Sanbao found a large map of Sanqing City and pasted it on the wall of the dormitory, marking the location of the missing children in the file with suspicious points on the map, and soon he found a pattern, the location of the missing children is mostly distributed in the suburbs of Sanqing City and the surrounding counties and cities, and rarely appears in the city center. But the information in hand now is not necessarily related to the murder case, Sanbao has no clue for a while, and the temporary workers in the dormitory laugh at each other, and the irritability is full of heart. Suddenly, he remembered what his master had said: Try to draw what comes to mind.

Stupid, why didn't you think of it earlier!

Sanbao complained about himself, and since then, everyone has seen that Sanbao has another hobby, painting. Sambo had never been trained to paint before, and it was the first time he had picked up a sketchbook. He wanted to try to copy the little boy's appearance first, but he didn't know the essentials at all, and the drawing was clumsy and stiff, and he couldn't see it at all, so Sambo honestly started to practice spatial composition and basic sketching skills.

Sambo's sketching notebook is bound on the back of discarded A4 paper, the lines on it are hasty and scribbled, Sambo tries to draw the first impression of the people around him, he does this as secretly as possible, saving people to laugh at it, since no one sits in front of him as a model, Sambo sketches the lines and outlines with the memories in his head.

However, his sense of spatial composition has not yet been fully established, the principle of perspective is not very correct, the overall proportions of the characters are not very harmonious, and the big eyes look ridiculously drawn. Sam Bao also found his characters amused, and before he was sure, he kept drawing and tearing off the sketches drawn on waste paper.

Sometimes, Master Lu occasionally sees Sam Bao's paintings in the dormitory, he didn't think that Sam Bao took what he said seriously, he just thought it was Sam Bao's little hobby to pass the time, this kid is really different from ordinary people.

After painting too much, Sanbao found that the strict precision and chiaroscuro required for sketching were the most difficult to express and copy, but the sculpture and art books in the library corner of Sanqing Funeral Home were not enough at all, not to mention that he had used up almost all the waste paper that could be found in Sanqing Funeral Home.

On this day, Sanbao took a turn, and he got on a minibus and went straight to Sanqing City. To go to the city library need to reverse, but Sanbao is not familiar with the wrong station, no way to stop a taxi, the taxi driver is a chatter, Sanbao got in the car, he asked east and west.

"Guy, go to the library, love to learn."

"Hmm"

"Guy, college student. Have you graduated, and it's hard to find a job now, right? ”

"Hmm"

"Have you found a job?"

"Found it"

"What kind of work, the salary is not high now, if you are lucky enough to enter enterprises and institutions, you are like us who open a rental, it is called a miserable."

"Undertaker."

"What a play! Undertaker! The taxi driver suddenly trembled a little when he spoke.

"I work at the Sanqing Funeral Home." Sambo replied truthfully.

"I'll go to his uncle's. Get out! The driver's voice changed tone, and he braked suddenly, but fortunately Sambo fastened his seat belt, otherwise he would have to fly out.

"What's wrong," Sambo asked, wondering.

"Get off! What a obscurity! The driver's tone was threatening.

Sanbao watched the taxi go away, and felt a faint pain in his heart, when he was chatting in the past, he heard the master talk about this line of work that people did not understand, and even discriminated against more than recognized, but he didn't expect to encounter this situation. Sambo didn't give up and stopped the second car.

This time, the driver didn't talk like the previous one, but while the car was driving, the driver suddenly asked Sambo, who was sitting in the back seat: "Friend, what do you smell?" ”

Sanbao then remembered that he had disposed of a body that had been in a car accident last night, and when he was suturing, the pressure of the body's organs leaked, and he didn't know what was splashed all over his body. Although I washed my face at the time, I was busy late but didn't have time to take a shower, and the smell of blood and corpse fluid must have been mixed on my body.

"I ......" Before Sambo could think clearly, the car stopped with a sudden brake.

"Get off! I don't need the fare! The driver's tone was disgusted.

In the end, Sambo came to the street where the library was located by a motorcycle, blowing a cold wind, he did not rush in, but found a public bathhouse nearby, washed his body up and down, and changed into new underwear and underwear he bought.

Sanbao got a library card, didn't dare to stay for a long time, borrowed a book with basic character sketches and sketched and fled the library, reminding himself in his heart that next time he must wash it cleanly and close his mouth tightly.

It's still early, Sanbao simply walked the street, he hasn't left the Sanqing funeral home for two months, during which the master and others have persuaded Sanbao to go home to see, but Sanbao found an excuse to shirk it, go home, instead of looking at the disgusted stinky face of the adoptive parents' family, it is better to look at the remains in the funeral home.

The crowd on the street was surging, compared to the deserted Sanqing funeral home and the cold wind swishing suburbs of Bawangling, it was simply two worlds, but Sanbao suddenly had a strange feeling. So many people are going to die in the end, millions, tens of millions, billions, tens of billions of people, time is the most ruthless thing, and the bustle of the river finally becomes empty. Before Sambo could continue to think about it, he suddenly felt that his leg was being wrapped around something.

He looked back and saw a dirty little girl holding her leg and crying out to herself pitifully, "Uncle, give me some money!" ”

It was the first time Sambo had encountered such a situation, and before that, Sambo had been like this, holding his father's portrait and begging from house to house in the town, and he clearly remembered the feeling of being disgusted.

Sanbao took out ten yuan and put it in the little girl's bowl, and the bowl was full of one dime and five cents of zero tickets, and his ten yuan was quite eye-catching in it. The little girl nodded hurriedly and thanked her, and turned around like she was running in an alley not far away. Is there a middle-aged woman at the mouth of the alley who was swallowing melon seeds, looking at this side coldly, the little girl ran over and handed ten yuan to the middle-aged woman, as if she had to wait for something.

Sanbao watched from afar, the middle-aged woman took out a few cents in the bowl and threw them to the little girl, the little girl seemed to be begging for something, and the middle-aged woman slapped the girl in the face. The girl covered her face and turned to walk towards the crowded shopping street.

Sanbao was stunned in place, and the slap seemed to be in his heart. He saw news reports about black-hearted traffickers imprisoning children for profit, but he didn't expect to witness it with his own eyes. Suddenly, Sambo seemed to be struck in the brain by a bolt of lightning, and the soul of the little boy appeared in his mind again.

If the little boy was such a wandering and begging child, it is likely that no one reported the crime, because no one would have paid attention to it. Could the twenty or thirty pairs of children's shoes in that box be left by such street children?

Sambo shuddered, he was terrified of his unexpected discovery, if there really was such a perverted murderer who took pleasure in killing street children, then he could do almost anything. Even the police won't notice that.

Is there any department that will register the information of these street children, Sambo thought of a place, but it was a world he couldn't bear to look back at.