Whew-

Whoop -

Charcoal wanders on sketch paper.

At the desk, Bo Jinghan focused on writing and drawing.

But several times in a row, he clutched the half-drawn sketch into a ball and threw it towards the paper basket at his feet.

"Miss, it's late, it's time for you to rest!"

Side.

Aze stood on the side of the desk, looked at her busy figure, and said something a little unbearable.

But Bo Jinghan's attention seemed to be all on the end of the wandering brush, and he didn't hear his reminder at all, still drawing the portrait that never looked like it.

Halfway through the drawing, she stopped irritably.

After a pause, he suddenly used the tip of the pen to draw a big cross on the sketch of the person.

Then he skillfully clenched the sketch paper into a ball and smashed it forward.

Ahhh

Bo Jinghan screamed in his heart.

Immediately, she suddenly lowered her head and slammed it into the table.

"Miss, what are you doing! You ......"

"Aze, I can't draw it! I can't draw the whole picture of Sheng Qing, as if all I have in my mind is what he looked like when he died-"

Bloody, twisted, hideous, and desperate.

And in the impression, it should be gentle and considerate, and he loves to laugh, and he is full of gentlemanly style, and he is not right at all.

Even though, she has tried her best to recall.

But the appearance was only a little vague phantom, and as it was painted, it was replaced by the appearance covered with blood.

For Bo Jinghan, I'm afraid it's a nightmare that will never go away!

"Miss, stop drawing. If we can't draw it, we can find his photo and give it to Second Young Master Ji. I remember Miss Su had it there, and we asked her for one. Not really...... I'll go get one for you. As long as you don't grieve yourself so much, okay? I won't draw anymore, okay? ”

Approaching, Aze wanted to hug her gently.

But the outstretched hand froze in mid-air, then landed on her shoulder, gently shook her shoulder, and lifted her up from the table.

Whispered enlightenment and persuasion.

His eyes flickered slightly when he looked at the sketchbook on the table.

Although he didn't know why Ji Yueze suddenly asked Bo Jinghan to paint a portrait of Zhang Shengqing to him, he clearly remembered that not long ago, a book that had not been screened by his hand was placed on Bo Jinghan's desktop.

That text jiàn is about Sheng Qing.

"Aze...... Do you remember that article? It was the one that suddenly appeared on my desk that day, sandwiched between a stack of confidential documents. ”

Lean back.

Bo Jinghan leaned back in the leather chair tiredly, half-closed eyes, and sighed.

What is circulating in my mind is what he said when I met Ji Yueze this afternoon-

"Miss Mo Huan is about to return to China and will be transferred to MSS at that time. I got in touch with her once because of my work. ”

"She asked me to convey to you, she has studied recent cases similar to the Sheng Qing case at home and abroad, and she suspects...... It was the same person who did it. Let you be more careful. ”

And besides, she made a particularly bold guess. She thinks that the person is right next to you. Also, that person may be 'Sheng Qing'! ”

……

Shengqing.

How could it be Shengqing?!

How can someone who is already dead, who is exactly dead in front of her, come back to life?

This Mo Huan, I really dare to guess!.

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