Age: My Small World

Chapter 595 Don’t Want to Choose
"Tsk tsk, they didn't find the spy, but they found a pervert first."

After secretly scanning the man's room, Yang Jun was completely speechless.

Almost every book the man kept was mixed with his personal works, the protagonists of which were the women who came and went in the office, and it was unknown how many times he had fantasized about them.

Seeing his increasingly obscene behavior, Yang Jun almost couldn't help but want to go up and knock on the door.

But the next moment, his gaze froze.

Then he came to the men's dormitory without hesitation.

"Oh!"

The fragile door lock could not stop Yang Jun at all and was broken by him.

The man, whose pants had been taken off and was about to do something, suddenly froze. He looked up at Yang Jun, then looked down at himself, and his face turned red instantly.

"Who are you?! How dare you break into someone else's room!" He hurriedly pulled up his pants and tied his belt in a panic.

Yang Jun ignored him and went to his bookshelf and picked up a book with a clear purpose.

The man's face changed drastically: "That's my book, you can't touch it, who are you?!!!"

He wanted to come over to stop it, but Yang Jun grabbed his wrist with one hand and he couldn't move.

Opening the book, Yang Jun saw a picture.

It wasn't the polished masterpiece men liked, but a photo-like picture that seemed to have been drawn by hand.

The man used the painting technique to draw a group photo, and his ability is quite outstanding.

"What's up with this photo?"

Yang Jun picked it up and asked.

The man gritted his teeth with a look of pain on his face: "Let go first."

When he let go, the man instantly stepped back and shouted loudly: "Help, someone broke in~"

"If you want people to know what's going on with your room full of works, then go ahead and shout. I don't mind."

Yang Jun pulled a stool and sat down in a dignified manner.

Then he shot up quickly again. God knows if he left any junk on the stool.

The man's voice stopped suddenly.

Then he looked at Yang Jun in a state of despair: "Who are you? How do you know all this?"

Yang Jun thought for a moment, then took out his temporary ID and showed it to him: "Now you understand, right?"

The man was instantly terrified: "Comrade, I didn't mean to do that. I really didn't draw it on purpose. I will correct it, I will correct it now. Please don't arrest me."

Given his behavior, it would be enough to sentence him to hooliganism if he was caught.

The man knew very well what his fate would be.

Especially with the room full of evidence of his crimes, it was too late to destroy it.

"Answer my question first. What's going on with this photo? If you answer well, I can try to mitigate your crime. Otherwise, you'll be eating peanuts."

The man shuddered and slowly collapsed to the ground.

However, after swallowing, he still grabbed the life-saving straw given by Yang Jun.

Glancing at the picture in his hand, the man said, "This is a group photo I recalled from memory. It's a graduation photo of us college classmates."

"What's up with the guy behind this?"

Yang Jun pointed at an unusual head in the distance. The appearance of that person made the whole photo a little disharmonious. It happened that Yang Jun had seen this person before. He was a teacher in the school.

"Oh, that was a teacher who was passing by at the time. I had an impression of him in my mind, so I drew it down."

"Then do you know the name of this teacher?"

"I don't know. He never taught us any courses." The man shook his head.

"Which school did you graduate from?"

"Beijing Railway Institute."

"Then why didn't you go to the railway department?"

The man paused: "I have been determined to teach and educate people since I was a child..."

"Speak humanly." Yang Jun knocked on the table. "There were a lot of girls at the university, and I didn't like manual labor, so I became a teacher." The man quickly corrected himself.

"You're such a scoundrel! Where did you learn to paint?"

“I taught myself…”

"I don't want to ask a second time."

"I learned it from a teacher. She taught me for a while."

"name."

"Li Yunxiang."

"Why do I have some impression?"

"This is the painting teacher from our school."

"Well, do you have any of her work?"

The man fixed his eyes and looked up at Yang Jun: "Comrade, you too..."

Yang Jun's face darkened. "I mean, have you betrayed your teacher and ancestors by painting the person who taught you?"

Then he saw the man quietly stand up and carefully take out a book from the bookshelf.

Yang Jun had seen this book when he was scanning it, and knew that it contained dozens of works, all of which were of the same person's appearance, so he immediately knew her identity.

"This is hers."

"Ahem, I'm going to take this away for investigation." Yang Jun took it but didn't check it, but put it aside.

The man's eyes lit up.

"Comrade, I can give you all these things. Can you please not arrest me? If you need anything in the future, I can help you. I can draw anyone you want."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "I'm not you, I'm not interested in these things."

"I'm giving you a choice. Cooperate with me, or I'll have someone come in right now to see your glorious work."

"Uh, can I not choose?"

"Okay, then I'll call someone for you."

"No, no, no, I'll cooperate."

"Very good, that's all for today. Come with me and cooperate with me when you get there."

"No, I can promise you anything. Just don't arrest me."

Unfortunately, Yang Jun was unmoved. This guy was too despicable. If he stayed in school, who knows whose works he would draw one day. It would be better if he stopped disgusting people.

Instead of taking the man to the police station, he came to the office.

Sun Buxu was still busy at night. When he saw Yang Jun, he asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I'll send you someone to help me get more details. Maybe I can get some clues about my case."

Then he talked about the man's hobbies and works.

Sun Buxu raised his eyebrows after listening to this and suddenly asked, "Are all his works still at home?"

"Old Sun, what do you want to do?"

"No big deal, I'll go over and get all the evidence of his crime myself."

Yang Jun grinned, and for a moment he couldn't understand whether this guy Sun Buxu was also a creepy one.

"By the way, don't let Wei Ye touch him."

Sun Bu's eyes narrowed: "Of course, this guy is too disgusting, I won't give him another chance to see a woman."

Then Yang Jun left first.

On the way, the collection book and the group photo appeared in his hands.

The reason why Yang Jun took action immediately was that the portrait of the teacher in the photo was familiar to him. What surprised him even more was that there was a slight difference between the two, causing them to look somewhat different. However, as can be seen from the picture, the difference is not big, but it is enough for people to tell them apart.

The man's ability to draw people is quite impressive. At least Yang Jun can give him a score of nine. The human figures he draws are almost 99% faithful to the original. It would be a pity if he didn't become a portrait artist.

(End of this chapter)