Chapter 2190: Can she eat meat (1/2)

Of course, not all surnamed Lu are good. There is another exception, the one named Lu Qin.

By the way, Zhu Meina stopped, and didn’t know if Lu Qin found it. If he were Lu Qin, she would find a place where no one was there, so she would hide for a lifetime and stay out.

As long as he was caught, it was a dead end.

But she is not Lu Qin. How could she know Lu Qin's thoughts, maybe Lu Qin just feels that she has enough life, that is, she wants to die early and be born again, and then reincarnate again, but this is also a technical job. Such people as Lu Qin are malicious, and it is not easy to say whether they can be a human in the next life. Maybe they will be cast into a pig or a dog.

Zhu Meina went to the security hall and sat down, and someone would pick her up naturally.

”Miss Zhu, please describe to us the faces of the characters you know.”

A portrait artist has taken his picture book, and now he is going to make a portrait.

Because their traffickers haven’t caught those people who endanger society and national security, if they don’t catch them, they don’t know how many people will be hurt in the future.

”Okay,” Zhu Mei promised. She came here to do these things this time. She will cooperate with them in investigating the case, and hope that they can catch the criminals as soon as possible and rescue the women who were sold.

She exhaled gently, waiting for the pain in her abdomen to pass.

Fortunately, it only hurt for a while, and she felt a sigh of relief when she touched the gauze on her abdomen, as if there was no feeling of wetness, so her luck was still good, and the wound did not look cracked. .

And she also carefully recalled the appearance of those few, her memory is still pretty good, but also because those few people really have characteristics.

”A 30-year-old...” She squinted her eyes, and began to say, ”Not tall, fat, with a Chinese face, a word eyebrow...”

She said that the portrait artist was painting, and when the painting was finished, she showed it to Zhu Meina. Zhu Meina really admired the portrait artist's hand. She deserved to eat this bowl of rice. It was really good. Awesome, she just said a few words, and she has almost painted the appearance of that person, and almost all of them are seven images. Then, if you modify it, it is obviously the face of those people.

It's a pity that she was too nervous at the beginning, and forgot to remember the license plate number, can remember a few numbers, but there is no great use, otherwise, it will be easier.

After several portraits were finished, Zhu Mina came out again, and then lived in Yan Huan’s Lingering Garden. The famous name said that she wanted to heal, but in fact she ate mixed food and drink.

”I went to see her,” Zhu Mina leaned her back against the sofa, which was comfortable.

”Would you like to see his picture, I took it,” Zhu Mina took out her mobile phone, ”This picture screamed Su Muran himself, you don't know the voice, hey, just kill him Like chicken.”

Yan Huan gave her a white look, ”I want to look at yourself, I'm sick.”

”Yeah,” Zhu Meina also felt quite disgusted, because Su Muran disgusted herself.