I'm only five years old, how come I've become the military region's darling?

"What outsider? Xiaochun was invited by our criminal investigation team." Niu Qiaobao replied with dissatisfaction. Lu Shuang, who spoke up, looked unpleasant. She admitted that the handwriting on the paper in the murder case outside the health center was correct, but who could guarantee that it wasn't just a coincidence?

Lu Shuang took a deep breath. "I'm not going to argue with you. Today we're here to draw portraits of abducted children. She's been learning document authentication from Teacher Shen. There's nothing here that needs to be authenticated today."

"Comrade Xiaochun was specially approved by the director to join the 6.19 task force. She came with us to draw the child's portrait."

"Her? A portrait?" Lu Shuang laughed heartily, her eyes filled with mockery. "Captain Xing, those things last time might have just been luck. Are you kidding me by having a child draw a portrait?"

"Moreover, our technical department has already recruited a student from the provincial art academy, and that's enough for this matter."

"Xiao Feng, come here for a moment."

The bespectacled man standing to the side nodded slightly in greeting, "Officer Detective, Officer Niu, hello, I'm Feng Yan from the Technical Section."

"Officer, do you think Xiao Feng is inferior to a five-year-old child?"

Lu Shuang's tone carried a hint of provocation.

"That's not necessarily true. Your handwriting last time wasn't as good as Xiaochun's." Niu Qiaobao rolled his eyes and muttered, while Xiaochun couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Lu Shuang's face flushed red. "That's because of Teacher Shen."

"Alright, I'm not discussing this with you about Lu Shuang, and I don't have time to argue with you. This is a decision made by the leadership."

Xing Yong bypassed Lu Shuang and planned to go inside.

Lu Shuang opened her mouth in frustration, then couldn't help but shout, "What if she can't draw it?"

"How does that affect you?"

Xiao Chun tugged at Xing Yong's arm and said in a childish voice, "Captain Xing, don't be angry." Then she glanced at Lu Shuang across from her and said, "If Xiao Chun can't draw it, she won't come to the police station anymore. Don't make things difficult for Captain Xing."

When did she make things difficult for Xing Yong? It's absurd to involve a five-year-old child in solving a case!

absurd!

"Then that's settled."

Lu Shuang glared angrily at Feng Yan, "You're a college student, you can't be worse than a child, can you?"

Feng Yanqing's handsome face showed a hint of confusion and slowness. "Sister Lu, why do we have to compete?"

"Pfft!" Niu Qiaobao burst out laughing. After all that, Lu Shuang was like a grasshopper, while the person in question didn't care at all.

Lu Shuang felt a surge of anger rising in her chest; she was furious. She grabbed him impatiently, "You better live up to my expectations and don't embarrass the technical department."

Feng Yan, like a Kapijalan dog, calmly replied with an "Oh~".

The group entered the innermost room.

Li Mei sat on the stool and glanced at the person who came in, her expression indifferent.

"Li Mei, our colleagues need to create a portrait of these children you trafficked. You'd better cooperate."

"So what if we find it? Some things are better left unrecovered than found."

"That's not your concern. Tell me, let's start with the skeletons in the water tank."

Li Mei snorted, "The closest one is Yu Honghong, and then let me think, oh, it's a girl from Daba Village in Meizi County next door, about four or five years old, with a small face and big eyes, about the height of a table."

Lu Shuang glanced at the rustling sound in Feng Yan's hand, while Xiao Chun on the side didn't move at all. Sure enough, she was a fraud.

Xiaochun poked the paper with her short, round finger. "Is it a round face or a square face?"

Li Mei looked up and paused for a moment, "Round face."

"Are my eyes the long, narrow type?"

"Someone like you."

Every time Xiaochun asked a question, Feng Yan would pause with his pen and then slowly erase with an eraser.

No, he realized he had drawn it wrong. He glanced at the child next to him and turned to a new page.

At this moment, Xiaochun also picked up her notebook and rolled up her sleeves. Her drawing skills seemed to be naturally linked with her hands. She was quite skilled and sketched out a rough outline in just a few strokes.

Niu Qiaobao stood to the side, his mouth wide open. His eyes, nose, and mouth looked like they were in a photo studio. Soon, a tender little face appeared on the paper, as if it were looking at them through the paper.

This is so...real.

Lu Shuang couldn't see Xiao Chun's movements from where she was standing, but she could see Niu Qiaobao's surprised expression, his exaggerated reaction, which showed he was clearly unsophisticated.

Looking at the portrait on Feng Yan's drawing paper, his eyebrows lifted, "Captain Xing, we've finished drawing it."

Lu Shuang picked up Feng Yan's drawing and handed it to Li Mei. "Is this what it looks like?"

"It's somewhat similar, but it doesn't quite look like that."

Xing Yong glanced at Feng Yan's portrait and then at Xiao Chun's. He had to admit that Feng Yan was actually quite skilled at drawing, at least better than any portrait artist he had ever seen.

He silently picked up the drawing paper from Xiaochun's hand. "This one will do."

Li Mei's eyes widened in astonishment as she exclaimed, "It looks just like it! It's exactly the same!"

What?

Lu Shuang lost her composure and leaned closer, looking at the portrait, then at Feng Yan's portrait in her hand, and subconsciously bit her lip.

Are you sure?

"Do you think you know better than I do?" Li Mei's words left Lu Shuang feeling like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat.

Her face grew redder and redder, then turned white.

They stared in disbelief at the child swinging his legs beside them.

Why?

Why is she so amazing?

She couldn't learn to draw pictures, which is why she wanted to learn document authentication, but she still couldn't beat a child.

Lu Shuang seemed to have suffered a huge blow, and she was completely distraught.

Feng Yan, however, remained calm, looking at Xiao Chun with a mixture of shock and confusion. "Have you been drawing since elementary school? You're amazing!"

Xiaochun stared at Feng Yan, who was standing right in front of her, her eyes sparkling as she looked at his painting. She puffed out her little belly and said, "Actually, you're very good too. You paint very well."

Feng Yan wasn't jealous, but frowned slightly. "But my drawing doesn't resemble you as much. Why is that?"

The young man looked at the painting from left to right, which actually made Xiao Chu feel more favorably toward him.

The little girl pointed at the painting; her painting skills not only allowed her to paint herself, but also enabled her to spot the problems with Feng Yan's painting at a glance.

"Actually, it's because of a person's face. Look at the nose, eyes, and mouth. They're all beautiful on their own, but when they're put together, they don't look very harmonious. Xiaochun has never seen anyone who is beautiful in every single aspect."

Feng Yan stared at the words in his hand, lost in thought. "That's right! Children's facial features are not fully developed yet. If you draw them according to the facial features and bone structure of adults, they will definitely look out of place."

Two heads, one big and one small, huddled together, discussing something animatedly.

Some were happy while others were sad. Lu Shuang was too embarrassed to stay any longer. "I'm going to do something else," she said.

"Tsk, hey, why are you leaving? You said those things about Xiaochun earlier, shouldn't you apologize to her?"

"Yeah, Sister Lu, Xiaochun's drawing skills are better than mine. Oh, by the way, didn't you draw the portrait of that human trafficker before?"

Feng Yan felt as if he had discovered a new world.

"It's Xiaochun."

"Why didn't you say so before?" Lu Shuang felt a little wronged, thinking that Xiao Chun was just trying to make fun of her.

"You didn't ask," Xiaochun's innocent-looking cat shook its head.

"Yes, Technician Lu, apologize quickly! We're waiting! Don't delay our work."

Lu Shuang's face turned pale, and she clenched her fists...