Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 121: Seeing the scene of Lu Zhishen's parents
I've had breakfast.

Su Miaoyi was sitting at her workstation.

I got up too early, and I'm a little sleepy after eating.

My head was also a bit fogged up by sleepiness.

She leaned back in her chair, staring blankly ahead, somewhat lost in thought.

After a while, Chu Xingrou passed by her workstation.

She looked at her.

Chu Xingrou wore her police uniform today.

A few minutes later, Chu Xingrou passed by again.

After a while, she ran over again.

Then he ran back.

The back-and-forth had completely dispelled Su Miaoyi's drowsiness.

"Sister Miaomiao, do you have a pen?" Chu Xingrou stood next to her.

Su Miaoyi handed her a pen.

Chu Xingrou hesitated for a moment, wrote a few words, and handed the pen to her.

Su Miaoyi didn't ask what she was busy with, but kept looking at her police uniform, and then said, "It looks good."

"What?" Chu Xingrou asked.

"I said you're beautiful." Su Miaoyi raised her hand and touched her chin.

Chu Xingrou smiled and said, "I also feel great today. I'm going to get busy now, Sister Miaomiao."

Su Miaoyi smiled and nodded.

Chu Xingrou left with a pile of materials in her hand.

Su Miaoyi stared at her police uniform until she could no longer see her before she looked away.

Then she rested her chin on her hand, silently tapping the table with her other hand, sorting through Huang Haoxu's case in her mind.

As she was thinking, the finger that was tapping the table suddenly stopped moving, and she saw the scene of the crime again.

After a while, she coughed, patted her chest to calm herself down, and then hurriedly got up and walked towards Lu Zhishen's portrait room.

Halfway through her walk, she suddenly stopped.

After standing there for two seconds, he turned around and walked towards Zhuang Yanzheng's office.

Knock on the door and go in.

Zhuang Yanzheng was working when he looked up at her and said, "Knowing I don't have time, you came to help me write a self-criticism."

Su Miaoyi walked towards the desk.

Zhuang Yanzheng glanced at her again, his expression turning serious: "What did you see?"

"Hmm." Su Miaoyi pulled out a chair and sat down. "I think I saw the scene of Lu Zhishen's parents being killed."

Zhuang Yanzheng's pupils contracted: "Are you sure?"

Su Miaoyi frowned slightly: "When I was in Jiangcheng, I saw a photo of Lu Zhishen's parents in his villa, and I also have an impression of the layout and decoration of his villa. I should have seen it from his mother's perspective."

"I saw the murderer push his father out of the study window and then hang his mother in the study."

Zhuang Yanzheng paused for a moment.

This does, to some extent, align with the autopsy results of Lu Zhishen's parents.

"Have you seen the murderer?" Zhuang Yanzheng asked.

Su Miaoyi nodded: "I saw it. I was just looking for Lu Zhishen when I suddenly remembered that the room layout and the man who was pushed downstairs seemed to be Lu Zhishen's study and his father, so I came to find you first."

Zhuang Yanzheng rubbed the pen in his hand.

"Is Lu Zhishen alright?" Su Miaoyi asked with some concern.

This incident was extremely traumatic for him.

“Then he needs to know too.” Zhuang Yanzheng put down his pen, stood up and said, “Let’s go together.”

Su Miaoyi got up and followed him outside.

The two went to the portrait studio together.

Lu Zhishen is organizing his drawings.

He turned his head and saw the two of them, asking, "Is there a case?"

Su Miaoyi nodded.

Lu Zhishen put down the sketch in his hand, took a piece of drawing paper from the side, took out a pen from his pocket, walked to the sofa and sat down, then looked at Zhuang Yanzheng: "Have you finished writing your self-criticism?"

Zhuang Yanzheng: "."

"Since you seem to have a lot of free time, I'm thinking of having you write one for me." Zhuang Yanzheng sat down next to him.

Lu Zhishen glanced at him indifferently.

"You're already dreaming before it's even dark," Lu Zhishen said. "I can draw a portrait of you of Director Meng kicking you two years ago." Zhuang Yanzheng: "."

Zhuang Yanzheng's face darkened.

Su Miaoyi glanced at Zhuang Yanzheng.

Lu Zhishen said, "Alright, go ahead and speak."

Su Miaoyi described the murderer's appearance.

First describe the height and build, then describe the appearance.

Face shape, chin, mouth, philtrum, nose, eyes
As Lu Zhishen was drawing, his brush suddenly stopped, and he looked up at Su Miaoyi.

His breathing became rapid, and his eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He looked at Su Miaoyi, as if trying to confirm his answer with her.

Su Miaoyi and he stared at each other, neither of them speaking for a moment.

He saw the murderer back then.

He just can't draw it.

Su Miaoyi had a thought that he would figure out who the murderer was as he drew.

Lu Zhishen's hands were trembling.

Zhuang Yanzheng grasped his forearm and steadied his hand.

Lu Zhishen suddenly turned his head to look at him.

Zhuang Yanzheng said, "We can only find the murderer after the painting is finished."

Lu Zhishen's breathing became more rapid.

He can neither draw it nor describe it.

He asked his teacher to help draw a portrait, but he couldn't describe it.

He has painted countless portraits.

I've lost count of how many times I've listened to people's descriptions and gradually guided them to describe their own.

But he couldn't draw it or describe it himself.

"It's almost there," Zhuang Yanzheng said.

Su Miaoyi noticed the beads of sweat sliding down Lu Zhishen's temples.

"What did you see?" Lu Zhishen asked her.

Su Miaoyi opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Lu Zhishen immediately added, "Let's talk about the murderer's appearance first."

Only half of the eyes, eyebrows, forehead, and ears remain.

However, the progress was much slower, and many revisions were made.

Zhuang Yanzheng sat quietly to the side.

Su Miaoyi wasn't in a hurry and patiently revised the document with Lu Zhishen many times.

Lu Zhishen's palms were constantly sweating, and he wiped them away several times.

After the portrait was drawn, Zhuang Yanzheng first used it to match the data in the Jinghai City system, and at the same time contacted Kang Ting of the Jiangcheng City Bureau.

In the studio.

Lu Zhishen put down his paintbrush and wiped his fingers with a tissue.

Su Miaoyi was sitting opposite him.

Lu Zhishen asked the same question again: "What did you see?"

Su Miaoyi did not speak.

Bringing up this kind of thing is just reopening old wounds.

“I was in my bedroom when the murderer suddenly broke in, dragged me toward the bathroom, and while I was struggling and shouting, he turned on the tap, fed me a few pills, and forced me to swallow them.”

Lu Zhishen thought about what happened back then. He had struggled with all his might, constantly calling out for his parents.

But the man was too strong; he had no chance to fight back or even break free.

"When the water in the bathtub was almost full, the murderer pushed me into the bathtub. Before I lost consciousness, I saw his face. When I woke up again, I was in the hospital."

Su Miaoyi looked at him.

“And it was two days later. That night, the nanny heard a noise upstairs, came up and pulled me out of the bathtub and took me to the hospital.” Lu Zhishen was very depressed and kept his head down. “I only found out after I woke up that my parents were gone.”

"The autopsy results showed that my father committed suicide by jumping off a building and my mother committed suicide by hanging."

Su Miaoyi frowned.

How can this be.

“I was thirteen years old at the time. They found traces of sleeping pills in my body. They said my mother gave me sleeping pills, then drowned me in the bathtub, and then committed suicide.”

"I found half a bottle of sleeping pills at home, with my mother's fingerprints on it."

“I said I saw the murderer, but they said it was the effect of sleeping pills, a hallucination I saw before I died.”