The 10,000th Rebirth

The street performer breathed a sigh of relief, and he hesitated for a while before saying, "I really don't know that person, I just know that face.

A few days ago, I saw how that man was dressed, and I knew that he was very rich, and not just ordinary rich. He should be a fat sheep.

So I tried to steal his wallet, but he caught me. He grabbed my wrist. I panicked and tried hard to get free.

But he knocked me to the ground with one punch, and I didn't get up for a long time.

He told me not to let him see me again or he would break my hand next time. "

With a horrified expression on his face, the street artist took a breath and continued, "His punch almost knocked me out. I didn't recover for several days until I came out to look for work the day before yesterday.

Well, when I came out to perform, I didn't expect to see him again.

Brother, think about it, he has threatened me so much. If I see him, I will run as far as I can. "

Long Feiyu couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard this. The information about this street performer was of little use at all. If he had just stolen the suspect's things, it would still be equivalent to knowing nothing.

"You come back to the branch with us and describe that person's appearance."

The street performer was startled and exclaimed, "Brother policeman, you can't keep your word. You promised to let me go!"

Long Feiyu said with a straight face, "I just ask you to describe that person's appearance and let the portraitist draw it. I will let you go after the drawing is done!"

The street artist still had a hesitant expression on his face, obviously not daring to believe Long Feiyu, but looked at Chen Luo.

He has been on the streets for many years and is good at identifying targets, and his ability to observe words and emotions has long been honed.

From Chen Luo's temperament and Long Feiyu's obedience to his words just now, he couldn't tell that the young man in front of him was the one who really made the decision.

Chen Luo smiled and said, "No need to go to so much trouble. Just go find paper and pen. I can draw it now."

Long Feiyu and the street artist were both stunned, obviously not expecting Chen Luo to have the ability to paint.

"Uh, can you really draw?"

Long Feiyu is willing to believe that Chen Luo has a foundation in painting. After all, with a family background like the Zhang family, it is normal for the children of the family to cultivate their talents. However, being a simulated portrait artist and painting in the criminal police team are two different things.

Simulation portrait technology is a comprehensive business. This skill requires not only solid basic painting skills, but also common sense such as physics, anatomy, and inquiry skills. It involves a very wide range of knowledge.

Even the simulated portrait artists of the criminal police team need a long period of training and study to master.

"There is a shopping mall over there, just go and buy it."

Chen Luo didn't even bother to explain, he just pointed at a large shopping mall in the business center and said.

Seeing that Chen Luo didn't seem to be joking, Long Feiyu thought about the many abilities that the other party showed. He just hesitated for a moment. After handcuffing the street artist to the car, he nodded and said, "Then you wait a moment." ”

After Long Feiyu left, Chen Luo looked at the street performer calmly and said, "I know you still have something to hide. You can tell me the truth now while the policeman hasn't come back.

Not only will I ask him to let you go, I will also give you 500,000 so that you can run as far as you want without worrying about anyone threatening you. "

The street artist's expression suddenly changed, firstly because of the 500,000 yuan promised by Chen Luo, and secondly because the other party actually knew that he was hiding something.

The street performer looked at Chen Luo in disbelief and stammered, "You, how do you know?"

Chen Luo glanced at him sideways, "Guanghao New District was originally Wan Liuye's territory. Although he retired, the power in this area is still in the hands of Ji Tong, one of his two former confidants.

You have obviously not been working here for a day or two. You have not had any trouble until now. You are either one of Ji Tong's subordinates or you paid him protection money.

If I'm not wrong, you kept it secret and didn't dare to say anything. Apart from that person hurting you, was it because you found out that he was still related to Ji Tong?

You were afraid that once you said it, Ji Tong would cause trouble for you and maybe lose your life, so you told a specious piece of news to fool you. "

The street performer's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he looked at Chen Luo as if he were looking at a monster. He never imagined that Chen Luo could guess so many things with just his reaction.

What's even more frightening is that Chen Luo is only seventeen or eighteen years old. Not only does he have the skills of a master thief, but he can also make a policeman do what he says.

"Don't waste my time. For every second you hesitate, the 500,000 will be reduced by 10,000.

If you don't speak up within fifty seconds, not only will the money be gone, but the previous agreement will also be invalidated.

And I will also tell Ji Tong what happened today.

Guess what he would do to you if he knew you leaked information about that person? "

Chen Luo looked at the street performer with a smile and asked.

The street artist's expression changed horribly, and his face instantly turned pale. He knew very well that if Chen Luo told these things, his life would be in danger.

"50,49,48..."

When he heard Chen Luo start timing, the street artist quickly entered into a fierce ideological struggle.

People hate losses more than gains.

Chen Luo had promised 500,000 yuan, and he already thought that the money was his. Now seeing that every time Chen Luo counted, the money was 10,000 less, it was like torture for him.

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't count, I'll tell you! I'll tell you!"

"40."

"Wait, you just counted to 45, how come it became 40?"

The street artist asked in astonishment.

"Oh, 35."

Chen Luo casually shortened the number again, "If you waste my time again, it will become 30."

"Uncle, I'll tell you now, don't count!"

The street artist was about to cry, and he actually thought it through in a very short time just now.

Whether he said it or not, the end would be miserable, but if he said it, he could get a huge sum of money, and even a fool would know what to choose.

"But before you say it, can you transfer the money to me first?"

The street artist's tone was cautious and negotiating. He originally wanted to use the word "must", but through what happened just now, he already knew how terrible Chen Luo was.

If he dared to use this word, Chen Luo would not only ignore him, but would probably deduct more money.

Chen Luo was too lazy to argue with this street performer, he casually took the laptop and said, "Report your card number."

The street performer was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately read out his bank card and account name quickly, without even taking out the bank card to look at it once, which showed that he had memorized his card number long ago.