The duke of the governor's family is leaving again

Chapter 129
Faced with doubts from the crowd, Chen Yuan knew that it was useless to explain, and their questions and ideas would just pop up endlessly.

She didn't have so much time to waste with them, so she had no choice but to catch the young man herself, "Village Chief, you also know what Sanbao looks like, so you can describe his appearance."

After being named, Village Chief Dong could only lead by example in front of many villagers called by him. He tried not to recall the tragic state of the corpse in the house, but racked his brains to recall Dong Sanbao's appearance when he was still alive.

"Sam Treasure is seven feet tall, with a lean but strong build. He and his mother Dong Liu's face are very similar. They both have a pair of hanging eyes, tiger eyebrows, a bulbous nose, and the lower lip is thicker than the upper lip..."

When the village chief came back to his senses, Chen Yuan also stopped writing.

She first drew a sketch of a human body, and then a sketch of a head from the collarbone up, "Village Chief, take a look, what else needs to be revised?"

Village head Dong leaned over and gasped in surprise, "It's very similar, but Sanbao's face is wider, and his features are more compact."

Chen Yuan wrote and revised again, Village Chief Dong's eyes widened in disbelief, and he felt that in the blink of an eye, the three treasures on the paper became more and more like real people.

"This...how can it be so similar?" Village Chief Dong's exclamation also aroused the curiosity of the villagers, and they gathered around to watch.

"It really seems like the Three Treasures are locked on this piece of paper!"

"Now I believe that Chen Yuzuo is here to help Xiyuan Village. With her paintings, ghost messengers will definitely not mistake anyone."

"Chen Yuzuo's painting skills are better than those of those painters who sell paintings in the county town. With such a good ability, it is a waste of money and a waste of talent. If I have this ability, I will be used for portraits of rich people. You can also make a lot of money."

"After all, not everyone is as smart as we are. Some people are so stupid that they hold gold and silver mountains. They are enough to be a gangster..."

Liu Yanchun looked at Chen Yuan with a playful smile.

Chen Yuan raised her eyebrows and gave him a helpless look, just as if she heard the whispers of those villagers.

"The painting of the Three Treasures is finished, who do you want to paint next for Chen Yuzuo?" Witnessing Chen Yuzuo's ability with his own eyes, Village Chief Dong seemed more active than before.

"I just drew the face of Sambo. I also want to improve his overall image. For example, do you remember whether there are any injuries or birthmarks on Sambo's body, or what special habits he has when he works, such as being a salesman?" He prefers to use the other side to carry the pole, is there a high or low shoulder?"

When Chen Yuan asked such a question, the villagers started thinking and recalling together.

"Not to mention, there is such a thing. When Sanbao was naughty, he climbed a tree to dig out honeycombs when he was a child. He was frightened by wasps and fell from the tree. At that time, his right hand was broken, and the bones in his upper elbow began to crack, tsk tsk tsk."

The villagers described also raised their arms, pointing to the position of the humerus.

"It's better to send him to the county bone-setting doctor Doctor Zhou Medical Center to heal him, not to mention that Doctor Zhou is good at craftsmanship. Although Sanbao grows up, he can't compare to us chopping firewood with a knife, but he can do other jobs."

"It still has an impact. His right arm was injured, so when Sambo carries a shoulder pole, he mostly uses his left shoulder more."

"exactly."

Chen Yuan marked on the human body sketch that the right humerus was broken and the left shoulder carried more weight, and asked, "Did the only arm that was injured in the fall be?"

A middle-aged man recalled, "I remember that Sambo fell down and tried to support the ground with his hands. Under the tree, there was an orange tree with sharp ears on the branches, and several holes were pierced in his body, but I don't remember exactly where. gone."

"By the way, a hole was pierced in the middle of Sambo's right palm, which happened to be in the Xuan Palace. After so many years, the hole has been closed long ago, but there is still a black and green mark. Sambo always said that it was his wealth mole. Sooner or later he He will get rich, I never thought that he would really get rich after being a salesman."

At the end, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh.

Chen Yuan also has a black and green mark on the palm of her right hand where Xuan Palace is marked.

She asked carefully, and the villagers knew what she asked. Later, she asked other members of Sanbao's family, and everyone knew how to answer without her asking.

So by noon, Chen Yuan had already drawn the faces of the six members of Sanbao's family.

The last thing is to paint the portrait of the sheep dealer.

Not everyone in the village has seen the sheep dealer.

Dong Cheng's daughter-in-law was the first to discover the murder scene, paralyzed by the bloody and horrific scenes inside, and lay at home for the past two days, unable to eat, having nightmares and sweating all over, Dong Cheng felt that his wife was a middle-aged man. In order to save his wife's life, he had to help Sanbao's family solve the case.

So he was very active at the moment, and his words also brought personal emotions, "The sheep dealer is seven feet tall. I know he is from Xiaxi Village. He doesn't work hard on the land. He idles around all day long. No woman is willing to marry at such an age." give him."

"He looks like a mouse-eye, lean and thin, with long hands and feet, which is convenient for him to sneak around and climb walls to steal incense and jade. He has small broom eyebrows. These eyebrows are destined to distinguish his brothers from north to south. Remind him It is impossible to torture the flesh and blood, but he obviously doesn't believe in reading, so he still killed people."

Chen Yuan tried her best to remove Dong Cheng's biased and superstitious remarks about looking at physiognomy, and carefully portrayed Feng Fu's eyebrows and eyes.

"He has a pair of horse eyes, wide skin and triangular eyes that are open, full of sorrow and tears in China and Japan. It's a pity that his face is thin and his skin is collapsed, and his wife and son are busy again. He has a high bulge in his life, Zhuantou, Lantai, Ting Wei is sunken, his nostrils are too big, this dog's nose should be a very loyal person, how did it grow on his face!"

Chen Yuan summed it up by drawing a pair of horse eyes with slightly triangular bulging eyes and wide eyelids.

Dog nose with high bridge, low tip and wings, and large nostrils.

"The ears of the mouse are high and the root is lost, even if you don't look good. The mouse steals the dog and never changes, and the last year is dilapidated and thrown into prison."

Chen Yuan blinked, and drew a mouse ear with a raised ear tip and a thin base.

"A quarrel is like a shipwreck, and Liang and Chun are connected with each other. Most people are beggars when they meet this quarrel, and it goes without saying that they will be poor all their lives."

Chen Yuan had already confirmed that Dong Cheng hated sheep dealers, but he still drew the mouth according to his description. The upper lip was like an overturned boat, and the corners of the mouth were blurred. Wide, mouth shaped like a shipwreck, lips the color of beef.

"What I said should be very detailed, Chen Yuzuo, do you look like you, show me." Dong Cheng stretched out his hand to read Chen Yuan's notebook.

Fearing that he would ruin the charcoal sketch, Chen Yuan hurriedly turned it over for him to see.

The villagers all looked up and said, "Like, it's really similar."

"This Feng Fu came to our village to kill people and exterminate the family. Let's see how he keeps running now."

"Can you also give his portrait to the Taoist priest? Please, these ghosts with a bull head and a horse face can hook his soul. This kind of person is a disaster even if he is alive!"

(End of this chapter)