Fang Lingying's little surprise later was that when she entered her hometown city, both of them were in a relatively close area.

It was not too long since he left. The familiar urban pattern did not make Buck so unfamiliar with it. It was just that from a distance, it was completely different from the breath he felt in Eastern Europe and Central Asia. A vigorous vitality was contained in the rapidly extending city. This was also the increasingly strong feeling he had since entered the border. It was developing rapidly everywhere, which was completely contrary to the gentle and lazy impression of the country he had been in before.

He had just driven into the inner ring line and Fang Lingying, who had been silent, spoke: "Where is your home?"

Barker had no concealment: "Five Villages of Railway Workers." It is a relatively backward area in the western suburbs of the city.

Fang Lingying's eyebrows were raised and she stretched out her head to look at Buck's face: "Are you... a railway worker?" It's true that Buck's face, which is so dark and mottled, is almost as old as he is forty years old!

Buck still nodded in irresistiblely and was about to pull over and stop the car. The journey of the ride was over.

Fang Lingying felt slowing down and dusted her hands: "Let's go straight, I'm not far from there."

Barker continued to move forward, unlike before, when he entered the city, although Barker knew how to walk on most sections of the road, and a few restricted one-way roads were guided by Fang Lingying, this also demonstrated that both of them were familiar with this area, especially women... they were mostly obsessed with the route.

Fang Lingying's attention was similar to before, and she deliberately placed it on Buck's face to observe, but she was a little disappointed in the end. Until the Wrangler stopped by the roadside next to a dormitory area, Buck said briefly: "I'm here, thank you." When he opened the door and got off the car, there was no change in excitement on his face.

It seems that my home that is difficult to return, or I have been with me for a few days, I didn’t show any emotions on that rather cold face. At least I am a beauty who is often favored and noticed? This is a romantic encounter with me, so why is it so lightly? You said that the other party is really a handsome and elegant young man, but compared with the situation now, Fang Lingying still has a sense of superiority and is just ignored?

Seeing the back gradually moving away, Fang Lingying, who was still wearing the sportswear she bought, changed into the driver's seat, suddenly felt a little angry and stretched out her head: "Don't you thank anything more?"

The voice was really not a lady. Buck, who had already walked on the roadside, was stunned for a moment. Really, even the underwear was bought by someone. He really couldn't think of anything he could thank, so he turned around and bowed sincerely before leaving.

Fang Lingying blinked her eyes twice, was stunned for a while, then cut off her sunglasses shelved on her head, left on fire, and actually turned around two streets at most, then drove into the Academy of Fine Arts...

Of course, Buck's sentiment of gratitude to Fang Lingying comes from here.

But what about Fang Lingying?

There are too many question marks!

Picking cotton seems like a joke now. Barbecue is more reliable in the northern Xinjiang area, and the ultraviolet rays are strong there, so it is not uncommon to make it so dry.

Of course, it's a bit special when driving well, but at least it's pretty good. And Buck has always been taciturn and can't tell anything unusual.

If you live in this same area as you, it would be considered a bit fate.

This is not uncomfortable with what you come into contact with at work, and that is, it is very destined to be together.

Of course, the rough-looking North Xinjiang barbecue and the homemade tiramisu cake with a completely petty bourgeois atmosphere all came from this man's hand and seemed very inconsistent, so she felt a little surprised.

From Fang Lingying's heart, she felt that this was the difference between Buck and herself.

I, who claim to be a petty bourgeoisie, will definitely not reject barbecue, but in most cases, barbecue and tiramisu will not be placed together, right?

This is a matching question.

Those who know a little art like to worry about this issue. They have some obsessive-compulsive disorder. If the combination is not good, it is better not to do so.

So now I see Buck's reaction is a little embarrassed: "Most people will be shocked when they come in, even the rest of the Academy of Fine Arts come."

Buck looked at it with relish: "It's okay, it's okay, this white... is it different from the yellow one? I remember that the skulls are all white, right?" He really exploded the skulls a lot, and he was very familiar with the color of the bone scum. The color difference between the skulls in front of him was too large.

Fang Lingying swallowed a little bit, and it was estimated that only these two aliens could swallow their saliva instead of vomiting: "White is bleached, and it is easy to see the bone spots on the bones after bleaching... Some were soaked in antiseptic potion, the color was a bit darker, and some were formalin bubbles from the police, which color was darker."

Buck focused on his skull and leaned closer to the black hole in the skull's eye socket, looking at the black hole almost to his eyes: "Oh, I just said that, I thought you were a policeman before, so I got together with those two policemen."

Fang Lingying finally explained herself: "I am a police officer, but I am a doctoral student. I also help take students to make avatars in the sculpture department. I am not an art student here. I am sent here to study for a doctorate in the forensic science major. My main topic is skull recovery, that is, skull recovery, restore the appearance of the skull in the murder case, and carry other forensic identification." That's even more, no wonder she has some say in the police system. At least this special major is easily respected.

Buck actually whistled loudly. He hadn't felt so comfortable for a long time. He was originally a young man with a black heart and lively heart: "Not bad..." Turning to look at Fang Lingying: "You are not Ele.me, eat, don't worry about me, let me see, no wonder you are so brave."

Fang Lingying was a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean to punish you, just explain it." She really started eating. The exploded head and broken limbs were still on the projection screen, and she could even eat it sweetly!

Buck waved his hand without looking back: "It's okay, this person's face can be covered with his face, right? This is what you did?" He picked up one and gestured on his head like a hoodie.

Fang Lingying sucked a fried enoki mushroom into her mouth before wrapping it up and talking: "Theoretically, it's OK, but what I do is cover the bones, instead of the layer of skin muscles, and then cover the face. Wouldn't it be too bloated and thick?" When it comes to professionalism, it is obviously serious.

Buck nodded suddenly and realized: "That's right, then it would be easy to see if you want to make a fake face hood?"

Fang Lingying is really professional: "The whole face is exaggerated in the movie, and the bones are the same, and they are fake at first glance. If you really want to change, you can only do some work on the hair and muscle layers, and some patches... Hey, why do you care about this?"

Buck said nonsense: "I often unload meat on cattle and sheep, and I often peel the cattle and sheep heads, thinking about it myself."

Fang Lingying still had doubts: "No, I have never seen you talk so much!"

Buck was also shocked that he seemed to suddenly become a little excited, and then stopped saying a word and was about to leave. Fang Lingying regretted: "Oh, just look at it. It's rare that someone is willing to see it." This profession is mysterious and noble, so what if you do it... 99% of people will feel creepy. Even with her colleagues, Xiao Shao intentionally or unintentionally hinted whether she should not play with skulls all day after she was promoted.

Buck said fewer words, only watching, occasionally reaching out to touch, but he was really familiar with and liked these things. After watching a few more rows of skulls, he focused on the disgusting projection slides, watching them one by one seriously.

You should know that none of the non-pure bone photos sent to Fang Lingying are complete, and some of them are even extremely terrifying. Fang Lingying is still familiar with them: "Here, these are car accidents, and most of them cannot find their identities. They require their heads and faces to be restored. At least they can see them even if they find their family members. The requirements are not that detailed. These are injuries, so they require them to be as detailed as possible. Oh, these are internal secrets, don't look at them." It is estimated that no one likes to read them so much, and she almost forgot her confidentiality regulations.

Buck really didn't look at it, just touched the skull on the shelf in the middle, and there was some plasticine on it, which was still wet. It was obviously what Fang Lingying was dealing with. No wonder there was often mud on her blue jacket: "Is this what you are busy with? I think you are very tired these days, many?" I feel that there are not so many murder cases in China that I can't find my face?

Fang Lingying proudly said: "I can also make a name for myself in the country. Many provinces here have come to me. Last time I went to Northern Xinjiang, there were business operations..." He laughed at this point: "The boxes in my trunk are filled with skulls. Whoever sees them will be shocked, right? You really know that you don't sleep in the car."

Buck felt that this girl was also full of bad water. She wanted to laugh a little, but she stopped talking. When she touched the skull, she felt very familiar.

Fang Lingying probably said a little too much: "Actually... I have been busy with this one these days, and it has been too much damage, so it is very troublesome to repair it."

Buck used the dim light in the room to cover up his expression of wanting to speak, but after wandering for a while, he still focused on the skull. The entire left jaw was broken, and a big piece was missing. Now it was obvious that Fang Lingying used iron wire and plasticine to fill the left side, but the temple on the right side disappeared all the way to the eye socket. In addition, some blunt object strikes also damaged the connection point between the right jaw and the skull, so the left and right jaws could not find the symmetric point, so there was no way to refer to what the jaw of the skull looked like. It had a great impact on the final appearance. So Buck looked at the white paper on the shelf Fang Lingying drew many sketches of the jaw, and probably was looking for the most suitable one.

Buck didn't understand the anatomy of this bone point. He understood that bones were all for killing people, so he prefers to touch them. He subconsciously stretched out his fingers and touched them a few times on his left jaw, but he still held back. It was very difficult to move himself away from the skull, just like pulling a gambler away from the poker table.

Fang Lingying was obviously in a better mood: "Many people regard me as a freak!" What she didn't say was that as long as she knew that she was doing this, none of them would be willing to shake hands or touch her.

Barker didn't think: "Then I'll send takeaway here from now on, I think your meals are really messy." There were a lot of instant noodles and snack packaging piled up in the corner of the room.

Fang Lingying was actually proud: "Just treating losing weight, I usually dance with skeletons and lose weight!" At this time, she had no feelings of estrangement or defense towards Buck. For someone like her who had a special job, it was really hard to meet a person who had no grudges at all. At least among her colleagues in the sculpture department, she specialized in dealing with bones, especially skulls. Moreover, even if her head statue is the most realistic, it is not the category of recognition in the sculpture department, so there are not many people who can speak in the sculpture department. Fang Lingying feels that she can be friends with such a person.

There are almost hundreds of skull-like ball objects here, with only two skeletons all over the body, which is obvious to one man and one woman, which makes Buck feel a little chill: "Then let's make sure that morning, noon and evening, you need to deliver food and call... Well, this is my phone number." At this time, Buck felt that it seemed that it was really necessary to buy a mobile phone.

After saying that, he wrote down the number on the blank paper, and Buck hurriedly said goodbye, afraid that he would not be able to control his mouth.

What's more, Fang Lingying's phone rang and she just waved her hand and went out.

This is different from Fang Lingying's idea that he would continue to stay here for a while, so she connected her phone with some confusion.
Chapter completed!