Su Ge was filled with surprise when he saw his arm moving incredibly on its own.
Soon, a lifelike portrait appeared in front of him. The killer's eyes in the portrait were cold and ferocious with a hint of madness. Just a simple glance made him feel as if he had returned to last night.
"Is this, is this extraordinary?"
"To be precise, it's the power of fate. This is just one of the abilities of the 'Puppet Man'," Cecia said with a smile, "How does it look?"
"It's like seeing a real person." Su Ge praised.
After analyzing the killer's abilities and purpose, the meeting came to an end for the time being.
At this time, Su Ge, with the help of Cecia, began to recall the appearance of the killer and draw a portrait. According to Angdu's wishes, this portrait will be handed over to the police later and help launch the search.
The rest of the people were sorting out the materials, but Su Ge was still immersed in the state of being surprised by his extraordinary abilities.
He knew his level. In addition to being tone-deaf, he had no talent in painting. It is said that even if a person's hand is cut off, the memory of the hand will remain, and in his limited memory, there is no painting at all.
There is only one explanation for the portrait in front of me, which is extraordinary.
It's really amazing, and Ms. Cecia also said that this is just one of the abilities of the puppet, and she doesn't know what the other abilities are... Su Ge was full of curiosity, and suddenly saw Angdu coming over to take a look, and quickly asked:
"Mr. Ondu, what's the matter?"
"No, I'm just feeling a little emotional."
"What emotion?" Cecia asked, "If you are shocked by the puppet's ability and want me to do something dirty for you, I will tell you that my answer is only three words, I refuse."
Angdu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Am I such a tasteless person in your eyes?"
"Are you very interesting?" Cecia asked sideways.
"Forget it, I just lamented that it didn't take long after the information came from Igoun, but not only did we have information about the killer's abilities, we even figured out his appearance. You have to know that before that, Igoun
But I haven’t even seen the shadow of Gen’s companion.”
"I have to say, the efficiency of our work is really amazing."
After Angdu finished speaking, he smiled and patted Su Ge on the shoulder to express his approval and affirmation, and said: "This is all thanks to you."
Su Ge smiled and felt a little guilty for Angdu's praise. In fact, he just slept for a while, and then he was found by the killer. He didn't know exactly why, but if he was asked to do it again, he would
I don't want to have such an experience either.
The killer's purpose is still unclear. As Angdu and others said, he is likely to be targeted by the killer again. Considering that he is still an ordinary person, he plans to stay close to the members of the association these days.
Ondu picked up the portrait of the killer and clicked his tongue: "That's good. I originally owed Neo an explanation, but now I can give it to him and it will be settled. Moreover, our follow-up actions can also be guaranteed. As for whether we can search for
To what extent, it all depends on his own ability."
With that said, Angdu left the prayer room, and soon Gary and Betero also started their own actions, leaving only Su Ge and Cecia looking at each other.
It wasn't until the two of them were alone that Su Ge felt the unique temperament and smell of Chessia. Although she looked friendly and gentle, there was always a sense of distance that was repelling her from thousands of miles away.
He didn't dare to take the initiative to talk, and there was nothing he needed to do for a while.
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, I can only sit there in a trance, thinking about some otherworldly things in my mind.
"Are you scared?"
Su Ge was startled and saw Cecia looking at him with a smile. He immediately sat up straight, like a student waiting to be taught a lesson, and said:
"What are you talking about? Ms. Cecia?"
"Of course it's about the killer. I guess you must be frightened."
Su Ge breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, of course I was frightened, I was almost frightened to death, but he did not dare to say directly and just nodded vigorously.
"You are not a child who is willing to talk to others. It may be because you have experienced something, or you may be on guard subconsciously, but it doesn't matter. Angdu believes in you, and I believe in you too. If you need help in any way, please feel free to ask for help.
Open your mouth." Cecia said.
Su Ge stared at Cecia's face, not expecting that the other party would suddenly say these things.
Sure enough, women's intuition is very powerful... Su Ge instantly made up his mind that he would never make Cecia angry in the future, otherwise he would die in an ugly way.
Although I don't want to lie, you won't believe it even if I say it... Su Ge thought for a while, nodded vigorously, and showed a smile to Cecia.
Cecia also came up and imitated Angdu and patted Su Ge on the shoulder. She glanced at the compiled intelligence materials on the table and said: "The matter about this killer has been delayed for a long time, and you just joined.
In just a few days, you have made a huge contribution. It seems that you are very suitable for this place."
Cecia felt very comfortable for some reason. She smiled and said to Su Ge: "Do you want to go find the person who helped you convey the message? I know where the York Central Hospital is, and I can go with you."
Su Ge looked at Cecia's smiling face, and his mood improved, and he said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you, Ms. Cecia."
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Blue Square, Lower Bay District, York City.
The sun was shining high, and under the warm sunshine, the water mist from the Lims River was quickly dispersed. Under the blue sky, people in twos and threes were moving in the wide square, looking leisurely and at ease.
It occupies a huge area. Whether it is the protective fence or the paved stone slabs, they are all made of the characteristic blue sea stone produced outside York City. In addition to the huge blue sea stone monument four to five meters high in the center of the square, the overall
The deep blue echoes the sky, giving people a sense of tranquility and tranquility.
At this time, in a remote corner of the square, a group of white seabirds were combing their feathers in the sun. Not far from them, there was a young girl with bottles and cans piled at her feet, facing a drawing board.
Paint and paint.
Plop, plop, plop.
After a sound of flapping wings, a large piece of white rose into the sky, hovered over the square for a while, and then flew towards the sea.
The girl put down her paintbrush, held her straw hat and narrowed her eyes at the seabirds going away, with a slight smile on her lips.
"Well, see you tomorrow, Elizabeth, number one and number two... until the thirty-seventh."
The girl was in a good mood, stretched out while sitting, and then picked up the paintbrush.
"Is that their name? What a funny name."
A slender figure came over and said, "Oh, please forgive my rashness, madam, I only admired the beauty between you and forgot the proper etiquette. How should I address you?"
The girl put down her paintbrush and looked up and down at the person in front of her.
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The man had brown hair, thin and red lips, and sharp cheek lines. When he smiled, his eyes narrowed into a long and narrow slit, and he held a rusty long sword that was used as a walking stick in his hand.
"Hello sir, just call me, call me, call me a painter. My wish is to become a painter." the girl replied.
"A simple but beautiful wish," the man smiled. "I see the vitality of youth in you. It is so clean and pure that people can't help but admire it."
The girl who claimed to be a painter, her young face flushed with embarrassment, asked hesitantly: "If you don't mind, I can draw a portrait for you, although I am still very unfamiliar with the structure of the human face."
"It would be my pleasure, Madam Painter."
The man looked around and found that there was nothing that could be used as a seat, so he simply stood, found a good background and angle, and gave the girl a "good to go" gesture.
The girl blushed and carefully observed every detail on the man's face.
This was the first time that she had been so close to a strange man. The adolescent girl's thoughts were clearly revealed on her rosy face, but she still suppressed her excitement and painted the man's appearance one stroke at a time.
The sun shines just right, and in the interplay of light and shadow, the slender man looks at the blue sea stone monument, leaving behind a tall and straight figure.
"Phew, it's done."
The man heard the girl's voice, came over to look at her, and exclaimed: "It's amazing. I have never found that I have such a handsome side."
The girl listened and lowered her head shyly.
"Please allow me to express my gratitude." After the man finished speaking, he took out a yellow-orange coin from his pocket and put it in the girl's hand.
The girl looked at the gold coin in her hand. From the heavy feel and the thorn stripes that belonged to Griffin, she could tell that it was a real gold coin.
This is equivalent to the same weight of gold in the market, and is worth a full pound.
"This is too expensive, I can't accept it," the girl quickly refused, "I just made a painting, and it's not professional."
"Then consider it as a supplement to the consumed oil paint and canvas." The man bent down and saluted, "What a wonderful encounter, Ms. Painter."
The man turned around and left. The girl took a step slower and shouted from behind: "You forgot the portrait, sir."
"Just stay here with you as a souvenir of this encounter." The man turned around and said.
"Then, at least tell me your name."
The man thought for a while, turned around and walked back to the girl. He took the brush and wrote his name in the lower right corner, then handed the brush back.
"Ge... Gebion, Gebion?" The girl tried to distinguish the font, turned around and asked, "Mr. Gebion, this is your name..."
She raised her head and suddenly found that there was no trace of the man beside her. The man left at some unknown time and seemed to have never been there.
"Gabion..."
The girl held the gold coin tightly, recalling this unexpected encounter.
When she cast her eyes on the canvas again, she discovered a detail that she had not paid attention to when painting.
"This part of the neck...why does it look like a mouth? Am I not handling it well?"
Suddenly feeling annoyed, she took down the painting, inserted it into a thick painting folder, and replaced it with a brand new canvas.