Nightmare Attack

Pi Ruan held the painting respectfully in both hands, and looked at Jiang Cheng with a puzzled expression, "Doctor Jiang, are you trying to...find someone?"

Jiang Cheng nodded and replied: "Through your network, try to see if you can find these two women."

"Are they in Rongcheng?"

"I don't know," Jiang Cheng replied, "They may be in any city."

Pi Ruan pursed his lips and looked at several paintings carefully, "It's okay if it's nearby, but it's hard to do if it's in a very remote place."

He paused for a while, clamped the kraft paper bag with his arm, looked up at Jiang Cheng and continued to ask: "Are there any other clues? Such as identity, hobby, occupation or something."

Finding someone with just a sketch is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

"no."

Hearing that Pi Ruan's face became tangled.

"There is no specific," Jiang Cheng added, "but I have some guesses, you can use it as a reference."

Pi Ruan nodded hurriedly, "Please speak."

"The women in the first three paintings are probably between 18 and 23 years old. They are probably in college, majoring in science." Jiang Cheng leaned on the sofa, thinking, and using her memories to profile Chen Xiaomeng, "Her grades It will be better, but it will not be top-notch, and there will be no more exaggerated honors in the school newspaper or campus website."

"There will be more frequent leave and leave early, and the relationship with teachers and classmates is normal, and I am used to being alone."

"Also," Jiang Cheng looked at Pi Ruan, who remembered the quickness of carrying a small notebook, and said seriously: "She will not live in the public dormitory arranged by the school, and her name is not Chen."

The fat man thought carefully about what Jiang Cheng said, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he could actually understand a little bit.

"The second woman has relatively little information, and her age span is about 25 to 35. She has thick calluses on the tips of her fingers, and her finger micro-muscles are full and powerful. She should be a person who can play piano and other instruments proficiently, and she has a silent temperament. Don't like to show up."

Jiang Cheng paused, and continued: "She should rarely have experience performing on major occasions or concerts, and her career is relatively hidden."

"Find the direction to roughly locate a private tutor, or a piano tuner, and most likely will not have the surname Li."

Hearing that the fat guy here couldn't help but feel that he was the right person, relying on the doctor's brain, nightmare or nightmare teammates wanted to kill him, it was indeed a bit difficult.

He has already begun to seriously consider whether to add a hard dish to the doctor at night.

Having memorized a whole page, Pi Ruan, who was about to turn over, didn't have any special expression on his face, as if he had become accustomed to Jiang Cheng's performance.

He raised his head, looked at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Doctor Jiang, after finding them..."

"Nothing to do with you."

Pi Ruan didn't look dissatisfied. After putting the painting and the notebook into a kraft paper bag, he nodded and said, "I understand."

No more nonsense after speaking, turn around and leave.

Before leaving, he seemed to remember that there was another person in the room, so he turned around again, said hello to the fat man, and left.

When Pi Ruan completely disappeared from his field of vision, the fat man looked at Jiangcheng scattered on the sofa, and his eyes were filled with you, so great, why are you so great.

"Doctor," he licked his lips, "you are amazing!"

Jiang Cheng moved his somewhat stiff neck, held up the water glass, took a sip, and evenly spread the afternoon sun on the former's face.

The Fanghua at this moment actually moved the fat man a little.

For a moment, the fat man suddenly felt that he had seen through the burnout of the man in front of him.

He has disdain to pretend again.

Mysterious, noble, dreamlike...Even the messy hair on the forehead seems to have a soul, and yes, he is a beast roaring in the world, so how can he condescend to be here.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng said slowly.

The fat man was flattered, "Doctor, I'm here!"

"Don't say I'm great in the future, understand?"

Fatty's throat rolled uncontrollably, his heart was about to jump out, and the voice that broke into his ears was ethereal and cold, as if one more ear was blasphemy.

"After all, you haven't seen me in the presidential suite for the night." Jiang Cheng seemed to recall the tragic years, and said excitedly: "I am the only man who has turned into a regular job before the probation period is over, the top player in the high-end group. ! I used to be alone..."

Just when Jiang Cheng happily talked about how to double his turnover back then, the door suddenly opened, and Pi Ruan leaned in half of his body.

Fatty is amnesty.

"Why are you back?" Jiang Cheng seemed to be very dissatisfied with Pi Ruan's interruption.

"Doctor Jiang," Pi Ruan said with a smiling face, "I just saw Boss Lin's car outside, so I wanted to ask if she had been here?"

"no."

"Then don't bother," Pi Ruan retracted his head again, nodded and bowed: "You leave me alone, you...you continue."

Pi Ruan was wearing sunglasses, and the moment he stuck his head out, the fat man thought he had encountered a robber.

Jiang Cheng was so disturbed by Pi Ruan, as if he had lost interest. He tidied up his messy clothes, lay cross-legged on the sofa, muttering something quietly in his mouth.

The fat man didn't dare to stay for a long time, and when he had regained his life, he carried a basket and slipped away under the pretext of buying vegetables.

Jiang Cheng, who was left alone, first leaned on the sofa to rest for a while, and then fiddled with his phone as if bored. Instead of searching for those familiar Japanese girlfriends, he slowly opened the photo album.

Sort by time ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ to pull the most recent photos.

To be precise, it is four sketches.

He clicked on one of them. It was a very young woman with a Pisimian skirt dancing with the wind, and she was agile in her playfulness. She was a girl who at least looked very simple.

Jiang Cheng stretched out **** and slowly pulled the screen, zooming in and then zooming in on the photo until only one pair of eyes remained on the screen.

Across the screen, the two pairs of eyes look at each other.

The afternoon sun gradually receded, the light spots were no longer dazzling, and everything in the room darkened in silence.

......

"Buzz...buzz..."

"Buzz...buzz..."

One hand grabbed the phone, and the moment I opened it, there was a sound coming out, listening very anxiously: "Why didn't I go to the exam? Professor Sun's phone calls are coming to me!"

The girl lay flat on a huge bed, wrapped in a pure white fluffy quilt, with messy hair spread out on the pillow, like an octopus with teeth and claws.

The girl yawned and her eyes were so sleepy as if she was still in her dreams. She thought about it and said, "Uncle Gong, I'm sick."

"Stop this set, that's what you said last week!"

"I'm really sick this time," the girl said without embarrassment, and then coughed symbolically.

The man called Uncle Gong seemed to have nothing to do with the girl. He sighed and said: "It's alright, let's not take it as an example, let's talk about it next time..."

"Right," the girl interrupted the other person suddenly, and then sat up, "Uncle Gong, how did I ask you to do it?"

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