Li Ye arrived in Spring City on a Sunday, but many people had no day off.
For example, the young Uncle Hat, Little Lu, from last night, along with the composite sketch artist, Little Dai, who had come with him.
"Sorry to disturb your rest, Comrade Li. This is Dai Yan, the composite sketch artist from our bureau."
"It's fine, it's fine. Aren't you working overtime too? Let's not complain. Solving the case as soon as possible is the top priority."
"Yes, yes. It's wonderful that you understand."
Little Lu was very polite toward Li Ye. Among the Uncle Hats of this era, he counted as one with an exceptionally good attitude.
The composite sketch artist, Dai Yan, did not talk much, but she was swift and capable, and her professional skills were superb. As long as Li Ye voiced an adjustment, she could react almost immediately.
"The killer had a flat nose, not this large. Make it a little smaller, and set it lower."
"His lips were rather thin, curving downward, making him look somewhat bitter."
"His skin did not have the dark color of someone weathered by wind and sun from outdoor work, but I can't be certain he was a worker."
"His eyes were phoenix eyes, but narrower and longer than these. There were slight wrinkles at the corners, and his gaze was somewhat fierce, yet somewhat timid—like he was forcing himself to remain calm, putting on a brave front while weak within."
"Putting on a brave front?"
For the first time, Dai Yan showed that she did not understand Li Ye's words.
To be honest, she had come under enormous pressure today. The bureau leadership was desperate to solve the case and had said many things about placing high hopes on her.
But after communicating with