The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 591 - 515: Nan Zhan Arc_2

Chapter 591: Chapter 515: Nan Zhan Arc_2
Nan Yu hurried to help her with her stuff, "I must say your memory is terrifyingly good. Once you’ve seen a face, you never forget it. Since I’ve known you, you’ve helped us identify more than twenty fugitives from these ordinary crowds, and your accuracy rate is one hundred percent. Honestly, are you interested in joining our police force?"
"I don’t have a specialized degree, and I can’t analyze criminal psychology or anything. I just have this little talent. The police force’s threshold is so high, how could they possibly want me?"
"A high threshold can be lowered. A talent like you comes once in a hundred years," Nan Yu spoke as he walked beside her with the drawing board. "This thing is too heavy. Do you usually carry it this far by yourself?"
"Yeah, do you think I’m always this lucky to come across kind-hearted people to help me?" Jian Si smiled at him, "Hasn’t your police force had any major cases recently? You seem pretty idle, still sleeping at home at this hour."
"No major cases, but small ones keep popping up. Oh right, there’s an arson case where someone torched eleven cars in the middle of the night. The surveillance cameras caught the suspect, but the footage at night is too unclear to make out his face. However, an old man who was opening his door saw him. We have both surveillance and an eyewitness. Could you draw the suspect’s face for us?"
Jian Si opened his car door to put a bunch of tools inside, and after thinking for a moment said, "I’ll give it a try."
"There’s no pay, I’ll treat you to a meal personally," Nan Yu got into the car and started the engine.
"Skip the meal, you don’t have the time for that, Mr. Busy," she said.
"Alright, it’s settled then, I’ll send the information over to you later."
Jian Si said, "I need to talk face-to-face with the eyewitness."
"Okay, I’ll arrange it."
"Doesn’t your police force have experts in this field?" Jian Si was skeptical, but quickly guessed Nan Yu’s good intentions. He wanted her to make some contributions so that he could secure a position for her at the station. Before he could speak, she sighed, "Nan Yu, this is against the rules."
"I don’t care about the rules. As long as we can solve the case, all these regulations are worthless."
Jian Si laughed, "A friend has recommended a job to me, teaching kids to draw at a daycare center near our house. I’m going to give it a try."
"You have such a remarkable talent and you’re going to teach kids to draw? Do you have any idea how many lives you might save in the future? Those serial killers or terrorists—finding them a day earlier means they won’t be able to harm the next person... "
"Nan Yu, you just ran a red light..."
Nan Yu: "Damn."
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On his way, Nan Yu received a call from the police station about an urgent case he needed to handle, so he dropped off the car at Jian Si’s residential complex entrance and drove away immediately.
Carrying her large drawing board, Jian Si prepared to head home, contemplating Nan Yu’s words as she walked.
She had no stable job and relied on drawing portraits for people at Xinghai Square to make a living. On bad days, she might not even paint two pictures. Continuing like this was not a long-term plan. She had considered getting a job at the police station, but her qualifications were too limited, and the station was full of talented people who likely wouldn’t think much of her.
Jian Si shook her head, dismissing this impractical fantasy, and decided to go for an interview tomorrow at the daycare center recommended by her friend. Although the pay wasn’t much, the job was stable, and she wouldn’t have to worry about making a living every day. Zhengzheng needed a new schoolbag.
As Jian Si crossed the street lost in thought, a black sedan suddenly shot out from the corner. The driver, probably not expecting anyone on this remote road, slammed on the brakes, but still there was a loud "bang".
For a moment, many fluttering pieces of paper soared into the air like butterflies, some landing on the windshield, others scattered on the ground.
Jian Si was sitting in the middle of the road, still in shock, until a pair of black men’s shoes appeared before her.
It was then that Jian Si came back to her senses. She felt around her body; there was no pain, just her palms scraped a bit. The car hit her drawing board and not her body directly; otherwise, she wouldn’t just be sitting here contemplating.
"It’s nothing, I was careless too." Before the other party even apologized, Jian Si started chastising herself, "It was my fault for not seeing the car, rest assured, I won’t... "
At this point, Jian Si lifted her head, and the words "I won’t ask for compensation" died in her throat upon seeing the man’s face.
That face...
Almost in a panic, she lowered her head, leaning on the side of the car to get up, no longer looking at the man, instead starting to collect her scattered drawings. Her movements were clearly hasty, her slender fingers shaking slightly as they gripped the paper.
She searched and searched, yet one drawing was missing, the portrait she had made of the "online fugitive" at the square. Just as she was about to give up, a piece of drawing paper was extended in front of her.
With a "thank you," Jian Si didn’t look at the man’s face but clumsily tucked the drawing into the easel, taking the somewhat damaged easel and walking away.
Her departing figure seemed to flee in a panic, as if she had done something wrong, despite being the one who was hit.
Nan Zhan leaned against the car, watching that slender figure disappear into the opposite residential complex. This place was the old district of Aus City. After the development of the new city, the old district had gradually become part of history. Now, it was mainly inhabited by the elderly and migrant workers. To put it nicely, it’s the old district, but bluntly, it’s a "slum," since most with even a slight economic ability have moved to the new city area to live.
He came here today because of a case, never expecting to hit someone with his car, and certainly not someone he would have never imagined encountering.