"There is a dense flow of people in Xianle Fang, and there are at least a thousand people in the square at the moment."

Lin Jingcheng's sword eyebrows tightened, and he almost formed a Chuanzi: "If you want to find out the suspect from thousands of people, how easy is it to talk about it?" ”

Ye Xiuyan's eyes flashed slightly, and she asked tentatively: "The little girl who was lucky not to be killed, did she see the appearance of the murderer clearly?" ”

"See."

The commander sighed gloomily: "But she was too frightened, and she cried so hard that she couldn't explain it clearly." ”

Ye Xiuyan groaned slightly, and made a decision: "Can you let me see her?" ”

"You?"

The commander was stunned, and his eyes were puzzled.

"I think."

Ye Xiuyan met her gaze, did not dodge or dodge, and said her thoughts: "I can appease her and try to draw the appearance of the suspect." ”

"This?"

The commander hesitated, and subconsciously looked at Lin Jingcheng.

Lin Jingcheng did not hesitate at all and nodded.

"Please come with me."

Dominate the mind and comprehend, and give it up.

"Okay."

Ye Xiuyan bowed, followed the commander and the two female officials, and left Xianle Fang.

The murderer has nothing to do with the blood shadow, and Yin Jiutang still doesn't dare to relax a bit.

The gate of Xianle Fang is blocked, the guards patrol everywhere, looking for suspicious people, and the dancers continue to perform on stage to calm people's hearts.

*

Ye Xiuyan came to the scene of the crime with the female official of the imperial court, and the frightened girl was still emotionally unstable and cried nonstop.

A painter asked at the scene, but the girl didn't cooperate, and it had been more than an hour, and she hadn't even drawn a rough appearance.

"Let me do it."

Ye Xiuyan motioned for irrelevant people to go out and fed the girl a calming pill.

Soothed by her voice with a hint of demography, the girl's mood gradually stabilized, and she no longer screamed and cried hysterically.

Ye Xiuyan sat down next to the girl, and her divine consciousness quietly spread out and entered her mind.

Suddenly, a scene that happened not long ago came to mind.

Through the girl's memory, she clearly saw the suspect's vicious appearance and murderous eyes.

"Well, get some sleep, you will forget everything when you wake up, and there will be no more nightmares to disturb you."

Achieving her goal, she patted the girl on the shoulder and withdrew her senses.

The girl obediently closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"Success?"

Two female officials of the Imperial Court pushed the door open and helped her put the person on the bed.

"Bring pen and paper."

Ye Xiuyan beckoned to the painter and walked to the desk.

The painter was surprised, and handed over the pen and paper in a slippery manner.

Ye Xiuyan spread out the paper and drew according to the appearance of the suspect in her mind.

The pen is vigorous and powerful, the stroke is smooth, and a painting flows smoothly without the slightest pause.

When she put down the pen, the suspect's appearance jumped on the page, and the image was as vivid as the murderer was in front of her.

"The girl is very capable."

The painter sincerely admired: "This hand-painted skill is no less than that of a well-known painting master." ”

Ye Xiuyan didn't care about the painter's praise, in front of several female officials of the imperial court, her right hand flashed, pinched a small spell, and rubbed no less than hundreds of identical portraits.

Can you still do this?!

The painter was dumbfounded, glanced at the pile of portraits, and then at his own brush, and felt a touch of sadness.

"Let's go, go back to Xianle Fang, and search for people."

The leader of the team was overjoyed, picked up a thick pile of drawing paper, and couldn't wait to go out.

"Yes."

Several female officials of the Imperial Court were in high spirits and responded in unison.