But he was only surprised for a second, then asked seriously, "Have you drawn it?"
“Yes.”
Ian stood up, picked up the portrait he had just drawn on the table, and handed it to him, "Take a look."
Zayn took the portrait and looked at it carefully.
The new portrait looked more like me than the ones on the wall.
A young colleague saw the portrait in Zayn's hand and blurted out, "Captain Louis, why do I feel that this woman looks a bit like Joe?"
Zayn glanced at her and said calmly, "Don't talk nonsense."
Ian tapped the young colleague on the head with a pencil.
"You know what Captain Louis' pet peeve is others mentioning her."
The young colleague quickly shut up.
I smiled bitterly.
It turned out that Zayn hates me so much that he didn't even allow anyone to mention me.
In order to solve the case as soon as possible.
Zayn didn't even go home and stayed in the bureau for the whole night.
The next morning.
Zayn came back to the pile of body parts and examined them again while suppressing his physiological nausea.
The conclusion of the case was that the criminals appeared to have strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities, as they destroyed the body parts beyond recognition of their original appearance.