Superb skills

After speaking, he held a pencil and gestured at the photo on his phone, muttering to himself, "Thick eyebrows, flat 23 degrees, evenly curved glabellar muscle, short nasolabial muscle."

"His eyebrows are very thick, giving him a stable and calm look. The evenly curved glabellar muscle indicates he is very young."

The pencil danced in Lin Yuan's hand like a flying sprite.

Shush shush shush~~

In a short while, he had drawn the eyes, eyebrows, and nose bridge.

He then looked at the photo again, muttering softly, "Based on his attire and walking posture, he should be a spirited Xiao Hu. Combining his eyebrows and nose, his age should not exceed 25."

After speaking, he didn't forget to use the pencil to gesture at the photo: "Nasal ala width 2.3, lip height 1.7."

Under everyone's gaze, the nasal alae and lips beneath the mask appeared.

By then, the eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth had all been drawn.

Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.

Just looking at that photo, it was impossible to discern any useful information.

But Lin Yuan was able to deduce these facial features from the blurry image quality.

Although it was uncertain if the deductions were accurate, judging from previous cases, even if there was a discrepancy, it shouldn't be significant.

With this level of skill, let alone a university lecturer, even a university professor might not be able to achieve it.

However, because everyone's attention was focused on the drawing board,

No one noticed that one of the two waiters who came with the Manager earlier had a look of horror on his face.

He subtly retreated into the crowd, backing away little by little, leaving the scene.

Lin Yuan naturally didn't notice this phenomenon; at this moment, he was completely engrossed in drawing.

"There's specular reflection in the video. If I'm not mistaken, this suspect should be wearing glasses."

He then added a pair of glasses to him.

"Prominent ears, slightly square face, on the thin side."

Soon, the facial outline was drawn, and shadows were deepened, making him appear thinner.

"The hairstyle is long in the middle, short on the sides, with a high slick back."

After the final hairstyle was drawn, the entire portrait was officially completed.

A thin, spirited Xiao Hu wearing glasses appeared before everyone.

The onlookers all stared dumbfounded at the person in the portrait.

Suddenly!

A gasp echoed through the venue, and another staff member who came along shouted, "This... this isn't Jiang Tao, is it?"

After speaking, he turned to his left, only to suddenly realize that Jiang Tao was gone!

The Manager also reacted immediately, asking in shock, "Where's Jiang Tao? Wasn't he just here?"

"I don't know? I was watching the drawing the whole time and didn't even notice how he disappeared!"

At these words, the Manager's face turned incredibly grim.

He had initially wondered if Lin Yuan had made a mistake, as it was too coincidental to draw his own employee.

But Jiang Tao running off without a word was enough to explain everything!!

Clearly, he must be the Small Thief of the painting!

Just then, a surprised voice came from the crowd: "I remember now, when he was drawing earlier, he seemed to have slipped out when we weren't paying attention!!"

Hearing this, the Manager's face alternated between green and red with anger. He quickly pulled out his walkie-talkie and shouted, "Security, security!! Attention!! Do not let Jiang Tao leave the art exhibition. If you see him, stop him."

"Other staff members, put down your work and search for him. Whoever finds him will be rewarded 1,000 yuan!"

Instantly, the entire art exhibition sprang into action.

Many of the onlookers also spontaneously joined in the search for Jiang Tao.

Finally, he was found in a corner of the restroom.

At that moment, he was about to open the restroom window, intending to jump out.

Fortunately, he was pulled down by security.

Facing the Manager's interrogation, he still tried to argue forcefully that he was just going to the restroom and not trying to escape.

But when he heard that the police were already on their way to his home to search for physical evidence, his face instantly turned pale.

He no longer dared to hesitate and confessed everything in one go.

Everyone was stunned when he admitted to stealing the painting!

Although they had already guessed that Lin Yuan's drawing was very accurate,

They still found it hard to believe when they learned the result.

From such a blurry photo, he was able to draw something that was nine-tenths similar.

This wasn't just drawing.

It was practically a human image restoration machine.

With this skill, if he were to work at a police station, they would probably treat him like an ancestor.

After confirming that the Small Thief had been caught, the Manager also kept his promise and took out 10,000 yuan in cash as Lin Yuan's remuneration.

To be honest, 10,000 yuan for a sketch was an absurdly high price.

But compared to the losses of the art exhibition, this 10,000 yuan was truly nothing.

And most importantly, could 10,000 yuan really buy Lin Yuan's painting?

If it could, probably at least a hundred thousand people would be willing to pay that much.

Let alone 10,000, they probably wouldn't even bat an eye at 1,000,000.

But Lin Yuan didn't stand on ceremony; it would be foolish not to take money.

As for the two paintings, he casually gave them to Huang Jiao.

Now, the scene instantly became lively. Everyone privately ran over to add Huang Jiao as a friend, trying to figure out how to acquire those two paintings later.

Don't let them seem like just two ordinary sketches.

But the meaning behind them was immense: one helped a family reunited after many years, and the other led to the capture of a suspect.

Their value was self-evident.

Huang Jiao naturally understood this and immediately expressed that she didn't dare to accept them.

Lin Yuan was indifferent to this, waving his hand and telling her to just throw them away if she didn't want them.

Only then did she happily accept them.

As for selling them?

She didn't even dare to think about it, so she didn't add any of those people as friends.

The others, seeing this, were a bit disappointed and all sighed.

But some found another way; they knew Lin Yuan was a real estate agent and proactively asked to add him as a friend, planning to buy houses from him later.

One must know that most people who could attend the art exhibition had some wealth.

Buying a house was not a big deal for them.

Lin Yuan naturally wouldn't refuse, opening his phone's QR code, and in a short while, he added forty to fifty friends.

Ten of them expressed that they would go see houses immediately, and if suitable, they would sign a contract right away.

The netizens in the live stream were dumbfounded.

— — [You say he's greedy for money, yet he casually gave away those two paintings. You say he's not greedy for money, yet he can be busy for half a day for a commission on a house. I don't know what he's thinking.]

— — [That's called having principles, understand! He's currently participating in a show, and he's earning money from his main job. If he sells paintings, why even compete? Isn't the prize money better than selling paintings?]

— — [That's not right, if he could sell a painting for 1,000,000, wouldn't selling 100 paintings be 100,000,000? Isn't that a faster way to make money?]

— — [Scarcity makes things valuable. They're valuable when rare, but not when abundant.]

Just like that, an art exhibition inexplicably turned into Lin Yuan's personal art show.

By the time he walked out of the art exhibition, a crowd followed behind him.

Some were going to view houses, while others voluntarily came to see him off.

Dozens of people and more than ten cars, a mighty procession, drove towards the real estate agency.

When the boss saw luxury cars stopping one after another at the entrance, the smile on his face was probably too big for even an AK to suppress.