Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

"Now that we're here, let's go."

A bowl of wontons, served with roast duck.

I don't know where she got all these strange ways of eating.

My roommate couldn't help laughing, "Did you treat wontons as wine and roast duck as a snack?"

Jiang Jiang paused in his action of picking up the meat, then calmly picked up a piece of duck meat and put it into his mouth.

She replied, "My mouth always feels tasteless if I don't eat some meat."

My roommate grabbed a handful of green coriander and sprinkled it evenly into his bowl of steaming noodles.

Then, he carefully took out a copy of the latest newspaper published today from his arms, as if it was some precious treasure.

He gently unfolded the newspaper and read every line of it with focused eyes, completely immersed in it.

Jiang Jiang took a look and saw the location of the latest case reported in the most conspicuous place.

There has been no progress in the murderer's case.

Jiang Jiang withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to eat.

I went to the hospital to see Tan Shujue at the weekend.

Ever since Liang Na picked up Qi Dai, she has never appeared again.

Jiang Jiang didn't think Liang Na would give up her indiscriminate dissection plan.

My roommate went out to scout locations early in the morning, carrying a drawing board and a black backpack. He looked energetic and enthusiastic.

Latest news: A new body was found in the western suburbs!

The body had been dead for no more than twenty-four hours.

The fact that there are reports like this shows that the police have collected all the information.

He went to try his luck.

Just then, a voice came from the door: "Mr. Qiao, do you mind if I join you?"

It turned out to be Jiang Jiang, who was leaning against the door.

There was a determination in his eyes, as if he had been waiting here for a long time.

"I couldn't ask for more," he replied.

The bodies had been taken away long ago, leaving only an empty space with a conspicuous white line outlining an outline on the ground, as if to emphasize that something important had happened here.

Yellow tape is also placed around the lines, tightly surrounding the entire area to form a striking warning zone.

Cordons were set up all around, tightly blocking the scene, revealing a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.

This cordon is like an insurmountable barrier that keeps people out and makes people curious and speculate about the situation inside.

Jiang Jiang and Qiao Si stood in the distance, holding binoculars in their hands, trying to see the situation inside through the cordon.

However, the distance was too far and their vision was limited, so they could only see blurry images and some details.

Fortunately, the guard and Qiao Si knew each other.

They knew Qiao Si's character very well and knew that he would not do anything that crossed the line.

As a result, the two sides reached a tacit understanding, and the guards chose to turn a blind eye and tacitly allowed Qiao Si to observe within a certain range.

Qiao Si stood there quietly, adjusting the angle of the telescope in his hand from time to time. His eyes were focused and sharp, not missing any possible clues.

He knew that this opportunity was hard to come by and he had to make full use of this time to learn as much as possible about the situation on the scene.

Qiao Si skillfully set up the easel, gently spread a layer of white rice paper, and sharpened the pencil.

Start putting pen to paper.

His brushstrokes are light and heavy in order, as if each one contains endless wisdom and insight.

As time goes by, the situation at the crime scene gradually appears on the screen.

Qiao Si was fully absorbed in painting. He carefully added every detail and did not miss any clues that might affect the investigation of the case.

Jiang Jiang sat cross-legged on the side, playing with Qiao Si's telescope leisurely.

Her eyes sparkled with intelligence, and she already had her own unique thoughts and judgments in her mind.

One uses a brush to depict the scene, and the other uses his mind to infer the truth.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the two most outstanding people in the world.