Chapter 180 The Portrait Artist

"His face is wide, probably a square face; his eyebrows are thick and dark; his eyes are not large, his eyelids are heavy and droopy; his gaze is fierce and somewhat dull; his nose is a bit large, with a flat bridge and a slightly sunken middle; his lips are thick; his cheekbones are prominent; his skin is rough; he has acne scars on his forehead; his hair is about an inch long, messy, and somewhat sparse..."

Bai Nuo sat next to Fang Meng, a sketchbook on her lap, and a pencil in her hand. Based on Fang Meng's description, she first drew a rough outline. After drawing the facial features and face shape, Bai Nuo frowned slightly as she looked at the person in the sketchbook. Something just didn't look right.

Do you know what the circumstances were like at the time?

Fang Meng nodded: "It was during the day, the weather was very good. The witness was in an alley. I went to check that alley. Even on a sunny day, it was a bit dark. The witness was about fifty meters away from that person."

Bai Nuo lowered his head and pondered for a while, then asked, "How tall is the witness? How tall is that person? Was the witness squatting or standing?"

Upon hearing the little girl's detailed questions, Fang Meng felt that there was more hope for the matter and quickly told her everything he knew.

Bai Nuo learned his painting skills from one of the teachers who raised him in his previous life. Before the apocalypse, Teacher Hong was the dean of the Academy of Fine Arts and a well-known master of traditional Chinese painting in China. He was a national treasure-level master whose traditional Chinese painting skills were unparalleled.

Few people know that when he was young, Professor Hong worked part-time as a criminal portrait artist in the public security system for several years, and even served as a portrait professor at the Public Security University. However, he was later retaliated against for this, and the state hid his information in this area in order to protect the old professor. In addition, he had trained many outstanding students, so Professor Hong directly withdrew from the portrait artist industry and devoted himself to painting traditional Chinese paintings.

After the apocalypse, Teacher Hong's awakened superpower was quite interesting. It was mainly for painting, and it could be used for both offense and defense. After that, Teacher Hong stopped painting traditional Chinese paintings and started doing sketching. After all, if he painted too slowly, the zombies would attack.

Bai Nuo doesn't have this special ability, but Teacher Hong is also a father who is happy to impart skills to his children. He passed on all his painting skills to Bai Nuo, and even in his spare time, he would specially drag the little girl to learn criminal sketching techniques. He always thought that if the apocalypse ended, his little girl could use this skill to pass the civil service exam and get a stable job.

Bai Nuo's talent in this area hasn't mutated; she's learned it exceptionally well. It's just that her painting style sometimes changes abruptly, and she can always make a perfectly good landscape painting look particularly down-to-earth.

But his portrait sketching skills are quite solid, at least there's not much variation in them.

Half an hour passed in a flash, and Bai Nuo handed three similar but different portraits to Fang Meng: "This should be it. Have the witness confirm it."

"OK!"

Fang Meng had no doubt about his little girl's abilities. He might have wondered before how his little girl could be born with a talent for drawing.

But ever since he learned that the little girl had the same legendary experience as him, he no longer found it strange, and even thought of various ways to rationalize it for her.

Anyway, as long as his little brat is happy in the future, she can do whatever she wants, and he'll take care of everything.

Fang Meng put away the portrait, then took out two lunch boxes from the backpack he had brought back and handed them to Bai Nuo, and then took out a cloth bag and handed it over.

"The lunchbox contains freshly made steamed cakes and braised meat. You can heat it up and eat it tonight. The cloth bag contains a shirt I bought for you in the city. See if you like it."

Bai Nuo looked down at the things in his arms, then looked up in confusion: "Second brother, where did you get the money?"

Fang Meng asked her for five yuan when he went out a few days ago. Five yuan doesn't seem to be enough for these things!

"..." Fang Meng's lips twitched slightly. He had almost forgotten about the little girl if she hadn't mentioned it. He pursed his lips and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Hey, can you give me another twenty yuan? I borrowed fifteen yuan from An Yun to buy a shirt. I just thought this shirt was really nice, and it'll be warm in a month, so it'll fit you perfectly."

Bai Nuo looked at Fang Meng with amusement. This guy insisted on keeping all his allowance with her so that she wouldn't be short of money when she wanted to spend it. She had already told him that she had money, but he wouldn't listen.

As a result, this guy didn't have much money on him when he went out, so he would ask her for five yuan a month as pocket money.

Bai Nuo reached into his hand, actually taking out six 100-yuan bills and one 5-yuan bill from his spatial storage, and handed them over: "Take these to pay An Yun first, and keep the rest for your spending money."

"So much!" Fang Meng grinned as he held the fifty yuan.

Bai Nuo rolled her eyes: "This is your money."

"No, this is yours. Once it's in your pocket, it's yours."

Fang Meng gently patted the little girl's head with his large hand, but remembering that An Yun and Liu Yanan, those two unlucky guys, were still waiting in the county, he didn't waste any more time. After giving them a few instructions, he rode his bicycle back to the county.

Seeing that it was still early, Bai Nuo tidied up the stable, added hay and water, and leisurely took Xiao Fugui back to the educated youth compound.