Dice has to give me spoilers for the plot of Ke Xue

When returning from the shop, Riya stopped halfway to buy some necessary tools based on the information found on the Internet.

In general criminal cases, there are often cases where there are witnesses, but the criminal suspect has no criminal record photos. In this case, simulated portraits are a very practical means of criminal investigation.

— just right for her present situation.

In fact, there should be more professional software on the police side, such as a computer portrait composition system.But to use it, you have to apply and explain the reason, and you may not be able to restore the face she saw.

The most important thing is that even if he is arrested now, it is not enough to put the bomber in prison. If he can be caught at the scene where he committed the crime again...

So she has decided to go the other way, in a less formal but faster and less restrained way.

Thinking about walking through the shopping street, Riya felt something out of the corner of his eye, and when he looked back, he found that it was a pharmacy.

She paused for a moment, her expression faintly revealing a bit of entanglement.

A few minutes later, in the sweet farewell sound of the clerk, she calmly settled the bill and threw the plaster into the shopping bag of the store.

It was nearly nine o'clock when I returned to the apartment.

Stepping out of the elevator, Riya paused for a second as she subconsciously wanted to go to her home—the door next door was not fully closed.

A warm yellow light is randomly spilling from the door, extending a long line of light and shadow on the ground.

I said before that I don't need to wait for her, so I probably didn't open it on purpose; then, did I forget to close the door carelessly, but this doesn't seem like something Matsuda Jinpei would do?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help feeling a little worried, and took a few steps over there.

However, before opening the door to check the situation, it seemed that they noticed the noise in the corridor, and the door was pushed open from the inside first.

"Riya, are you back?"

Seemingly without thinking, she was pulled into a embrace that was still slightly steamy.

When she was let go, she still couldn't come back to her senses: "Thank you... But if you've been waiting for me all this time, aren't you too tired..."

"Why do you think so?" The curly-haired youth raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he felt offended, "Seeing you come back, I can only feel at ease."

"Ah...that's it." Not knowing how to respond, she blinked blankly.

Eyes drooping slightly, Matsuda Jinpei quickly noticed the shopping bag in her hand, and immediately "tsk" in displeasure: "That guy Jianggu, why don't you go to the convenience store to buy supper?"

Well, now it looks like they really haven't had a "kind regards" with their fists in a long time.

"No, dinner is for Mr. Jiang Gu."

Now that he was noticed, although he was sure he would not ask, Riya still thought for a second or two, then slowly took out the medicine box and showed him.

There were too many parts that she needed to be careful to conceal, which made her unconsciously try to make up for it, and wanted to be more honest about the usual trivial matters.

And the painting tools underneath are what needs to be covered up the most. Compared with this, a little bit of embarrassment is acceptable.

"Patch for pain relief?" In a puzzled tone.

Although she had decided to use this to divert the other party's attention, she suddenly regretted it when she nodded.

"Did you hurt your wrist when you shot yesterday? I didn't notice it all the time. I knew..." Matsuda Jinpei suddenly realized the problem, and he couldn't help but pause, "This afternoon... ...There was no problem at first, right?"

If there was any discomfort at the beginning, he could definitely have noticed it immediately... instead of letting the other party take the initiative to help.

Liya suddenly realized that this seemed a bit shameful beyond imagination.

She opened her mouth several times, but in the end she could only forcefully squeeze out an "um" as an answer.

"..." The air suddenly fell into a brief silence.

"cough."

Matsuda Jinpei coughed in embarrassment as he calmed down his unspeakably complicated emotions, and lightly rubbed his fingertips against the delicate skin on the inner side of his wrist: "Sorry, I should have paid more attention to your feelings."

"It's ok……"

It wasn't his fault in the first place. On the contrary, it was because he cared too much about her feelings that he spent too much time giving gentle consolation...and gave her enough time to refuse.

The sudden phone call was more of an excuse than an inappropriate one.

What's more, it wasn't that serious, it was just a slight soreness in the wrist.If she hadn't miscalculated the weight of the drink while eating, and was unprepared for a moment, this discomfort could be completely concealed without a trace.

After pondering for a few seconds, the curly-haired young man exerted a slight force on his arm and led her into the door. After searching for a while in the medicine box under the sofa, he found a simple medicine box.

Noticing her puzzled gaze, he explained: "Practicing boxing can sometimes cause injuries. I have my usual medicine, and this one is milder."

While talking, Matsuda Jinpei raised her right wrist a little, and with ease and familiarity, she tore open the package with one hand, carefully wrapped the patch along the wrist bone, and smoothed the corners carefully.

"That's fine, I'll take it off tomorrow morning," he said patiently after looking at the eye medicine box, "If you still feel uncomfortable tomorrow night, then continue to take the medicine."

"It's not that exaggerated. I think I can recover tomorrow." Riya moved his wrist lightly in his palm, and Riya could already feel the effect of the medicine bag inside the medicine patch gradually heating up.

...It is really gentle and works quickly.

Looking up at the calm side face of the curly-haired youth, she was suddenly at a loss.

It seems too polite to say some words of thanks at this moment.

"Are you going back?" Sensing the nervous gaze, it was Matsuda Jinpei who spoke first, "That's right, I've worked hard today, so I should rest earlier."

With such an innocent appearance, Riya could no longer bear the surge of uneasiness, and almost blurted out the words after struggling for a while: "I'm sorry."

"For what?" Tilting his head slightly, the curly-haired youth looked almost bewildered.

"For the matter of the afternoon..." Maybe the other party's attitude was too tolerant, and it was actually easier than she imagined to say it out, "I just need a little more time."

Under her unblinking gaze, Matsuda Jinpei smiled helplessly.

Leaning over to hug her gently, and bowing his head slightly, he could feel the other's pulse speeding up unconsciously, and he couldn't help but sighed for a moment: "Do I seem to be unable to bear even this little time?"

"You can say yes when you're ready, there's no need to force yourself, and there's no need to apologize for it."

Before the other party responded, Matsuda Jinpei ended the topic with a rare and strong attitude, and came to a conclusion beyond doubt.

"Riya, even if you're a little bit more willful... I'll accept it all."

Somewhere in Tokyo.

"... Anya?"

Seeing the caller number, after a moment of surprise, Belmode subconsciously glanced at the wall clock, and murmured in a low voice: "At this time, is the nightlife over or has it never started?"

Neither seemed to satisfy her.

However, after hearing the other party's request, this joking thought turned into an unexpected question: "...Are you sure?"

"determine."

"I think you should have a safe house like this." Holding the mobile phone in his left hand, Riya raised his eyes and stared at the looming moonlight, pretending to be indifferent, "far away from the city center, quiet and safe, it is best to connect to the organization Net, I want to use the organization's artificial intelligence."

As a member of the intelligence team, even if one puts aside the glamorous cover-up, there are many Belmodes in such places.

However, the most important thing is that Ania, who has never been involved in the specific affairs of the organization, has almost completely avoided contact with the organization since a year ago. Why did she suddenly want to use the power of the organization this time.

But saying these words on the phone would inevitably have a hint of questioning, Belmode pondered for a few seconds, and responded with a low smile.

"As you wish, dear, when will you use it?"

"It's fine this Saturday." Liya picked out the fastest time to get out.

Thinking about the location that meets the requirements in her mind, the female star suppressed her faint worries and calmly agreed: "I will tell you the location by email before Friday, remember to check it."

"Thanks for your help, Belmode."

After finishing the call, Riya closed the window, returned to the desk, and stared blankly at the sketch tool.

This is the easiest and fastest painting tool to use, not to mention that she is completely ignorant of all painting skills, so simple ones can maximize the effect of compulsory skills.

After fixing the paper, she moved her wrist slightly, feeling that under the comfort of the warm steam medicine patch, the previous discomfort had been reduced a lot.

At least it was enough to support her to hold the pen steadily.

Slightly closing his eyes and then opening them again, a transparent panel appeared in the air. Looking carefully at the panicked face of the last part of the four squares, the man in the middle - the bomber, Riya took a light breath.

【I want to realistically draw this person's face on paper】The idea was firmly formed in my mind.

As if sensing her intentions, the dice that had been floating quietly began to move in an instant.

Then at the next moment, following the thoughts of the mind, throwing it high——

[27/20]

[Painting skill check failed.Despite the strong emotions, it doesn't make up for your mundane, never-learned drawing techniques.Facing a blank drawing paper, even with a clear reference, you still feel helpless to start from scratch. 】

[Use the trait "Turn misfortune into blessing"]

The dice dropped again, and under her nervous gaze, it finally stopped at a value.

[46/51]

[The extra lucky check is successful, and the trait activates. 】

[Hostiles and hatred have increased your inspiration, the goddess of art was finally moved by the heart of revenge reluctantly, and you were temporarily given the superb skills that doubled.But the paintbrush will not be able to stop on its own until it achieves its purpose. 】

Relieved, Riya couldn't help but smile slightly.

After the cold sound of the dice dissipated, she clenched the pen uncontrollably, as if her hand had given birth to its own consciousness, and spontaneously left the first mark on the white paper.

Then came the second stroke, and the third stroke... the speed became faster and smoother, as if being urged by an inspired artist all the time, completely skipping the process of human thinking, and just continued to describe firmly and hurriedly.

Until the final satisfactory work is completed, he is willing to stop.