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

Gu Mengmeng shook her head and said, "No, he just hides in the crowd every time and looks at me from a distance."

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

"I feel like he is more curious about me and curious about why I am still alive."

The murderer was convinced that he had killed Gu Mengmeng, so when he saw Gu Mengmeng alive, he would inevitably become curious.

Hearing this, Bai Yuanxi couldn't help but feel a touch of sadness in her heart. Why did her poor cute baby have to suffer this?

Gu Qingsong took out a lot of bottles and jars from nowhere, containing various colorful potions. He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart and said to Gu Mengmeng.

"Mengmeng, let's go back to school right now. I want that guy to know what real poison is!"

I want him to live but not to die! This sentence rang in Gu Qingsong's heart, but he did not say it out loud.

He was afraid that he would scare Mengmeng and thus affect the great image of his second brother in Mengmeng's mind.

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

Gu Sen called on 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's the difference between you and the murderer?"

"I asked you to go to school, and all you learned was to take human life lightly?"

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

"If you are tired of your free life and want to spend the rest of your life in a bureau, just treat what I said above as if I didn't say it."

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

Gu Qingsong raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head, muttering softly, "You can't even talk about how happy you are?"

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

"What did you just say? Say it again loudly!"

Gu Qingsong subconsciously straightened his back and said, am I still afraid of you?

The next second, Gu Qingsong said loudly, "The father taught you the right lesson, but the son knows he was wrong!"

Gu Qingfeng let out a disdainful laugh, "Coward."

Gu Qingsong cast a vicious look at him and thought to himself, "What kind of big brother are you? Apart from going to the theater all day long, you only know how to make sarcastic remarks!"

Gu Sen was quite satisfied with Gu Qingsong's attitude towards admitting his mistakes, "Well, it's good to know that you were wrong. Remember to think through it before speaking next time."

After saying that, he looked at Gu Mengmeng and said, "Mengmeng, do you still remember what that person looks like? It's best if you can draw it."

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

Her memory is almost as good as a photograph, and of course she can remember that person's appearance.

Gu Sen opened the drawer and took out a piece of A4 paper. Then he took a 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 in a soft and waxy voice, "Thank you, Dad."

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

Gu Mengmeng raised a hand to smooth out her messed up hair, then lay down directly on the ground, flattened the paper, and started drawing on it with a pen.

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

Gu Qingsong hurriedly tried to pull her away, while saying, "Oh, Mengmeng, get up, 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 it, the more surprised he was at Gu Mengmeng's painting ability.

Originally, he thought that even if the five-year-old Gu Mengmeng could really remember the murderer's appearance, he would definitely be able to draw it.

To take a step back, even if it is actually drawn, it may not look like it.

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

Gu Mengmeng's painting doesn't look like it, it's clearly that it looks too similar.

Every time she writes, it seems random, but in fact it is extremely precise, without any mistakes.

All the lines are connected together to outline the appearance of the murderer. Every line is perfect and located where it should appear.

Gu Mengmeng even drew the murderer's eyes.

There was a puzzled emotion in those narrow eyes.

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

Everyone in the room came forward and looked around at the painting on the floor.

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

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

Bai Yuanxi excitedly picked up Gu Mengmeng and kissed her on both cheeks, "Mengmeng baby, you are so amazing!"

Gu Qingfeng and Gu Qingsong also praised Mengmeng without hesitation.

"Mengmeng is great, her painting skills are top-notch!"

"Mengmeng is a super genius, super awesome!"

Gu Sen raised his head proudly and said to Mr. Zhu, "Brother Zhu, how are you? My granddaughter's painting 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 thousands of arrows.

It’s so heartbreaking, old man!

It is truly a heartbreaking act of murder.

It’s not like you don’t know that my granddaughter is dead. What are you talking about here with me?

So angry!

The smile on Mr. Zhu's face was stiff, and he spoke with a smile on his face.

"Brother Gu is joking. This level is not bad at all. It is simply superb. It has surpassed many painting teachers."

Gu Sen nodded in disgust, "That's true, I think so too."

Mr. Zhu, "..."

Why don't you turn the page? We won't be able to continue talking about this!

Fortunately, Gu Sen's rationality had not completely escaped. After rejoicing for a while, he finally remembered the business.

"Now that we have the portrait of the murderer, we just need 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 and go back to school with Qingsong to find your Uncle Zhou and ask him to help you find the person."

"Remember to search quietly and don't alert others."

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

Gu Sen rolled his eyes at him angrily, "It's so dangerous to find a murderer, why would Mengmeng do it?"

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