Chen Shi returned home and called Tao Yueyue to the living room as he turned on the computer, plugged in a USB flash drive, and ran a software program on it.

He said, “Come here. Let's paint a picture of that criminal.”

Tao Yueyue asked, “Isn't this the software that restores faces in the Public Security Bureau? Where did you get it?”

“Borrowed.”

“Borrowed?”

“The person wasn't in front of the computer when I borrowed it. Don’t worry about these details. I’ll delete it after finishing.”

The two pieced together the nose, eyes, and ears in the software for a long time. Tao Yueyue frowned and knit her brows together the whole time. After an hour, they finally pulled together a face. Chen Shi asked, “Is this Zhou Xiao?”

“Uh, it doesn't feel like it’s the same... Uncle Chen, I can't remember too clearly.”

“All right!” Chen Shi...