Chapter 457

At about nine o'clock, the portraitist arrived on time.

Unexpectedly, she was a woman in her thirties.

"Do you look at me wondering if I am my age or I am a woman," the portraitist sat down at the table. "Why do you think about the gender ratio of our art students?"

Cen Lian sat down awkwardly.

"My master has retired. He used to be quite famous, but he just disliked us disciples who are at the level of great trouble. If something goes wrong, don't say it's his disciples." The portrait master fiddled with the drawing board, "My name is Zhao Linna, If you have portraits in the future, just call me."

"Yang Gaolan is your senior brother?" Wang Yuanteng thought for a while, and finally remembered something, "Is it the one who painted the old lady as an old man?"

Zhao Linna nodded in a daze.

"No wonder it's a big trouble," Cen Lian suddenly felt a little empathetic to their master, "so your skills..."

He suddenly hesitated a little.

Zhao Linna laughed, "It should be better than him."

Cen Lian felt a little guilty about this word, but the portraitist was already scarce, so it was already good to find someone who was not alive.

Half an hour later, the witness Wang Yuanteng found yesterday finally arrived.

Cen Lian and Wang Yuanteng looked at the middle-aged brother's description from the left and right.

"The face is wide, very wide," the eldest brother gestured, "I remember there is no nose bridge, and my forehead is reflective."

This description sounds quite distinctive. Zhao Linna drew it very quickly, and soon after he finished speaking, she put a portrait in front of him.

"Is that true?" she asked.

The man looked left and right and put forward several revisions.

Zhao Linna deleted and modified it according to his statement, and finally handed a portrait to Cen Lian.

"It almost looks like this," the witness looked at the portrait and finally gave Zhao Linna a thumbs up, "That's what I see."

After the witness left, Zhao Linna added, "I painted the way he described it. If it doesn't match the real person, there is nothing I can do."

"Are you considered a disclaimer?" Cen Lian couldn't help asking.

"There is no way, I've been told too much," Zhao Linna spreads her hands. "In fact, it's very common for the appearance described in the testimony to be very different from the suspect's appearance."

Cen Lian can understand this. Not everyone can clearly remember what a stranger he saw many days or even a few months ago.

Wang Yuanteng took the portrait back to find Qu Zihan, while Cen Lian called Zhao Linna.

"I have an uncertain suspect here to draw," he handed her the sketch and marks he drew, "Please trouble you."

"You are not troublesome at all," Zhao Linna looked at the simple picture he drew. "You have learned some sketches at first glance, and you must have just met this person, and the outline and description are very clear."

Cen Lian nodded and admitted.

This time, Zhao Linna was very fast. In less than half an hour, she handed over a portrait with more details than just now to Cen Lian.

"According to your description and the outline you drew, I can guarantee that it is at least 80% similar." She started packing up her things after she said that, "I feel that there are still many opportunities to deal with your brigade in the future. Please leave a contact information."

Cen Lian thought about it and felt that there were probably a lot of people who needed to find a portraitist in the future, so he added WeChat with Zhao Linna.

After she left, Cen Lian looked at the portrait in his hand.

It is indeed very similar to the middle-aged woman he saw when he felt the same way.

The artist's skills are indeed pretty good.

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