Pi Ruan held the painting respectfully with both hands and looked at Jiang Cheng with a puzzled expression, "Doctor Jiang, do you want to...find someone?"
Jiang Cheng nodded and said, "Through your network, try to find these two women."
"They are in Rongcheng?"
"I don't know," Jiang Cheng replied, "They could be in any city."
Pi Ruan pouted and looked at several paintings carefully, "It's easy to do if it's nearby, but it's difficult if it's in a very remote place."
He paused for a while, held the brown paper bag between his arms, looked up at Jiang Cheng and continued to ask: "Are there any other clues? For example, identity, hobbies, occupation, etc."
Finding someone based on a sketch alone is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"No."
Hearing this, Pi Ruan's expression became tangled.
"Nothing specific," Jiang Cheng added, "but I have some guesses that you can use for reference."
Pi Ruan nodded hastily, "Please speak."
"The women in the first three paintings are probably between 18 and 23 years old. They are probably studying in university, majoring in science." Jiang Cheng leaned on the sofa and thought while profiling Chen Xiaomeng based on his memories. "In terms of her grades, It will be outstanding, but not top-notch, and there will be no exaggerated honors appearing in the school newspaper or campus website."
"There will be a relatively frequent phenomenon of asking for leave and leaving early. I have a normal relationship with teachers and classmates, and I am used to living alone."
"Also," Jiang Cheng looked at Pi Ruan, who was holding a small book and memorizing things quickly, and said seriously: "She will not live in the public dormitory arranged by the school, and her surname is not Chen."
Fatty thought carefully about what Jiang Cheng said, and was surprised to find that he could understand some of it.
"There is less information about the second woman. Her age range is between 25 and 35. She has thick calluses on the fingertips of her hands, and her finger muscles are full and strong. She should be a person who is proficient in playing musical instruments such as the piano, and has a silent temperament. He is indifferent and doesn’t like to be in public.”
Jiang Cheng paused and continued: "She probably has little experience in performing at major events or concerts, and her occupation is relatively hidden."
"The search direction is roughly aimed at a private tutor or a piano tuner, and there is a high probability that the surname will not be Li."
After hearing this, the fat man couldn't help but feel that he had followed the right person. With the doctor's brain, it was indeed difficult to kill him in nightmares or teammates.
He had begun to seriously consider whether to give the doctor a hard meal at night.
Pi Ruan, who had memorized a whole page and was about to turn the page, had no special expression on his face. He seemed to be used to Jiang Cheng's behavior.
He raised his head, looked at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Dr. Jiang, after we find them..."
"Nothing to do with you."
Pi Ruan didn't look dissatisfied at all. After putting the painting and the notebook into the brown paper bag, he nodded and said, "I understand."
After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense and turned around to leave.
When he was leaving, he seemed to remember that there was another person in the room, so he turned around again, said hello to the fat man, and then left.
When Pi Ruan completely disappeared from sight, the fat man looked at Jiang Cheng, who was scattered on the sofa, and his eyes were full of "you are so awesome, why are you so awesome."
"Doctor," he licked his lips, "you are so amazing!"
Jiang Cheng moved his somewhat stiff neck, picked up the water glass, and took a sip. The afternoon sunlight spread evenly on the former's face.
The youthfulness at this moment actually made the fat man a little moved.
For a moment, Fatty suddenly felt that he could see through the weariness of the man in front of him.
He no longer bothered to pretend.
Mysterious, noble, dreamlike... Even the messy hair on his forehead seemed to have a soul. That's right, he was a beast roaring in the world, so how could he condescend to be humbled here.
"Fat man," Jiang Cheng said slowly.
The fat man was flattered, "Doctor, I'm here!"
"Don't say I'm awesome in the future, do you understand?"
The fat man's throat rolled uncontrollably, and his heart was about to jump out. The voice that broke into his ears was empty and cold, as if any more ears were blasphemy.
"After all, you haven't seen me in the presidential suite at night." Jiang Cheng seemed to recall those turbulent years and said excitedly: "I am the only man who became a regular member before the probation period ended, and I am the number one in the high-end group. !I was once alone..."
Just when Jiang Cheng was talking happily about how he had doubled the KTV's sales by himself, the door suddenly opened, and then Pi Ruan leaned half of his body in.
If a fat man encounters amnesty.
"Why are you back?" Jiang Cheng seemed very dissatisfied with Pi Ruan's interruption.
"Dr. Jiang," Pi Ruan said with a smile, "I just saw Boss Lin's car outside, and I wanted to ask her if she had been here."
"No."
"Then don't bother me," Pi Ruan retracted his head again, nodded and bowed: "Don't worry about me, you... you continue."
Pi Ruan was wearing sunglasses and the moment he stuck his head out, the fat man thought he had met a robber.
Jiang Cheng seemed to have lost interest when Pi Ruan was so disturbed. He straightened his messy clothes and sat cross-legged on the sofa, muttering something under his breath.
The fat man didn't dare to stay for long, so he picked up a vegetable basket and ran away under the pretext of buying groceries.
Jiang Cheng, who was left alone, first rested on the sofa for a while, and then fiddled with his phone as if he was bored. Instead of searching for those familiar Japanese girlfriends, he slowly opened the photo album.
Sort by time and scroll to the most recent photos.
Four sketches to be exact.
He clicked on one of the pictures. It was a very young woman. Her Pixi-style skirt danced with the wind. Her playfulness revealed her agility. She was a girl who at least looked very innocent.
Jiang Cheng stretched out two fingers and slowly pulled the screen, enlarging the photo again and again until only a pair of eyes remained on the screen.
Across the screen, two pairs of eyes looked at each other.
The afternoon sun gradually receded, the light spots were no longer dazzling, and everything in the room went dark in silence.
...
"Buzz...buzz..."
"Buzz...buzz..."
He grabbed the phone with one hand, and as soon as he opened it, a voice came out. He sounded very anxious: "Why didn't you go to the exam? Professor Sun has called me all the time!"
The girl lay flat on a huge bed, wrapped in a pure white soft quilt, with messy hair spread on the pillow, like an octopus with its teeth and claws.
The girl yawned, her eyes so sleepy that she seemed to be still in a dream. She thought for a while and replied: "Uncle Gong, I'm sick."
"Stop it, that's what you said last week!"
"I'm really sick this time," the girl said boldly, and then coughed a few times symbolically.
The man called Uncle Gong seemed to have nothing to do with the girl. He sighed and said: "Okay, okay, if this doesn't happen next time, if there is a next time..."
"By the way," the girl suddenly interrupted, and then sat up, "Uncle Gong, how did you do what I asked you to do?"
