Bai Mo opened his eyes, yawned comfortably, sat upright and froze.
Yang Lu was lying on the other side of the table, his hands folded together, his head on them, looking at Bai Mo tenderly.
"Are you awake?" Yang Lu kissed Bai Mo with a happy smile on his face.
Bai Mo yawned again, nodded and picked up his phone. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
"You won't be watching me here all the time, right?" Bai Mo asked curiously. After waking up, he found Yang Lu behind him. Bai Mo felt indescribably comfortable, and the last trace of fatigue disappeared.
"Yes!" Yang Lu smiled stupidly, "Teacher Bai is so good-looking, and he looks good when he sleeps."
Bai Mo reached out and scratched Yang Lu's nose, and the latter showed an expression of enjoyment.
"Are you starving? Go eat quickly and bring me whatever you want." Bai Mo picked up the brush and prepared to continue painting, "I have to work, and one of the prosecutors is probably dying of anxiety."
A small white hand pressed on Bai Mo's drawing paper. Bai Mo raised his head and looked at Yang Lu, "Don't make trouble, there are many people waiting for my portrait!"
Yang Lu put some screenshots on the table in front of Bai Mo, "You want to draw what this person looks like, right?"
Bai Mo nodded, and then he noticed that there was a thick pile of paper beside the table, all of which were wrinkled. When he lowered his head, he saw that all the paper balls on the ground were gone.
It seemed that Yang Lu was not idle. She opened all the paper balls that Bai Mo had crumpled and looked at them.
"I think the realistic Mr. Bai lacks a little imagination." Yang Lu playfully pinched his index finger and thumb together and gestured towards Bai Mo.
Bai Mo chuckled lightly, "Portraits are meant to be realistic, what else does Teacher Yang have to say?"
"Of course." Yang Lu pointed at the person in the painting, "You are calculating the impact on the character based on the refracted appearance of other things in the painting. I think you can just look at this person. Although it is very blurry, the facial features There are always some. Look at his nose, does it look like a clown’s nose, and does his face look like the big rock you sat on that day..."
Listening to Yang Lu's wild imagination, Bai Mo's expression gradually changed, and an excited smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
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A Cadillac drove into the streets of downtown.
"That's amazing!" Lu Yang couldn't help but sigh while driving. Meng Xiu rubbed his ears impatiently. Lu Yang had already praised Bai Mo to the sky along the way.
Bai Mo, who was sitting in the back row, was also numb. At first he responded humbly, but later he just pretended that Lu Yang was talking to himself.
With the help of Yang Lu, Bai Mo found a new way of painting, and finally painted people who appeared in shantytowns.
After comparing the household registration system, it was determined that the person lived in a community five kilometers away from the shanty town, and the three of them were on their way to the community.
"There once was a case of missing Chinese in the United States. The surveillance camera only captured the suspect's face, which looked like a mosaic. A domestic portrait master drew the suspect based on this picture. You don't even know how the police found the suspect. I was shocked when I saw it, it was almost exactly the same as the painting.”
Lu Yang turned around and gave Bai Mo an affirmative look, "I didn't know until I saw your portrait today that it was not a rumor at all. It's really amazing!"
Meng Xiu rubbed her ears again, and Bai Mo simply looked out the window.
When they arrived at the community, the three of them found the witness that day, an old man in his fifties.
The old man was deeply impressed by what happened that day. He had the habit of running. He came to the shanty town while running that day. After entering, he saw a man with blood on his body. The man walked into a wooden house.
"There was a lot of blood on his head at that time, which scared me, so I still remember it now," the old man said.
Then Lu Yang took out a photo of Yang Bing, and the old man looked embarrassed, "He has so much blood, I will definitely go around him! And I am so old, how can I remember Qing's face?"
Although the old man was not sure, Bai Mo and the others had already determined that the man with blood on his head was Yang Bing.
After leaving the community, the three of them returned to the car with dark faces.
"No wonder Liu Changyu is so confident. He didn't hide the body. He knew that Yang Bing was not dead." Meng Xiu patted her thigh forcefully.
"Yang Bing is not dead, why did he pretend to be dead?" Lu Yang lit a cigarette. This investigation result was so shocking.
Before leaving the police station, Bai Mo knew that Yang Bing was involved in an organ trading gang, and he tried to connect these things together.
"Is it possible that Yang Bing knew that buying and selling organs was too risky, and he wanted to quit, but he couldn't get out because he knew too many secrets." Bai Mo said, "After being knocked down by Liu Changyu, he thought of cheating his death, using this How to get rid of that gang completely?"
"It's possible." Meng Xiu nodded repeatedly, "But hasn't he thought about living in anonymity from now on?"
Bai Mo let out a heavy breath, "Maybe Yang Bing knew that the gang would be destroyed sooner or later, and he wanted to wait until then to show up again."
"Then Yang Bing should have left Meihai City to avoid the limelight, right?" Meng Xiu guessed.
The case cannot be overturned at this point. The old witness cannot be sure whether the person he saw is Yang Bing, so it cannot be used as evidence.
"Yang Bing is a filial son." Lu Yang suddenly said, "After he got rich, he bought a big house for his parents, and Yang Dong's performance can also be..."
Lu Yang didn't say any more, he turned his head to look at Bai Mo with difficulty.
"The old man said he was too old and couldn't remember the other person's appearance. In the morning, I went to see Yang Donglai with Guo Dajian's portrait. He just took one look and said he was the policeman who came to see him."
Lu Yang's words caused the three people in the car to fall into an eerie silence.
After half a year, Yang Donglai was able to remember Guo Dajian's general appearance. At first, they thought it was Bai Mo's comparative memory method that worked. But now it seems that it may be another reason.
"Yang Donglai deliberately reminded us that there were two waves of police." Bai Mo had a shuddering feeling, "He is inducing us to investigate the gang behind Yang Bing."
"This old man's acting skills are really good!" Lu Yang said through gritted teeth.
Lu Yang and the others were not to blame for this incident. They did not expect that Yang Bing was not dead, so they would not be prepared for a gray-haired old man.
"In that case, Yang Bing must still be in Meihai City, and he is watching in secret." Bai Mo leaned on his seat and fell into deep thought.
The old man's entrance to the shanty town was not in the row where Liu Changyu's home was. Why did he see Yang Bing? Yang Bing was also seen walking into a wooden house.
"Shanty area!" Bai Mo and Lu Yang shouted in unison.
The engine of the Cadillac sounded, and it drove onto the busy road. The direction it went to was the place where Yang Bing faked his death.
