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Chapter 242: Drawing Shapes and Shadows with Amazing Skills(2/3)

Otherwise, there is no need to go to such trouble.

Zhongqin and Qi Youlu were stunned.

The portrait on the paper is so vivid that it is the temptress who just escaped!

Simply amazing!

Even Jia She was stunned.

Of course he knew that Xichun could draw, but he had no idea that Jia Cong could use charcoal to draw portraits.

It's just that this is not the time to ask in detail, so I have to press down my doubts first.

Qi Youlu finally came to his senses: "Yes, that's what he looks like!"

"That's good." Jia Cong smiled and drew another face on the paper.

There are only two or three similarities between this face and the cook's eyebrows.

She has a very beautiful face, her eyebrows extend into her temples, and her eyes are sinister. She is about twenty-five or six years old.

Jia Cong did not forget to replace the earrings.

"I estimate that the enchantress just now should look like this."

"Uncle Wei, let me describe it and send it to the sea to capture the documents."

Wei Yuanshan was completely in disbelief.

What is the method of finding another face from one face?

Zhongqin reached out and took the portrait, bowed his head and said nothing.

Jia She said: "Old Wei, listen to Cong'er!"

His precious son's intuition is like a wild beast, extremely sensitive, and he has long been convinced of it.

Wei Yuanshan asked: "Where is the name? What should you write?"

Qi Youlu said: "Uncle Wei, just write about the Holy Mother of Burning Incense!"

Regardless of whether it is true or not, he plans to put this pitch-black pot on the head of the Holy Mother of Incense Sect!

Only then did Zhongqin come to his senses.

She said in a deep voice: "Cong'er, please draw another portrait for Uncle Six."

"No problem." Jia Cong immediately drew another portrait for Zhongqin.

Zhongqin collected the portraits and did not greet Shang Jiashe and his party.

Leave only one sentence:

"Hou Enhou, I'm waiting for you in Shandong!"

He quickly darted out of Dali Temple, as if someone was chasing him behind him!

Jia Cong asked curiously: "Dad, how come Uncle Six runs so fast?"

"Also, what are you doing in Shandong?"

Jia She smiled: "We'll talk about it when we get back."

Wei Yuanshan asked cautiously: "Then do you want to open your head?"

Jia Cong chuckled: "Uncle Wei, if you are really scared, there is no need to open it."

"However, I still have the responsibility to remind uncle."

"There is a murder weapon hidden inside the skull."

Wei Yuanshan still hesitated.

After a while, he asked: "How about we ask these people to open their heads and let's go to the Hanlin Academy to have a look?"

He hadn't had time to check on the murder that happened this morning.

Jia Cong knew that he was afraid of the bloody craniotomy scene.

He smiled and said: "Okay, let's go and have a look."

Of course, the Hanlin in the Hanlin Academy cannot be the same as Zhen Chang.

The body was placed on the ground for people to view.

The mourning hall has been set up in the mansion long ago, with flags hung and the funeral started.

I saw Wei Yuanshan and Jia She, Jia Cong and Qi Youlu arriving together.

The frowning Yang Haoran stepped forward and said: "Master Wei, Enhou, Cong'er, Youlu, you are also here..."

Those who are not members of the Imperial Academy are not allowed to join the cabinet, so one can imagine its importance.

Two people died this time, no wonder he, the master of the academy, was so worried.

After Jia She and others offered incense.

Hanlin's family members brought Wei Yuanshan, Jia She and others into the side hall to serve tea.

Yang Haoran waited for his family members to leave, and then asked: "Master Wei, does he have any clues?"

Wei Yuanshan just looked at Jia Cong.

Yang Haoran asked curiously: "Master Wei, what are you looking at Cong'er for?"

Wei Yuanshan said: "There are indeed some clues that were discovered by Cong'er himself. Of course we have to look at him."

Then he told Yang Haoran what happened in Dali Temple just now.

The more Yang Haoran listened, the more surprised he became: "Cong'er, do you still have this skill?"

Jia Cong laughed and said: "Uncle, it's just a small skill, not worth a cent."

"However, I want to open the coffin and see the body. Is it possible?"

Yang Haoran said: "I'll ask."

He came back and said: "It's okay to open the coffin for inspection, but you can't use the coffin for inspection."

Jia Cong smiled: "I will check it myself, no need to do anything."

Yang Haoran was startled, and black lines suddenly appeared on his head.

"Enhou, this child is going to heaven, and you don't care about it?"

Jia She spread his hands and said: "The saint can't control him, how can I control him?"

For a while, the Hanlin family removed all the servants from the mourning hall.

Jia Cong and others have just passed by.

When I saw the corpse in the coffin, its face looked as if it were alive and there was no sign of pain.

Jia Cong said softly.

"Xiao Fuzi, light the lamp."

The light in the mourning hall was never very good, so he asked Zheng Duofu to light the angry wind lantern.

Sure enough, I still found blood scabs in the same place.

Jia Cong gently pinched the body's hand and foot joints.

There is something strange about the tentacles, and the brow is slightly wrinkled.

"Brother Youlu, come and take a look."

Qi Youlu also pinched his joints and his face darkened.

Just when I was about to speak, I was stopped by Jia Cong’s eyes.

"Xiao Fuzi, that's it."

Zheng Duofu placed the body, put on his official hat, and then closed the coffin lid.

Yang Haoran asked: "Surely it was the same person who did it?"

Jia Cong nodded: "Yes."

He did not tell Yang Haoran or Hanlin's family what he had just discovered.

Wei Yuanshan said to the accompanying family members: "The sea arrest documents will be issued soon, and Prince Zhongqin will go to catch the real culprit in person."

"There should be news back soon."

"My condolences, everyone."

Jia Cong and the others washed their hands and left.

Wei Yuanshan cupped his hands repeatedly with a smile on his face: "Thank you so much for this time, Enhou, Cong'er and Youlu..."

Jia She punched him lightly.

"Strengthen your precautions in the prison that day. If you act like a sieve again, let's replace it with someone else, Minister of Dali Temple!"
To be continued...
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