Chapter 1142

Lao Wuzuo then asked, "do you know who the deceased is?"

Ji Yunshu put down his head and wrapped it in the white cloth

Take off your gloves.

She said to Lao Zhuo, "I don't know yet! It takes me three days to draw the face of the dead. Then, naturally, I can know the identity of the dead according to the portrait."

"Can you really touch the bones?"

"It's not so magical. I just learned something about the skeleton lifeline. I can assemble one by one according to the bones on the dead man's head and form a portrait. However, the dead man has been dead for three years and drowned again, so the portrait will take at least three days to come out."

"Can you really draw a picture of the dead?" Lao Wuzuo asked again.

Ji Yun shuken fixed his head: "yes!"

The old man was surprised,

I couldn't speak for a moment.

Li Cheng suddenly smiled and said to the old man, "I have said before. You old man just don't believe it. When the portrait comes out, remember to honor what you said."

Lao Wuzuo: "

Hey!

Ji Yunshu didn't have time to pay attention to what they said. Instead, he held his head and said to Li Cheng, "Cheng Shizi, I'll take this head back first. I still need some clay. Please find someone to send it. The portrait will be available in three days."

"Good!" Li Chengying said to the people present, "listen, from this moment on, Mr. Ji will represent our official. What she said will also represent what we said. As long as it is what she ordered, you should do it, okay?"

"Yes!"

Everyone took orders.

Ji Yunshu stepped out of the autopsy room and said, "I'll go first."

Li Chenggang wants to keep up with her.

She turned back and said seriously, "also, I don't like being disturbed, so please don't bother me these days."

Li Cheng was embarrassed.

But it's time.

So she took the head and went back with Jing Rong!

Not long after returning, Li Chengcheng sent someone to send a lot of clay.

She was ashamed on the spot!

There's no need for so much. I don't know where to put the extra?

Speechless.

After that day, Jingrong didn't bother her, but continued to look for people in Gaoding city with Baiyin.

If you can find it as soon as possible, you don't have to continue to deal with Li Cheng.

The next day, it snowed.

Snowflakes fell one after another, and the whole Gaoding was dyed white overnight.

When Ji Yunshu was resting, he pushed open the window.

The snow was blown to the windowsill and her body.

She reached for one.

It melted as soon as it fell into the palm of my hand!

Coldness also spread slowly from the palm.

She shivered.

Close the window quickly and turn back to the table to continue painting.

But just opened the sandalwood box and prepared to take out a thin pen from it, but found that the pen had been broken!

Probably caused by many bumps along the way.

But she only has that fine pen!

If you use another pen, the lines drawn will be different.

Although it won't have a great impact, she can't stand the obsessive-compulsive disorder in the portrait.

So——

She has to go out.

Just buy a pen.

And it's still snowing outside.

Snowflakes were falling and the cold wind was rustling.

She took a thicker cloak, put it on and went out.

Because Jingrong and Baiyin went out looking for someone, they kept a guard at the door to protect her safety.

As soon as she came out, the bodyguard asked, "Miss Ji, where are you going?"

"I'll go out and come back later. If Jing Rong comes back, tell him not to worry."

"That's not good. The Lord ordered to protect you."

"I just go out to buy a pen and come back later."

"Pen?" The guard said, "I'll buy it for you."

"The pen I want, as long as I know it myself, I have to go there myself. You stay here so that we won't worry if Jing Rong doesn't come back. Also, you can help me look at the things inside."

"But..."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'll go and come back soon."

She left before the bodyguard could say anything more.

As soon as she got to the front yard, she saw Song Zhi coming back from the outside with two small carbon stoves.

"Young master song? Where have you been? Why are you still carrying a stove?"

Song Zhi shrunk his neck and said, "I see it's so cold. I'll go out and buy you a stove and put it in the house."

"Thank you."

Song Zhi asked her again, "where are you going?"

She said, "I'll go shopping."

"Buy what?"

"Pen!"

Song Zhi thought, "I'll go with you as soon as I slide on the road."

"No, I'll go by myself. You'd better hurry and set up the stove."

Ji Yunshu said and walked away.

Song Zhi also hurried to set up the stove.

The small alley was covered with snow, but early this morning, Song Zhi shoveled the snow to both sides one by one with a shovel to make a way.

It's much easier to go.

But because of the heavy snow, the road was soon covered with snow again.

Ji Yunshu walked out of the alley step by step with an umbrella and snow.

When she went out that day, she saw a pen and ink shop on the road.

He found the place with his own memory.

The pen and ink studio is located in a small place, but it looks big inside. Looking from outside to inside, you can see a lot of all kinds of pens.

She went to the door and took away her umbrella.

Shake a few times!

Put it next to the pillar at the door.

Just stepped in——

A child ran out of it.

Just hit her.

When the child hit her, his small body fell back a few times, then he was unstable and sat on the ground.

A muffled sound!

Ji Yunshu was startled. When he reacted, he immediately picked up the child from the ground.

"How's it going? Is there any pain?"

Xiaotongsi didn't feel any pain. She still held a wooden horse in her hand, leaned back her little head and looked at her with watery eyes.

Shook his head and said, "it doesn't hurt."

The voice is firm.

The little guy looks very cute.

Ji Yunshu squatted in front of him, touched his head and asked, "you're great!"

The child said, "Dad said that a man can't cry when he falls. He should stand up. That's a good child."

Ji Yunshu smiled softly, "your father is right. A man is a big husband. You can't cry."

"Yes." The child nodded heavily.

Ji Yunshu looked inside, but there was no one, not even the shopkeeper. She asked the child, "where's your father?"

"My father is inside, talking to my uncle."

"Oh."

"Brother, are you here to buy a pen?"

"Yes."

"I'm here to buy a pen, too. My father promised me that he would buy me the best pen as long as I was obedient“

This child is not the shopkeeper's son!

At this time——

A voice came from behind the curtain inside. " Ah Mo! “