The room was very quiet.
Ye Jun took the sketch handed over by Chen Xiao and studied it carefully.
But without a face, Ye Jun didn't need to look for long.
He looked up, met Chen Xiao's gaze for a moment, but quickly looked away, shaking his head and said:
"Brother Chen Xiao, this sketch doesn't even have a face; I really can't identify it."
Chen Xiao took back the sketch, smiling as he put it away, "It's okay, don't worry about it. It's my fault for lacking the skill to capture his appearance."
At this moment, Ye Jun asked, "Was this sketch extracted from surveillance footage?"
"No, I made the sketch based on my understanding of the case and my depiction of the suspect."
After Chen Xiao finished speaking, he keenly captured the flash of surprise in Ye Jun's eyes.
"You sketched it based on the case? Did someone see the suspect? Then why haven't you caught him yet?"
Ye Jun asked, and Chen Xiao laughed and said:
