. Cao, in fact, what you see with your eyes when you have time is not necessarily true, no, there are thieves in the house, and it makes you see a joke like this." ”

Is this like a thief? Regardless of the situation at home or at the scene, he wants to kill the scene, what Xia Xiaoyu says, he won't believe it in his heart, but his mouth still admits, "Miss Xia, give me ten guts, I don't dare to laugh at it, Miss Xia said that if you are a thief, you must be a thief." ”

At the end, Cao Siren added a sentence in his heart, and then said, it must not be wrong, even if she told him that this was acting, he believed it.

Of course, Xia Xiaoyu is not blind, she can see it, and it is useless to explain it, so she turned to Xiao Nannan and ordered, "Xiao Nannan, this person, I will leave it to you to deal with, and Mr. Cao and I will go to the study to talk." ”

Xiao Nannan: "Okay, Mr. Xia." ”

Xia Xiaoyu stretched out her hand and pointed to the stairs and made a gesture of please.

Xia Xiaoyu: "Mr. Cao, please." ”

Cao Siren: "Miss Xia, please." ”

The two men walked through the burned room, and after only a casual glance, they continued to the study, which was at the end of the corridor, far from the children's room, and was unaffected.

Entering the study, Xia Xiaoyu pointed to the sofa and invited Cao Siren to sit.

Xia Xiaoyu: "Mr. Cao, please take a seat." ”

Cao Siren: "Okay, thank you. ”

Xia Xiaoyu: "Mr. Cao, you have strong painting skills?" ”

Cao Siren: "It's just that I am proficient in drawing human sketches, I have studied a lot, and the police were called to the police station to help the police draw suspects, so I am familiar with this back and forth." ”

Xia Xiaoyu: "Has Mr. Cao prepared pen and paper?" ”

Cao Siren: "Bring it, please wait a moment." ”

He opened the cloth bag in his hand, took out the drawing book, prepared the pencil and eraser, and then said to her, "I'm ready, please describe it." ”

Xia Xiaoyu: "This, what point should I start describing?" ”

Cao Siren: "Man or woman?" ”

Xia Xiaoyu: "Man." ”

Cao Siren: "Occupation? ”

Xia Xiaoyu: "Taxi driver." ”

Cao Siren: "Hairstyle? ”

Xia Xiaoyu: "Flat head." ”

Cao Siren: "Face shape? ”

Xia Xiaoyu: "Ordinary people's faces, not melons, not round, not diamond-shaped, I don't know, what kind of face is it?" ”

Cao Siren: "Where are the obvious bone marks on the face?" ”

Xia Xiaoyu: "Here." ”

Cao Siren: "Age? ”

Xia Xiaoyu: "It looks like thirty or forty is right!" ”

……

This inquiry lasted for two hours, because Xia Xiaoyu didn't understand many professional terms, so she had to use other ways to express them, and Cao Siren had to draw this person by describing and judging her by herself.

When he got to the back, he was purely painting, as if he was a little dissatisfied, he kept frowning, and the pencil in his hand stopped moving, as if he couldn't find the point where he put the pen, and it seemed that something was wrong, so it was very strange to draw it like this.

Xia Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the side, watched quietly and did not bother, because, she found a problem, this Cao Siren, she didn't look out of tune, but when she was painting, she was very focused, looking at his side face, and suddenly sighed in her heart, a good-looking man, if you focus on it, it is particularly charming, this is undoubted, if she is ten years younger, she will also like such a man, good-looking, charming.

"Miss Xia, I always feel that something is wrong, are you deliberately murdering this taxi driver because of fear at the time?"

When he came, Hu Weicheng had already told Cao Siren that in the taxi incident, according to his previous portraits of the suspects, some of the victims, because the fear deepened at that time, turned the suspect into a murderer, that is, the suspect was obviously an ordinary person, and the victim thought of the suspect as a vicious demon because of fear, so the subjective consciousness was affected and received the wrong instructions, so in the process of recalling, it was not right to describe the suspect.

"This ......" Xia Xiaoyu looked at the taxi driver on the drawing paper, and really felt that the memories were indeed not so terrifying, she hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in response, "Indeed, what you painted is even more fierce than I imagined." ”

Finding the problem, Cao Siren knew that he was asking in the wrong direction, so he continued to ask, "Okay, let's do it again, you go back, when you first met the taxi driver, he gave you the first image, how is it?" ”

This time, Xia Xiaoyu began to seriously recall the scene when he first met the taxi driver.

……

She beckoned, flagged down a taxi, and then, leaning over, spoke to the taxi driver in the window.

"Master......"

Time freezes, this is the first time she has seen the taxi driver, she saw his face, the skin is not good, the face, uneven, at a glance, it is the experience of wind and frost, he seems to be smoking, is an ordinary person, is the kind of person, thrown in the crowd, just a passer-by who does not know, his eyes, cloudy, his nose, high, his lips are very big, his face, and facial features, not very coordinated......

"I'm going to ......"

When he said this, the taxi driver took off the cigarette, put his hand out of the window, shook the cigarette, and when he turned his head at this moment, she saw that there was a mole under his right ear.

Then he got into the car and noticed that his flat head and the cloudy eyes that looked through the rearview mirror looked like a pool of water without ripples.

……

Through Xia Xiaoyu's description, Cao Siren constantly corrects the mistakes, the soft softness, the sharpness, the clumsiness, back and forth, this portrait is alive in his hands.

"Miss Xia, look, is it this person?"

This sketch is 90% similar to the taxi driver, and the difference is because of Xia Xiaoyu's description problem, but it's already a success, isn't it?

"Mr. Cao, it's already very similar."

It's very similar, but it's not, that is, the error is still very large. Obviously, Cao Siren frowned slightly at this answer, as if he was very dissatisfied, in his heart, it should be 99% similar, there should not be such a big error, after all, a millimeter difference, you can recognize the wrong person, not to mention, such a big error.

"Miss Xia, a slight difference can also cause a big error, think about it, how different this painting is from the taxi driver in your memory."

Looking at the painting, Xia Xiaoyu tried very hard to coincide with the taxi driver master in her memory, but she felt that something was wrong, but she really couldn't say what the difference was, the only thing that kept appearing in her mind was the way the taxi driver saw them leave.