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Chapter 147 Clues
"Look, this is the portrait of the person I want you to help find." Zhang Jin put two A4 papers in front of Ah Zheng and Shabiao, "Have you ever seen the two people on the picture in prison? "

Shabiao and Ah Zheng looked closely at the two sketches and portraits, and then looked at each other.

Shabiao shook his head: "I have no impression, what do you think?"

Ah Zheng pondered: "I think...the painting is really ugly!"

A prisoner next to him suddenly pointed to one of the portraits, and said in surprise, "I remembered, no wonder I think this person looks familiar, this is Brother Biao!"

The idiot turned his head to look at the younger brother who was talking, and slapped the other person on the head angrily: "What the hell do you mean! You said I look like a monkey?"

"Boss, this is not a monkey!"

"what is that?"

"Judging from the shape of the head, it should be an orangutan."

"Fuck you, what's the difference between an orangutan and a monkey!" Silly Biao slapped the little boy on the head again.

"Boss, I didn't mention the orangutan." The younger brother said aggrievedly.

"Did you say that this portrait of me was just now! Did you say it! You said it! You said it!" Sha Biao slapped it four times in a row in bewilderment.

Zhang Jin held back Shabiao, "Stop hitting, just be serious, it's very important to me to find these two people, I ask you big brothers, please help me!"

Sha Biao said: "Hey, Ah Jin, it's not that I don't want to help you. If you draw this look, it's a monkey and an orangutan. Even gods can't help you!"

Ah Zheng suppressed a smile: "To be honest, if you didn't say it was a portrait, I would have thought it was a cartoon."

"Is it bad?" Zhang Jin put the two portraits in front of his eyes and took a closer look. It seemed that they were a little bad. There was no way, and he was not good at drawing, so it was already very good to be able to turn them into this.

Lu Jiayao suddenly said: "Ah Jin, why don't I help you draw, as long as you tell me the appearance characteristics and face shapes of the two people."

"Can you do it?" Ah Zheng doubted.

Lu Jiayao said confidently: "I can do it, Brother Zheng. Before I came here, I was doing art design in an advertising company, and my character sketch level was still the first in the class when I was in school."

Zhang Jin's eyes lit up, and he actually forgot about him. He didn't expect that A Yao, who had been cheating his teammates all the time, would come in handy at the critical moment!
He quickly took out the pen and handed it to the other party, then turned the A4 paper over and put it on the table.

"Ah Jin, tell me, I'll draw." Sitting on the bed, Lu Jiayao picked up a pen and said to Zhang Jin.

"The first person, around 30 years old, has a square face with high cheekbones and a scar on the tip of the right eyebrow..." Zhang Jin said while recalling carefully.

According to his description, Lu Jiayao quickly drew a prototype of a character's head on paper. With further description, the details of this character's head became more and more perfect.

"That's how you look like a human being." Ah Zheng nodded.

"Brother Zheng, you're out of cigarettes." Zhang Jin said quietly.

"No, my cigarettes are still here..." Ah Zheng suddenly realized, and quickly apologized, "I was joking just now, and your paintings are actually pretty good, so what, Impressionism, yes, absolute Impressionism!"

"Impressionism, why don't you call it Fauvism?" Sha Biao laughed.

It took about 15 minutes to draw a sketch of a not-so-complicated portrait of a character.

Lu Jiayao said to Zhang Jin: "Ah Jin, see if it looks like what you remember."

Zhang Jin nodded again and again: "That's right, it's like this, it's amazing, it's worthy of being a professional." He showed the painting to Ah Zheng and Sha Biao, "See if you recognize me, I'll ask Ah Yao to draw another one people."

Ah Zheng and Sha Biao took the new portrait and looked left and right. After a long while, they shook their heads and said they didn't recognize each other.

Shabiao passed the painting on to other prisoners, while he turned his attention to the second painting.

Just as the second painting was about to be finished, a prisoner suddenly exclaimed: "I know the person in this painting!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes were on him, and he was pushed to the table.

"Tell me, where did you meet?" Seeing that it was his little brother, Sha Biao asked without hesitation.

The younger brother said: "Boss, do you still remember that two years ago when we returned to the cell after work, we saw the prisoners in the West Prison rioting and fighting on the way? This person was the one who beat him the hardest. It’s because of Viagra that it’s so strong.”

Sha Biao recalled it carefully: "You said that, yes, that's right, I remembered, I remember that he seems to be a member of the Number Gang."

"No, boss, he offended someone from the Number Gang, and Aaron, the leader of the Number Gang, was transferred to our East Ward after a fight." The younger brother said.

"This Aaron has no friendship with me, so I can't ask." Sha Biao scratched his head with some difficulty.

Blind Snake suddenly said: "Let me ask. Aaron and I were brothers who learned boxing together back then. Although we joined different clubs, this friendship still exists. But Ah Jin, this time you get two packs of Hongwan to get it done."

"Let's not talk about two packs, there's no problem with two more packs!" Zhang Jin said.

As long as I can find someone, at worst, I will curse your mother a few more times!

Money is bastard!

After another ten minutes, Lu Jiayao finished the second portrait: "Ah Jin, do you look like it?"

"It's so fucking like, the wretched temperament is vivid on the paper!" Zhang Jin couldn't help but admire Lu Jiayao's art skills.

"I know this guy." Ah Zheng said, "Hey, Brother Chong, didn't he hang out with you before?"

Wei Chong, the leader of the Chaozhou gang in the prison, is also the guy from the hairline to the top of his head who sat on Ah Zheng's left when he sang for the first time in the plot.

He took the painting and looked at it twice: "Oh, this guy is a pimp who specializes in selling news. He came here two years ago to ask news for my boss. I don't know why he came in this time."

"What's his name?" Zhang Jin asked.

Wei Chong replied: "Everyone on the road calls him Guizi, because every time he sells a piece of news, one person will die."

A fierce fighter, a news broker, these two people are brought together, what will happen?
Judging from these news, I should be about to touch the tip of the iceberg of the prison's shady scene.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jin said to the blind snake: "Brother Snake, I'll buy a few packs of Hongwan when we eat later, and I'll trouble you for the rest."

"You're welcome. Friends should help each other. This matter is on me." Blind Snake patted his chest.

Zhang Jin thought to himself that a pack of Hongwan every month still worked.

This is when you have the strength to give others something is a gift, and others treat you as a friend.Giving others things when you have no strength is filial piety, and others will treat you as a winner.

"Ah Jin, what are you looking for with these two people? I think it's better for you to ignore the matter of Killer Xiong." Ah Zheng reminded.

"Brother Zheng, don't worry, I know what to do, and I have a measure." Zhang Jin smiled.

"I hope you can really tell the difference." Ah Zheng saw the perfunctory behind his smile at a glance, and shook his head helplessly.

(End of this chapter)