Zhao Xiang took a step forward in the evening, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he carefully examined every expression on his face: "Looking at your age, it should be twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five?" ”

Speaking of the age of twenty-four, the thick eyebrows on Huang Yi's right trembled.

Zhao Xiangwan nodded: "It turned out to be twenty-four years old." ”

Huang Yi closed his mouth, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Zhao Xiangwan continued to speak: "After graduating from the Public Security University, he was assigned to work in the police station, and the criminal investigation squadron served as an ordinary police officer, so it should not take long to graduate, two years?" Three years? Four years? ”

When it comes to three years, Huang Yi's eyes have obviously shifted upward.

"Very good, it turns out that it has been almost three years since I graduated." Zhao Xiangwan smiled, "Graduated in 89 and entered the school in 85, senior brother, am I guessing correctly?" ”

Huang Yi opened his mouth wide: "Amazing, your reasoning logic is very rigorous." But......" he lengthened his voice, his eyes rolling, "I just graduated, and your guess is high, it's nothing." ”

After saying this, Huang Yi pointed at Yao Guocheng: "If you can guess how old my master is this year, I will obey you." ”

Yao Guocheng straightened his face: "Xiao Huang! ”

[I was born old, everyone thought I was in my forties, but in fact, I only turned 31 in July this year. Huang Yi, this kid is playing tricks on other people's little girls, it's really not good. 】

Huang Yi grinned: "Master, let her guess." Otherwise, my little sister really thinks that she can go all over the world with a little reasoning skills. ”

Zhao Xiangwan's gaze shifted to Yao Guocheng.

The criminal policeman in front of him was slightly chubby, with gray hair, burn marks on his cheeks, and his facial muscles were tense and somewhat distorted after the new scar grew.

If you look at your hair, you have to be at least fifty years old;

Looking at the body shape, a little middle-aged and fat, how can you have forty;

Looking at the face, the muscle lines are destroyed by scars, and it is difficult to distinguish age.

Jia Junnan boldly guessed: "You're about to retire, right?" ”

Gu Zhiguang squinted at Huang Yi: "Since you let her guess, it means that the real age is inconsistent with the external expression, and the police officer looks like forty-five, so I guess...... Thirty-five years old! ”

Huang Yi glanced at Gu Zhiguang, no wonder this kid was able to open a detective agency in college, and his reasoning was good.

Huang Yi looked at Zhao Xiangwan: "You come." ”

Zhao Xiangwan had already heard Yao Guocheng's heart, so she naturally knew the correct answer, she put her hands behind her back, looked at Yao Guocheng's eyes and asked, "Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two...... Officer Yao is only 31 years old this year. ”

Yao Guocheng and Huang Yi opened their mouths wide at the same time: "You! You-"

Zhao Xiangwan guessed right! Gu Zhiguang looked at Yao Guocheng in disbelief, was the prematurely born police officer in front of him only thirty-one? What the hell has he been through, so old!

Zhao Xiangwan explained: "I am studying the behavior of micro-expressions, judging the truth through human micro-expressions and habitual movements. I am currently interning at the Municipal Bureau, and my master is Xu Songling. ”

It's time to put on the Master's banner.

Huang Yi didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment, so he could only give his hand: "Senior Sister Zhao, I'm convinced!" ”

[Micro-expression behavior, Xu Blackface's apprentice, no wonder it's so powerful! ] My master has a little white head, but this face was ruined to save me. In that arrest operation, the gangsters threw gasoline. In order to protect me, Master suffered burns on my face and back, and lay on the bed for a month before surviving. Now that I can't train my physical fitness, I'm also blessed, and I look a dozen years old all of a sudden. This time, in order to examine the ability of the little junior sister, I will talk about the age of the master, and I should fight, I should fight! Wait and find Master to make amends. 】

Hearing this, Zhao Xiangwan was in awe and saluted a standard salute: "Officer Yao, student Zhao Xiangwan, please participate in the investigation of the disappearance!" ”

Yao Guocheng is a good-tempered police officer, and he has a lot of support for his juniors, and when he saw such a high-spirited reserve policewoman, he smiled with joy, raised his hand and said haha: "Okay, okay, then you can help fight it." ”

Huang Yi added: "However, the police force has the rules of the police force, and it is not allowed to disclose any information to the outside world until the matter is clear, can it be done?" ”

Zhao Xiangwan, Gu Zhiguang, and Jia Junnan said at the same time: "Yes!" ”

The two groups of men and horses were divided into two ways.

Yao Guocheng took Huang Yi to the Jixiang Restaurant where Zhan Xiaolan worked when she first came to Xingshi, and investigated to find out who her boyfriend was when she was in love. Zhao Xiangwan returned to the city bureau and brought Ji Zhao over to paint a portrait according to the description of the eyewitness.

Xingshi is the largest city in Hunan Province, and although the number of noodles is not as good as that of Kyoto, there are more than 16,000 vehicles registered. Now Zhan Xiaolan's life and death are uncertain, and she must hurry up and strive to find this man who is dragging boxes and opening noodles as soon as possible.

When Ji Zhao, who was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, appeared in the family area of the telecommunications bureau with a painting clip on his back, those small stall vendors all gathered around.

The aesthetics of men in the 80s and 90s were a time when a hundred flowers were contending and colorful. There are not only thick eyebrows and big eyes, tall and mighty tough guys in domestic war films, but also literary men with long hair and sven speech in Hong Kong and Taiwan romance dramas, as well as the kind of foreign men with deep facial features and gentlemanly demeanor in foreign movies.

Ji Zhao is a clear stream of current aesthetics.

He was dressed in fine porcelain-like white skin, and he was lined with black. His eyes were dark and silent, but there seemed to be thousands of stars gathering.

In the past, Ji Zhao was protected by Ji Jinmao impenetrably, and he had no chance to go deep into the lives of ordinary people, but now with Zhao Xiangwan and the serious crime team, what he heard and saw was the shortcomings of his parents, and he gradually became infected with some fireworks, and his eyes became much smarter.

This kind of Ji Zhao has both the luxurious beauty of being high above and the naivety of not knowing the world, and there is a bookish air between his eyebrows and eyes, which immediately captured the hearts of the uncles and aunts, and took the initiative to come around, and you and I provided information word by word.

"Tall, with long hair and sideburns, it's not a good thing at first glance."

"Wearing denim bell bottoms, a black shirt with a red background, only three buttons, and an open collar, like a little rascal."

"I walk a little bit forward, and my right foot always seems to be stuck in the mud, which is weird."

"Face? I didn't see it clearly. I looked at him a little more, and his eyes were gouged out like poison, and I was so scared that I didn't dare to look at him again. ”

"Yes, I don't dare to look at it, that person is not a good thing at first glance, where do I dare to look at it."

"I took a serious look, in fact, the eyebrows and eyes are not bad, thick eyebrows and big eyes, very energetic. It's the one who dresses up with bells and whistles, and it's quite suspicious. Oh, by the way, the upper right side of his lips seems to have a blister. ”

……

This time, in the face of the crowded crowd and listening to the chattering words, Ji Zhao did not show panic and panic, but listened to everything quietly like Zhao Xiangwan.

After listening to everyone's descriptions, Ji Zhao pondered for a moment, and the pen flew like a fly, but in twenty minutes, a ruffian man jumped on the paper.

Even Gu Zhiguang, an architecture student who had studied art for a year in his freshman year, was shocked: "This, this is too distracting, right?" He stared at the sketch for a long time, and then looked at Zhao Xiangwan, "Are you sure that he is just an ordinary portraitist?" ”

Zhao Xiangwan smiled silently.

A genius painter, the pioneer of hyperrealism, Ji Zhaolai became a portrait artist in the city bureau, which was completely a small test.

[Do I look like a painting?] 】

Ji Zhao looked at Zhao Xiangwan, his dark eyes flashing with excitement.

After having the skill of mind reading, Zhao Xiangwan usually hears two different voices when talking to people, and people have "different hearts", which makes Zhao Xiangwan a little uncomfortable.

Ji Zhao is different, his inner world has a picture in Zhao Xiangwan's eyes, pure and simple; He has a speech barrier, and the young man's youthful voice can only be heard by Zhao Xiangwan.

This simplicity and truth made Zhao Xiangwan feel comfortable and relaxed, and when she met Ji Zhao's gaze, Zhao Xiangwan smiled and nodded.

Although Zhao Xiangwan's smile was shallow, it gave Ji Zhao great encouragement. In the snow-white world, the golden sunlight shone down, and the dots of grass emerged from the snow and gradually converged into a meadow.

"Chirp-" The lark jumped down from the branches, stood in the middle of the grass and began to chirp.

Spring, here.

Zhao Xiangwan saw the changes in his inner world, and a strong sense of accomplishment came up - his smile and affirmation were the sunshine of Ji Zhao's inner world.

Gu Zhiguang's gaze moved from Zhao Xiangwan's face to Ji Zhao's face, and muttered, "Isn't it just pretty?" A little portraitist, hum. ”

Although Gu Zhiguang was not convinced that Ji Zhao could get Zhao Xiangwan's smiling face, Ji Zhao's existence did speed up the detection of the case.

Zhan Xiaolan came to Xingshi in April 1988, and her first stop was to work as a waiter at Jixiang Restaurant, but after more than three years, although Jixiang Restaurant is still there, the boss has changed hands several times, and the only one who remembers Zhan Xiaolan is the original dishwasher and the current chef.

Before the portrait came out, the chef waved his hand again and again: "I don't remember, I don't remember." At that time, I was like Zhan Xiaolan, I just came to the city to work, washing dishes in a restaurant, and I was a handyman who nested in the kitchen every day. ”

After the portrait came out, the chef's eyes widened: "Is this the person?" I think I've seen it. Driving a yellow van, he often yelled at the restaurant to eat, and at night he was drunk and dared to drive back, when the restaurant proprietress scolded him behind his back, saying that he would kill someone sooner or later. ”

Huang Yi didn't expect it to go so smoothly, and asked, "Then do you know what his name is?" ”

Chef: "I only know that everyone else calls him Ah Feng, but what is the specific name...... Oh, by the way, he had a good relationship with Wang Guiling, the proprietress of the restaurant at the time, if you can find her, you should be able to find Ah Feng. ”

Wang Guiling opened a restaurant, registered with the industrial and commercial department with complete information, and was soon found by the police. With Wang Gui's line, the public security system quickly locked on Xiong Chengfeng, who was known as "A Feng".

Two days later, Xiong Chengfeng was captured.

But the man was hard-mouthed and refused to say anything.

Jia Junnan was worried about Zhan Xiaolan's whereabouts, so he didn't care about his graduation project, so he squatted at the police station and waited for the result.

Zhan Ping, together with her brother and sister-in-law who came in a hurry, anxiously waited for news.

The four people related to Zhan Xiaolan, because of the common goal, meet every day and gradually get to know each other. Zhan Xiaolan's parents had a good impression of Jia Junnan, and even Zhan Ping, who was opposed at the beginning, has changed greatly.

It's just that...... What if you like Jia Junnan again? Now I don't even know if Zhan Xiaolan is dead or alive.

Zhao Xiangwan had a lot of classes at school on Monday, and when he arrived at the interrogation room of the police station after class, it was already 7 o'clock in the evening.

Yao Guocheng and Huang Yi have been interrogating Xiong Chengfeng for a whole day, the two of them have unshaven beards, red eyes, haggard expressions, and can see that they are under great mental pressure. As soon as he saw Zhao Xiangwan, Huang Yi handed her the transcript in his hand, gave up his position, and motioned for her to sit down.

Yao Guocheng's voice was tired, and he rubbed his forehead with his hands: "May 15, Friday, from half past five to six in the afternoon, where are you?" ”

Xiong Chengfeng lowered his head and said nothing, his long bangs drooped down, covering his eyebrows and eyes tightly.

[I have found so many women, and Xiaolan was pregnant with my child, and I didn't want to be dragged down by her at that time, and I was tired of playing, so I broke up with her mercilessly. But looking back now, alas! It's just that I didn't cherish it at the time. 】

The transcript in front of him was blank, and hearing Xiong Chengfeng's inner drama, Zhao Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief. It doesn't matter if you don't speak, as long as you can hear his heart, you won't be afraid.

Yao Guocheng waited for a long time, but Xiong Chengfeng refused to cooperate, so he raised his voice and repeated what he just said again.

Xiong Chengfeng slowly raised his head, looked at Huang Guosheng, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Comrade police, it's been more than a week, how do I know what I did that day." Why don't you tell me what I did that day? ”

Huang Yi was very dissatisfied with his attitude, and shouted: "Be serious! Now we're asking you, and be honest. ”

Xiong Chengfeng raised his handcuffed hands, pressed them against his forehead, and replied lazily: "I don't remember." ”

[Oh, tell me honestly, sit in prison, I understand this truth. I don't say, who can know what I've done? Xiaolan, Xiaolan, you have to thank your angry belly, if you weren't the only one who conceived a child for Lao Tzu, I'm afraid you would have died a long time ago. 】

Zhao Xiangwan's heart was beating rapidly.

- Zhan Xiaolan is not dead! She's alive!

The presiding judge is Yao Guocheng, and it stands to reason that Zhao Xiangwan should not speak, but the situation is urgent, and Zhao Xiangwan can't care about this. She put the pen on the table and asked softly, "Zhan Xiaolan is still alive, right?" ”

Zhao Xiangwan's voice was cold and calm, like a stream flowing through a grassy beach, breaking the scorching atmosphere of the interrogation room.

The hands that were against Xiong Chengfeng's forehead drooped sharply, revealing a pair of round and large eyes. Extremely deep double eyelids, slightly yellow eyes, pupils shrunk, obviously these words hit his heart.

Yao Guocheng and Huang Yi interrogated for a day, but they didn't gain anything at all, and they were irritable, when they heard Zhao Xiangwan's words, Huang Yi blurted out: "She's still alive?" Really? ”

Zhao Xiangwan nodded.

Huang Yi asked again: "How do you know?" ”

Zhao Xiangwan glanced at Xiong Chengfeng.

Huang Yi raised his hand and slapped it on the head, too! How can this be discussed in front of a suspect?

Xiong Chengfeng set off turbulent waves in his heart, but he had good psychological quality, and he didn't show it on his face. When he came back to his senses, he glanced at Zhao Xiangwan fiercely, looked at her little apple face, and his attitude was calm, and he immediately slowed down.

[Where did the little policeman come from, I'm afraid he was just graduated, right? ] I don't understand the fart, and I guess randomly. Ahh It really made her guess right by mistake. Lao Tzu is still waiting for Xiaolan to give birth to a son for me, why did he kill her? 】