Dong Yi stared at his face in the rearview mirror and murmured: "Start image creation!"

In an instant, Dong Yi's facial muscles became burning!

He stared at himself in the mirror, and his whole face automatically twisted.

The cheeks, eyebrows, eye sockets, lips, nose bridge, and nose tips are like mud pinching.

For a moment, Dong Yi felt that his face was pinching his flesh and pulling it hard, causing abnormal pain.

Until it lasted for about ten minutes, his face turned into another face.

It was a face with a little baby fat, slightly green, with a high nose bridge, double eyelids, and a touch of playful upturn on the red lips. It was a beautiful mixed-race girl.

This is the face of the female deceased. Dong Yi carefully observed the reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but sigh: "A pretty good foreign girl, it's a pity that she was tortured to death by someone like this. She is really a beauty who is desperate!"

At this moment, Dong Yi's face turned into a playful and cute girl's face under the transformation of the system, but it was still different from the deceased. First of all, the girl's hair was brown and her eyes were brown.

This system cannot be changed, but it doesn't matter. The deceased has already made it look like it. Dong Yi is not confused about these subtle differences, but intends to do what he should do.

In a photo studio on the streets of Hong Kong Island...

At this time, a couple were taking wedding photos.

The photographer devoted himself to the camera and pointed the two newcomers: "Okay! Just like that, keep it, smile a little, right! One, two, three..."

Before he finished speaking, a male voice suddenly came from behind: "Boss, I want to take a picture!"

The photographer was unhappy and continued to hold the camera and point the newlyweds in front of him, responding casually: "I haven't seen me busy later!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I found that the couple in front of me were a little bit wrong with their expressions.

The two of them slowly curled their smiles and their eyes slowly opened wide. Then the couple looked at each other with an incredible look on their faces.

The photographer put down the camera in his hand and was dissatisfied: "Two, what are your expressions? Can you be happier? No matter how I look at it, why do you think you don't seem to be taking wedding photos, but you're like hell!"

The groom gulped, swallowed his saliva and pointed behind the photographer, stuttering: "Boss, you... you... behind you..."

Hearing the words, the photographer frowned and scratched his head, wondering: "Behind me? What's wrong with me?" As he said that, he turned his head to look, and a scream rang out!

"Damn it!

Where did this monster come out?

Shemale!"

At this moment, the photographer saw a person behind him, with a well-proportioned muscle, and the man was wearing short-sleeved shirts, and his whole body was masculine, but he was wearing a beautiful and playful face.

The degree of inconsistency was so scared that he staggered and sat on the ground without steady footing.

It seems that the person curled his lips impatiently and shouted loudly: "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen a pretty boy?

A bunch of fussy things, I'm in a hurry. Do you want to take pictures? If you don't take pictures, I'll go to the next house if you don't take pictures!"

And the couple swallowed when they heard this, and the bride said, "How about this, this lady... no, this gentleman, you take it first. We have many sets of photos to take, you can do it first!"

"Then I'm not polite!" Dong Yi came to the background wall, and the newlyweds stood aside.

Seeing this, the photographer hurriedly got up from the ground, looked at the strange man in front of him, and asked carefully: "Sir, how do you want to take pictures?"

"Do you have a quick imaging camera?"

"Yes! But I don't recommend using this kind of camera, the effect is not very good!"

"It doesn't affect my appearance and I'm not sure if I'm photographed!"

"That won't be, but the clarity is not as good as the camera!"

"It's okay, as long as people can clearly identify it!"

Immediately at Dong Yi's request, the cameraman used a quick imaging camera and pointed it at Dong Yi and asked: "How to take it!"

"Disclaimer photos! Only take pictures of your head, not your body!"

"Okay, blue bottom, red bottom?"

Dong Yi was impatient: "This background wall is good, it's all!"

Then, at the request of the cameraman, Dong Yi straightened his back and looked straight into the camera.

"Okay, that's it, three, two, one!"

With a click, a white light flashed, and a portrait shot spit out from the bottom of the camera.

A moment later, Dong Yi took the photo from the cameraman and looked at it with good clarity, which completely presented the true face of the deceased.

So I checked out and left this photo studio and went to another one.

After all, if someone sees him, he can change his face at will, he must be caught as a monster.

Immediately afterwards, Dong Yi returned to the car, and with the assistance of the system, he imitated the face of the male deceased and drove to find another photo studio. This time, he did not attract the attention of others.

After a while, Dong Yi drove to a square on a commercial street with two photos of the deceased in his hand and began to look for some street artists.

Look again, in the crowded square, each person was setting up a stall and sitting on a small stool. The man was wearing a pair of glasses and hand-painted paintings were placed beside him.

This man is a painter who specializes in drawing portraits for people on the streets to make a living, just when he is bored and waits for the rabbit.

One person came to him and patted his shoulder.

The painter subconsciously looked up at the person beside him, stroked his glasses and asked, "Sir, is there anything wrong?

Do you need me to give you a portrait?"

Dong Yi nodded, squatted down, took out two photos and handed them over.

Seeing this, the man took it and instantly understood what Dong Yi meant: "Sir, do you want me to draw the two people in this photo?"

"Yes, but you need to modify it in some places!"

“How to modify it?”

"I see that you are all sketches, I wonder if you will paint it!"

The painter nodded quickly when he heard this: "It's OK, but painting is more expensive than sketching!"

"Okay! But I want you to change the color of the hair of these two people to brown, and the eyes, and the color of the skin to make the color of the white people!"

"It's easy. Just master the color when painting. Are there any requirements?"

"Yes, I don't need any artistic processing, and I will restore the photos 100%!"

The painter nodded: "Don't worry, but painting takes more time than sketching!"

"It's okay, I can wait for you here!"

Then the painter brought a small stool next to him specially prepared for customers, and asked Dong Yi to sit down, and then began to carefully depict the two photos.

In this way, Dong Yi sat quietly, and the painter carefully described it, and the two became a corner of the ordinary streets of the city and the picture of people's life.

In the noisy streets, Dong Yi is surrounded by busy figures who are busy with life.

A pair of feet, hurriedly slid past the two of them, familiar shouts and hawking, and the car whistled.

The two were unmoved, one was painting seriously and the other was watching seriously.

Finally, after nearly four hours of waiting, two vivid painted portraits appeared before Dong Yi's eyes.

Dong Yi held two paintings in his hand, nodded, and couldn't help but exclaim: "It looks, it really looks!"

"Sir, you can go to a cafe or somewhere, why do you have to wait with me in the sun!" The painter was puzzled.

"There is no way, human life is at stake, no carelessness!"
Chapter completed!