shock!The five-year-old group pets the little phoenix and cries in the world of beasts

Chapter 36 The Murderer's Portrait
Gu Mengmeng shook her head and said, "No, he just hides in the crowd every time and looks at me from afar."

"Sometimes it was in the cafeteria, sometimes it was in the library, and sometimes it was on the playground, but when I was in school with him, I never had close contact with him once."

"I feel that he is more curious about me, wondering why I am still alive."

The murderer was convinced that he had killed Gu Mengmeng, so when he saw the real Gu Mengmeng, he couldn't help being curious.

Hearing this, Bai Yuanxi couldn't help feeling sad, her poor cute baby, why did she have to suffer this.

Gu Qingsong did not know where to take out a lot of bottles and jars, which contained all kinds of colorful medicines. He tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said to Gu Mengmeng.

"Mengmeng, we're going back to school now, I want that guy to know what real poison is!"

I want him to live but not die!This sentence resounded in Gu Qingsong's heart, but he didn't say it.

He was afraid that it would scare Mengmeng, which would affect the great image of the second brother in Mengmeng's heart.

[Gu Mengmeng: It's not that great. The image of my second brother in my heart has always been a simple one. 】

Gu Sen yelled at the back of Gu Qingsong's head, and said in a serious tone, "It's just nonsense! If you use poison on the murderer, what is the difference between you and the murderer?"

"I let you go to school, and you only learned to disregard human lives?"

"All we need to do is to find the murderer or provide clues to the Town Security Administration. As for how to deal with the murderer, that's what the sheriff should worry about!"

"If you are tired of living freely and want to spend the rest of your life in the prison, just pretend that I didn't say anything above."

"Anyway, I won't spend money to get you. It's too wasteful."

Gu Qingsong raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head, muttering in a low voice, "You can't just say hello?"

Gu Sen narrowed his eyes, "Are you a mosquito, talking so quietly?"

"What did you say just now, say it again out loud!"

Gu Qingsong subconsciously straightened his waist, and said, "Am I still afraid that you will fail?"

In the next second, Gu Qingsong said loudly, "Father taught me the right thing, but my son knows he was wrong!"

Gu Qingfeng let out a disdainful sneer, "You bastard."

Gu Qingsong cast a vicious look at him, and said in his heart, "What kind of a big brother are you, you only know how to make sarcastic remarks everywhere except going to the theater!"

Gu Sen is quite satisfied with Gu Qingsong's attitude of admitting mistakes, "Well, it's good to know that you're wrong, remember to think about it before you speak next time."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Gu Mengmeng, "Mengmeng, do you still remember that person's appearance? It would be best if you could draw it."

Gu Mengmeng replied immediately without thinking, "Of course I remember, can Dad get me a paper and a pen?"

Her memory is so good that she can't forget it, of course she can remember that person's appearance.

Gu Sen opened the drawer, took out a piece of A4 paper, and then took a fountain pen from the pen holder on the edge of the table, and handed the two things to Gu Mengmeng.

Gu Mengmeng took the pen and paper with both hands, and said softly, "Thank you, Dad."

The corner of Gu Sen's mouth turned up, and he couldn't help but raised his hand to rub Gu Mengmeng's little head.

Gu Mengmeng raised one hand to smooth out her messy hair, then lay down on the ground, laid the paper flat, and began to draw on it with a pen.

Gu Mengmeng's movements were too fast, before everyone could react, she was already lying on the ground.

Gu Qingsong hurriedly wanted to pull her, and at the same time said, "Oh, Mengmeng, get up quickly, the place is dirty!"

Gu Sen stopped him directly, "Shh, don't disturb Mengmeng's painting!"

Mr. Zhu stood behind Gu Mengmeng, staring straight at the A4 paper. The more he looked at him, the more surprised he was, and he was amazed at Gu Mengmeng's ability to draw.

Originally, he thought that even if the five-year-old Gu Mengmeng could really remember the murderer's face, she might not be able to draw it.

Taking a step back, even if it is really drawn, it may not necessarily be like it.

But after seeing Gu Mengmeng's painting with his own eyes, Mr. Zhu knew that he was wrong, very wrong, and outrageously wrong.

Gu Mengmeng didn't look alike in the painting, it was clearly too similar.

Every time she writes, it seems random, but in fact it is extremely precise, without the slightest mistake.

All the lines are connected together to outline the murderer's appearance, every line is perfect, and it is located where it should appear.

Gu Mengmeng even drew the murderer's eyes.

There was a puzzled expression in those narrow eyes.

After finishing the last stroke, Gu Mengmeng got up from the ground, still holding a fountain pen in her hand.

Everyone in the room leaned forward and looked around at the painting on the ground.

After everyone saw the painting clearly, the first thought in their minds was, isn't this too similar?

The murderer in the painting is lifelike, as if he will walk out of the painting in a second.

Bai Yuanxi hugged Gu Mengmeng excitedly, and kissed each of her cheeks, "Mengmeng baby, you are so amazing!"

Gu Qingfeng and Gu Qingsong also praised Mengmeng without hesitation.

"Mengmeng is awesome, and her drawing skills are top-notch!"

"Mengmeng is a super genius, super powerful!"

Gu Sen raised his head proudly, and said to Mr. Zhu, "Brother Zhu, how is it? My granddaughter's drawing skills are not bad, right?"

His face was full of pride, and his eyes said, "How about it, I have a genius granddaughter, don't you?"

For a moment, Mr. Zhu felt as if his heart had been pierced by ten thousand arrows.

Heartbroken old man!

It is true that it is murder.

It's not like you don't know that my granddaughter is dead, so what are you talking about with me?

So angry!
The smile on Mr. Zhu's face was stiff, and he spoke with a half-smile.

"Brother Gu was joking, this level is not bad, it is simply superb, it has already surpassed many painting teachers."

Gu Sen nodded rather stinkingly, "That's true, I think so too."

Mr. Zhu, "..."

Don't you want to turn over the chapter? We can't continue talking about this!
Fortunately, Gu Sen's rationality has not completely escaped. After a period of joy, he finally remembered the business.

"Now that we have the portrait of the murderer, it's almost time to find him."

Gu Sen bent down and picked up the painting on the ground, and handed it to Gu Qingfeng, "Qingfeng, take the painting, go back to school with Qingsong, go find your Uncle Zhou, and ask him to help you find him."

"Remember to look for it quietly, don't startle the snake."

Gu Qingsong interjected, "Dad, what about Mengmeng? Won't you go back to school with us?"

Gu Sen rolled his eyes at him angrily, "It's such a dangerous thing to find a murderer, what is Mengmeng doing?"

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(End of this chapter)