Author: Shu Liu

A certain police hospital, on the top floor.

It is now twelve o'clock at noon, the birds are chirping outside the window, the breeze blows the thin curtains, and the summer heat is isolated from the window bars.

It was lunch time, and Zhu Fu Jingguang just got his lunch. Before he could take two bites, he was called into the small room next to him by his unexpectedly visiting boss.

"Have you eaten?"

After entering the room, he closed the door. Zhu Fu Jingguang picked up the lunch box in his hand and gestured to the other party. He smiled gently. He almost lost himself after being undercover in the organization for a long time in the past few years. Recently, he just had enough time for him.

Slowly get back to the past.

But people tend to have random thoughts when they are free. What is Zero's current situation? What is it like inside the organization? What progress has been made in the matter discussed last time?

Doubts gathered in his mind, making him anxious about his current situation of having nothing to do.

"Not yet, but I have something urgent to ask you."

The boss shook his head and waved to him to come to him. On the other hand, he took out a piece of A4 paper that was folded into a square shape and was only about the size of a tofu cube from his bag and placed it on the table.

"Open it and take a look."

he said.

This is?

Zhu Fu Jingguang spread out the paper for no apparent reason and took a closer look. Suddenly there was a portrait of a character. The artist's brushwork was not exquisite, but the characters depicted were lifelike. After careful observation, he couldn't help but see something in his eyes.

surprise.

The fact that it was a portrait was not what shocked him. What surprised him was that the character depicted in the painting was 80% similar to Lan Cheng!

what does that mean?

This means that they have most likely figured out the true identity of Lan Cheng! This is undoubtedly a big step forward.

Turning around suddenly to meet his boss's calm eyes, Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but breathe quickly, "Who is she?!"

His boss must have discovered the secret before he came to find him.

"She is Keiko Amamiya. She changed her surname to Miya after she got married. She is Miya Yi's mother."

…

"They found her portrait?"

"Well, I understand, you continue to observe."

After hanging up the phone, Yukimurozawa fell into deep thought. He didn't understand why those people found his mother.

My mother has been dead for so many years, and the only thing left about her appearance is the sketch and portrait that her father made for her. My father was the best "painter" in the class, and he tried his best to catch up with her mother. This portrait is

One of them.

He himself had never seen the portrait with his own eyes, he had only heard from his parents.

This was something that my mother always used to tease my father when I was young. Later, the portrait was left by them in a lesson. When I remembered this incident a few years ago, I sent my men to lurk into the lesson. On the one hand,

In order to help my sister who just became a police officer, on the other hand, I also wanted to preserve those relics.

It's not that he didn't think about taking them away - that portrait was not the only thing his parents left in Yishi, but since his parents chose to keep them, he didn't want to go against their wishes.

He didn't know whether his sister knew this or not. He hadn't told her about it, but she had remembered it before her parents left, so she knew it clearly.

Let's talk about it later when we get home.

The heart that had just calmed down began to throb again. Yukimurozawa exhaled a breath of turbidity, trying to keep himself calm.

——Impatientness can only do bad things.

He looked at the silver jewelry that had failed because of this phone call. The bottom shape was perfect, but the shape when it was finally sealed was gnawing.

Helplessness flashed between his brows, and he thought to himself that it was really not a good time to start making things today...

Looking back at the progress bar that had only reached 71% on the screen, he once again realized this deeply.

…

Snow house.

"You're talking about mother's portrait. Of course I know about it, and I've also found time to look at it."

After swallowing a mouthful of rice, Yukimuro Yi responded nonchalantly, "Father's writing style really needs to be strengthened. Just like that, I think whatever he said in the past was just to bluff us."

"Is it that bad?"

"Very bad."

Listening to his sister's decisive tone, Yukimuro Sawa couldn't help but feel doubtful in his heart, recalling his father's words.

"I'm the best painter in this class. Everyone can recognize the suspect by looking at my portraits."

Doesn’t this imply that you can draw figures very well?

"I'm not saying that the finished product is bad. In fact, he is indeed very talented. Whoever he draws looks like someone." Yukimuro Yi took advantage of Yukimurozawa that she had no time to care about her, and quietly put down the bowl and chopsticks, and kept saying, "There's just one thing.

Not very good."

"Which point?"

"Except for his mother, he draws all distinctive stick figures."

"...?"

Yukimurozawa raised his eyes and looked at Yukimuroi, his eyes full of doubts, trying to make sure that his ears had not missed a few words just now. When his sister said this, he suddenly didn't recognize the stick figure.

"No, wait, why are stick figures so easy to recognize?"

Suddenly he grasped this and struggled not to accept the truth.

"Because he only paints people with unique characteristics."

Yukimuro Yi helplessly spread her hands, "Didn't I just say it? It's very unique!"

"Pfft!" Chinatsu Ishihara, who was listening in the audience, finally couldn't help but let out a laugh. Then she realized this when she received Yukimurozawa's silent gaze, and she quickly stuffed two mouthfuls of rice to cover her mouth.

Well, the food she cooked was so delicious. Ishihara Chinatsu secretly praised her, and then she immersed herself in cooking like crazy.

Ganfanren, Ganfansoul, and Ganfan are both superior to others!

——This person only refers to people other than Ms. Yukimuro.

Withdrawing his glance at Chinatsu Ishihara, Yukimurozawa lowered his eyes and stared at the food in front of him. The image of his majestic father in his heart was easily shattered by his sister. This may be a bit difficult for him to understand.

Yukimuro Yi also felt that his appearance was a bit funny. He was obviously older than himself but had been kept in the dark by his father's words. After all, what his father said was the truth, but a little bit missing the key.

She couldn't help but chuckle and said, "He actually has double standards. It's not like you don't know his temperament of favoring women over men."

"I know it's true, but what does this have to do with being able to draw normal people but only drawing stick figures?"

Yukimurozawa was speechless and picked up a green vegetable. It was sweet and crisp in the mouth and the heat was just right.

She narrowed her eyes with a satisfied smile. She didn't expect that Chinatsu Ishihara could grow so much in just a few days. She was indeed as talented as her sister said.

"Obviously, he doesn't paint people who have no characteristics. But although my mother has an outstanding appearance, she is not very distinctive. Isn't it a double standard that he would paint specifically for her?"

"..."

It seems to be true.

Yuki Murozawa felt a little more sympathetic. He still remembered his father's completely opposite attitudes toward himself and his sister. If he hadn't loved his sister the most, he might have entered into a doomed competition with her for favor.

"I've finished eating. If you continue, I'll go back to my room first."

"Wait..." Before he could catch his running away sister, Yukimurozawa silently thought of what his father had said when he was a child.

——Anorexic people will be spanked.

But my father always only talked about it. After all, no one in the family was anorexic at that time. The only sign of it was that Yuki Murosawa hated vegetables.

As for my sister...

His eyes dimmed for a moment. She was always the one who enjoyed the meal the most.

Chapter 3! PS: If you want to fight, you have to ask your brother-in-law to come, right? (laughing evilly)
Chapter completed!