I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

Hearing Ling'er's words.

The hall fell silent instantly.

He Chuan was stunned.

Zhao Lei opened his mouth wide.

Bai Sisi looked directly at the camera.

"Is this...the start of classes?"

The barrage of comments exploded.

Holy crap! A five-year-old is going to teach a portrait artist?!

Is this reasonable?

"It doesn't make sense, but she's Shen Ling'er!"

"She wants to spread Shen Fei's skills?"

"Shen Fei: Operating in the shadows, his apprentices and grand-disciples are starting mass production?"

"Wait, isn't this the solution!"

Qin Zheng was also stunned.

Is this idea absurd?

Of course, that's absurd.

A five-year-old child is giving a lesson to a police portrait artist.

It sounds like a joke.

But the problem is.

She really did what they couldn't do.

Just then, Director Zhou received a phone call.

He glanced at the number, and his expression immediately turned serious.

"The phone is in the lobby."

The hall fell silent.

Director Zhou walked to the side and answered the call.

He returned a few minutes later.

His expression was more complex than before.

Qin Zheng asked, "Director Zhou?"

Director Zhou glanced at Shen Ling'er.

Then he slowly opened his mouth.

"The director is aware of the situation here."

"He made a suggestion."

Everyone was looking at him.

Director Zhou coughed.

"The department could organize a province-wide exchange session for portrait artists."

"The main themes are estimating the age of missing children and breaking through the profiles in old cases."

He paused for a moment after saying this.

His gaze fell on Shen Ling'er.

"Shen Ling'er will demonstrate and explain."

The hall was deathly silent.

Zhao Lei was the first to break down.

"Hahaha! The director and Ling'er are thinking the same thing!"

"Can I really see five-year-old Ling'er giving a lesson to all the portrait artists in the province?"

Bai Sisi was somewhat bewildered.

"This is too much..."

Lin Jia chimed in, "Funny?"

He Chuan took a deep breath: "But it seems quite reasonable."

Teacher Luo stood there, her expression shifting from shock to embarrassment, and finally to resignation.

Finally, he said something quietly.

"I'll sign up to sit in the first row."

Everyone: "..."

The barrage of comments completely exploded.

"Hahaha, Teacher Luo, first row!"

"Portraits from all over the province: I heard the teacher is five years old?"

"The thing is, you can't deny it, they really found Xiaobao!"

"This scene is so surreal!"

"A five-year-old little devil is giving a lecture, and a group of veteran experts are taking notes in the audience."

"Shenfei's behind-the-scenes bragging has reached its peak: His daughter is giving advice to professionals!"

Shen Ling'er looked up at Director Zhou.

"Is there food provided during lectures?"

Director Zhou was stunned.

Zhao Lei laughed so hard he almost squatted down.

Director Zhou realized what was happening and immediately nodded seriously.

"have."

Meals are provided.

Shen Ling'er continued, "Do you have chicken drumsticks?"

Director Zhou: "Yes."

Yang Mi: "..."

He Chuan: "..."

Qin Zheng: "..."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"A province-wide portrait artist symposium concluded with the final negotiation condition: a chicken leg."

Shen Ling'er: I can teach you my secret skills, but you have to provide meals.

"Shenyang Aircraft Corporation's core educational philosophy is indeed about making a living!"

"Director: I never imagined that advancing criminal investigation technology would be achieved with just a chicken leg."

.......

The next morning.

Provincial Department Conference Center.

The large conference room, which could originally seat 300 people, was packed to the brim.

Almost all the portrait artists, criminal investigation experts, and members of the special task force for missing children from all over the province who could come did so.

Many people also came from other places on short notice.

A banner was hanging at the entrance of the conference room.

[Special Symposium on Age Deduction of Missing Children and Portrait Sketching in Old Cases]

The banner was very formal.

The atmosphere was supposed to be very serious.

It wasn't until everyone noticed that an extra child chair had been placed next to the main speaker's seat that they realized what had happened.

There was also a small footstool.

On the table were a carton of milk, a plate of cookies, and two chicken legs.

The expressions in the entire conference room became subtle.

An elderly portrait artist with gray hair pushed up his glasses.

"This...is the speaker really five years old?"

The middle-aged portrait artist next to him whispered, "The records say he's five years old."

The old portrait artist remained silent.

"I've been drawing portraits for 32 years, and this is the first time I've ever heard a kindergarten teacher give a lecture."

Another person corrected: "Not a kindergarten teacher, but a teacher of kindergarten age."

Everyone: "..."

Some people couldn't help but laugh.

But after the laughter subsided, no one dared to underestimate them.

Because the case studies were displayed on the big screen.

The Liu Xiaobao case.

Portraits of two human traffickers.

Comparison of old photos of adults involved in trafficking.

Photo of Liu Xiaobao as a child.

A probabilistic portrait of Shen Ling'er's growth.

Zhou Cheng's ID photo.

Finally, there was the DNA confirmation result.

With the whole set laid out, no one in the conference room could laugh too easily.

The facts speak for themselves.

They were professionals, but they failed.

A five-year-old child did it.

And it wasn't luck.

From guiding the elderly to recall their memories, to extrapolating their adult age, and then to adjusting the screening weights, every step she took was logical.

That's what's most convincing.

The live stream room is now open.

However, with the approval of the provincial department, this time only the publicly exchanged portion will be broadcast live, and sensitive case files will not be involved.

The audience was stunned by the scene in the conference room as soon as they entered.

"Holy crap, so many people?"

"Are they all portrait artists?"

"Ling'er really needs to teach the experts a lesson!"

"The high chair is so cute, hahaha."

"Is that chicken leg on the table for real?"

"Is this Shen Ling'er's lecture fee?"

"Shenyang Aircraft Corporation reaches new heights of behind-the-scenes posturing: Daughter gives provincial-level lectures."

Soon.

Yang Mi led Shen Ling'er in.

Shen Ling'er wore a red jacket today, and her hair was tied into two small buns.

Her little face still had that arrogant look on it.

He walks with a confident stride.

They seem to be here to cause trouble.

Zhao Lei followed behind and whispered to He Chuan:

"Look at the way she walks."

He Chuan asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Lei said seriously, "It doesn't look like you're here to teach, it looks like you're here to take over a territory."

Bai Sisi almost burst out laughing.

Yang Mi heard this, turned around and glared at him.

Zhao Lei immediately shut up.

Shen Ling'er did hear it.

She looked up at Zhao Lei.

"You were quite clever today."

Zhao Lei's eyes lit up.

"real?"

Shen Ling'er nodded: "A little bit."

Zhao Lei's expression froze.

"Just a little bit?"

Shen Ling'er said calmly, "There's a lot of room for improvement."

Zhao Lei: "..."

The comments section was filled with laughter.

"Zhao Lei has been overpraised again."

"Ling'er's first words upon entering the meeting room were Zhao Lei."

"The patient's condition is stable, and classes can begin."

In the conference room, many portrait artists had even more complicated expressions when they saw Shen Ling'er in person.

too small.

It's really too small.

Even when sitting in a high chair, their feet are still on a small stool.

She had to turn the microphone in front of her down twice.

The provincial department director personally attended the event.

He was a man in his fifties with a dignified air, but his gaze was gentle when he looked at Shen Ling'er.

"Little Ling'er, you'll have a hard day today."

Shen Ling'er looked up at him.

"Is the chicken leg hot?"

The director was clearly taken aback.

He then laughed.

"It's hot."

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"That's not hard work."

A low chuckle instantly filled the conference room.

The tense atmosphere immediately eased.

The director smiled and said, "Alright, then let's hear what Teacher Ling'er has to say today."

The words "little teacher" came out.

The expressions of many of the veteran portrait artists in the conference room were even more subtle.

A five-year-old child was their teacher.

It's really embarrassing to say this out loud.

But then I thought of the Xiao Bao case.

And no one dared to disobey.

Teacher Luo sat in the first row.

He was holding a notebook.

I'm really going to take notes.

An older colleague next to me asked in a low voice, "Old Luo, you really remember that?"

Teacher Luo glanced at him.

"If I don't remember, will things reverse?"

Former colleague: "..."

Teacher Luo continued, "If you're not convinced, find a child who went missing fifteen years ago?"

The old colleague fell silent.

Silently, I opened my laptop.

The comments section burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Teacher Luo: If you don't know, just shut up!"

"The veteran experts have been taught a lesson by reality."

"You have to admit it."

"Ling'er is five years old, so her position as teacher is secure."

Shen Ling'er sat in a high chair, looking at the group of adults below.

She wasn't intimidated at all.

Instead, he frowned.

Why aren't you taking pens?

The area below was completely quiet.

Several portrait artists subconsciously looked down to find their pens.

Zhao Lei was trying so hard to suppress his laughter that his shoulders were shaking.

He Chuan whispered, "She really thinks she's a teacher."

Bai Sisi: "Otherwise what? Even the director is calling him 'little teacher'."

Shen Ling'er waited until everyone had taken their pens before she spoke.

I didn't say much.

"Because my dad said that if you talk too much, even a stupid person won't remember it."

Meeting room: "..."

Yang Mi covered her face.

Zhao Lei almost burst out laughing.

The director coughed, trying hard to suppress his laughter.

The live chat exploded.

"Hahaha, a critical hit right from the start!"

"Shenfei's words: If you talk too much, even a stupid person won't remember it."

"A group of experts in the audience felt offended but dared not refute."

"Shen Fei, you're really mean!"

"Ling'er, this teacher has such a strong presence."

Shen Ling'er continued:

"First, those who have lost their paintings should not panic."

She tapped on the big screen.

The screen displayed excerpts of Mrs. Liu's case recollections.

"Asking about her face in a hurry won't help."

"When people are scared, they will smash their faces."

"If you ask her if she has a round face or a long face, she might give a wrong answer."

"First, ask her where she remembers the most pain."

An old portrait artist frowned: "The most painful spot?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"It's not that my body hurts."

"It hurts in my heart."

She counted on her little fingers.

"hand."

"sound."

"laugh."

"odor."

"scar."

"Who touched the child?"

"Who lied to the child?"

"Who's blocking the way?"

"These are more stable than a face."

The meeting room gradually quieted down.

The casualness on many people's faces has disappeared.

Teacher Luo quickly took notes.

Shen Ling'er then said:

"My dad said that people can forget their faces, but they won't forget what they saw when they were scared."

Upon hearing this, many people in the conference room looked up.

They had seen it online before.

But hearing a five-year-old child calmly say it in person is a completely different experience.

The director nodded slightly.

This statement deserves to be included in textbooks.