You can see the expression of genes and draw.

What is a bit surprising is that the despicable and weird body is wearing extremely gorgeous and noble clothes, yellow, and looks very strange, as if a whole piece of cloth is slackened and wrapped around it, with a style of religious sacrifice in India.

It’s not that simple when you look closely. The yellow is not ordinary yellow, the very special yellow color. At first glance, it looks very dirty and I don’t know which garbage dump escaped, but you can feel a sense of dignity after carefulness, which makes people think of the reasons why the ancient emperors pursued yellow.

At the same time, the clothes are not wrapped casually. If you look closely, every piece of stacking, pleating, and twisting of the seams seems to be carefully designed and finally made by the best designer. It looks cumbersome and does not affect the activity at all. It is completely tailor-made with the body.

The combination of tailoring, aesthetics, and color all highlights the despicable body.

However, the hem of such high-end clothes and the position of the rear elbow can be clearly seen with some wear marks, as if they were still stained with dust, as if they were rubbing in a narrow place.

What a familiar person.

It tastes so familiar.

What a strong smell of money.

Zhang Lingjun couldn't help but smile, and at the same time he tightened his skin and mind. His mind was rippling, and he carefully looked at this fate from heaven.

The fat boss next to him had already divided a large plate of cooked food from the prepared food.

The pile was like a hill, and the soup plate could not be held anymore. It was handed to the man in yellow, and it was shaking out from the edge with anxious movements.

A hint of disgust flashed across the ugly, weird but high-rise face of the man in yellow. He stretched out his hand in disgust. His two slender and slender fingers found a clean small slit in the soup, pinched it with his fingernails, and picked it up without any shaking.

Then the squeaking sound suddenly rang.

The man in yellow held the cat meat and crawled out of the wide sleeve, and climbed up the plate containing the meat, ate it with big mouthfuls. The cat meat was for them to eat.

The boss couldn't help but stop and was stunned for a moment.

Since I was stunned by the destination of the flesh.

I was also moved by the strength of looking at such a short man in yellow.

The portion of a dish is not much weight, but the nail pinchs the edge and picks it up. Although he doesn't understand physics, his experience tells him that this is not easy to do. He doesn't know how much strength he needs, but it must be small. At the same time, after holding the plate, the man rushed up two running mice and sat on the stool bench next to him. During the period, the soup did not shake at all, and his hands were terrible.

I was moved and praised a few words, but before I could speak, I was called by another guest.

Zhang Lingjun swallowed slightly and quickly suppressed his excited and ready-to-go.

As if he noticed Zhang Lingjun's gaze, the man in yellow turned around and looked over.

The black and white eyes had no luster at all, but Zhang Lingjun felt that those eyes seemed to be able to see through a certain reality and see his soul.

The little nose, which seemed to be stuck together by the mouth and was pushed in front of the mouth, gently twitched the beard next to it, and sniffed it.

It seems like I smelled something.

While grinning, bright red flesh shreds appeared in the gaps between the sharp and hideous teeth, which made people frightened. The next moment, my mouth pursed and opened, and disappeared. I don’t know if it was swept away by my tongue or I saw it wrong.

"The evil god is confused and the spiritual energy is confused."

I don’t know what it means, but the words I can’t understand make Zhang Lingjun’s smile become more and more friendly. He stretched out his hand and pointed at himself, “Are you talking to me?”

The man in yellow shook his head, not knowing whether it was a habit or a feeling, but he still denied something, and said to himself: "It's not you, the coarse embryo of the clay Bodhisattva, the highest god, the wise... the evil spirit is not right, the righteous spirit is not slanted, and it's not you, it's not you."

After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at the mouse on the plate obsessively, and gently stroked his fingers.

Seeing this, Zhang Lingjun shook his head, turned around and continued to drink pho, and at the same time, he used to taking out his cell phone from his pocket, @Old John: [The person was found.]

Old John: [Finished.]

Zhang Lingjun: [I mean I have found someone, come quickly.]

Old John: 【Come on】

Zhang Lingjun:【??】

Old John:【?】

Zhang Lingjun: [I mean the murderer we had previously guessed was the one whom the black guy helped draw. I happened to meet him when I came out for dinner.]

Old John: [Not...who did you look for? People were found, but here we are.]

Zhang Lingjun:【…】

Old John: [It will be thanks to you to find the murderer and arrest him this time.]

Zhang Lingjun:【…】

Old John: [Thanks to the camera at the entrance of the flagship supermarket you mentioned. We left you and came to see it. We didn’t expect it to be open, but we checked the surveillance time period and found out the identity of the murderer without much effort.]

Zhang Lingjun: [What are you sure is the murderer? If you just photograph the vehicle and Ruan Xing, you may not be able to determine the murderer at the same time. Don’t forget the appearance of the murderer we formed based on the reasoning results. What’s more important is that it can match the original clues of the reasoning.]

Old John: [Of course, it was not only the surveillance camera that captured the murderer and the body in the car, but the murderer's appearance was very similar to our portrait.]

John Old: [Photo]

After opening it, I saw the person in the photo leaning against the wall, fully displaying his short limbs, thick belly, back, big ears, pointed nose, ugly and hideous, just like shaping a mouse into a human, or as if he was finally shaping a mouse's soul.

It is indeed similar to the portrait as Old John said, and it also looks similar to the man in yellow he met.

Really...

Zhang Lingjun really couldn't figure out what kind of mood he was, disappointment, loss, and complexity?

Of course, what I can't understand even more is that a person with a strange appearance like the murderer, who is distorted and deformed, looks the same.

This is not a standard beauty that comes out of the medical beauty plastic surgery assembly line.

Is there a standard for being so ugly?

No... In addition to being ugly, there are also powers and perceptions that are different from ordinary people, combined with their own experiences. Can these be created through certain technologies and have some standardized production methods?

Zhang Lingjun couldn't help but look back, trying to see what was going on with this product, but he was lost. The man in yellow who was still feeding mice just now disappeared.

It seems like I've never been here.

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Chapter completed!