Chapter 18 The Two Women

Pi Ruan held the paintings respectfully in both hands, looking at Jiang Cheng with a puzzled expression. "Doctor Jiang, are you trying to... find someone?"

Jiang Cheng nodded in response. "Use your network of contacts to see if you can find these two women."

"Are they in Rong City?"

"I don't know," Jiang Cheng replied. "They could be in any city."

Pi Ruan pursed his lips, carefully examining the paintings. "It would be easier if they were nearby, but it'll be difficult if they're in a very remote area."

He paused for a moment, held the kraft paper bag with his arm, and looked up at Jiang Cheng, continuing to ask, "Are there any other clues? Like their identities, hobbies, or occupations?"

Finding someone based solely on a few sketches was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

"No."

Hearing this, Pi Ruan's face became troubled.

"Not specific details," Jiang Cheng added. "But I have some guesses that you can use as a reference."

Pi Ruan nodded quickly. "Please tell me."

"The woman in the first three paintings is probably between 18 and 23 years old, most likely a university student, majoring in science," Jiang Cheng leaned back on the sofa, thinking while profiling Chen Xiaomeng based on his memories. "She'll be relatively good in her studies, but not outstanding, and won't have any exaggerated honors appearing in the school newspaper or on the campus website."

"There will be frequent instances of asking for leave or leaving early, her relationships with teachers and classmates will be average, and she'll be accustomed to being alone."

"Also," Jiang Cheng looked at Pi Ruan, who was taking notes quickly in his notebook, and said seriously, "She won't be living in the public dormitories arranged by the school, and her last name isn't Chen."

The fatty thought carefully about what Jiang Cheng said, and was surprised to find that he could actually understand some of it.

"There's less information about the second woman, her age range is probably between 25 and 35. She has thick calluses on her fingertips, and the muscles in her fingers are full and strong. She should be someone who can skillfully play instruments like the piano, with a quiet and indifferent temperament, and doesn't like to show her face in public."

Jiang Cheng paused, and continued, "She should rarely have experience performing in major occasions or concerts, and her occupation is also relatively hidden."

"The direction of the search is roughly positioned as a private tutor, or a piano tuner, and it's very likely that her last name isn't Li."

Hearing this, the fatty couldn't help but feel that he had chosen the right person. With the doctor's brain, it would indeed be a bit difficult for nightmares, or teammates in nightmares, to kill him.

He was already seriously considering whether to add a special dish for the doctor tonight.

Pi Ruan, who had already filled an entire page and was preparing to turn the page, didn't have any special expression on his face, as if he was already accustomed to Jiang Cheng's performance.

He looked up at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Doctor Jiang, after finding them..."

"None of your business."

Pi Ruan didn't seem dissatisfied at all. After putting the paintings and notebook into the kraft paper bag together, he nodded and said, "I understand."

After saying that, he didn't say any more nonsense, turned around, and was about to leave.

When he was about to leave, he seemed to remember that there was another person in the room, so he turned around and greeted the fatty before leaving.

When Pi Ruan completely disappeared from sight, the fatty looked at Jiang Cheng, who was sprawled on the sofa, his eyes full of admiration.

"Doctor," he licked his lips, "you're really amazing!"

Jiang Cheng moved his stiff neck, picked up his water cup, and took a shallow sip. The afternoon sun evenly coated the former's face.

This moment of beauty actually moved the fatty somewhat.

For a moment, the fatty suddenly felt that he saw through the man's weariness in front of him.

He no longer bothered to pretend.

Mysterious, noble, dreamlike... Even the messy hair on his forehead seemed to have a soul. That's right, he was a roaring beast in the world, how could he condescend to be here.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng said slowly.

The fatty was flattered, "Doctor, I'm here!"

"Don't say I'm amazing in the future, understand?"

The fatty's throat rolled uncontrollably, his heart was about to jump out. The voice that entered his ears was ethereal and lonely, as if even listening was a blasphemy.

"After all, you haven't seen me in the presidential suite at night." Jiang Cheng seemed to recall that glorious period, and said excitedly, "I was the only man who was officially hired before the end of the probation period, the top brand in the high-end group! I once..."

Just as Jiang Cheng was excitedly talking about how he single-handedly doubled the KTV's revenue that year, the door suddenly opened, and then Pi Ruan poked half of his body in.

The fatty felt like he had been granted amnesty.

"Why are you back?" Jiang Cheng seemed very dissatisfied that Pi Ruan interrupted him.

"Doctor Jiang," Pi Ruan said with a smile, "I just saw Boss Lin's car outside, so I was wondering if she had been here?"

"No."

"Then I won't disturb you," Pi Ruan retracted his head again, nodding and bowing. "Don't mind me, you... you continue."

Pi Ruan was wearing sunglasses. The moment he stuck his head in, the fatty thought he had encountered a robber.

Being interrupted by Pi Ruan, Jiang Cheng seemed to have lost interest as well. He tidied up his messy clothes, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and muttered something in a low voice.

The fatty didn't dare to stay any longer. Reborn, he picked up the grocery basket and slipped away under the pretext of buying groceries.

Leaving Jiang Cheng alone, he first leaned on the sofa to rest for a while, then fiddled with his phone as if he was bored. He didn't search for those familiar Japanese girlfriends, but slowly opened his photo album.

Sorted by time, he scrolled to the most recent photos.

To be precise, four sketches.

He opened one of them, a very young woman. The bohemian skirt danced in the wind, revealing agility in her playfulness. She was a girl who looked at least very innocent.

Jiang Cheng stretched out two fingers and slowly moved the screen, zooming in on the photo until only a pair of eyes remained on the screen.

Across the screen, two pairs of eyes met each other.

The afternoon sun gradually receded, the light spots were no longer dazzling, and everything in the room moved towards darkness in silence.

...

"Buzz... buzz..."

"Buzz... buzz..."

A hand grabbed the phone, and the moment it opened, a voice came out, sounding very anxious, "Why didn't you go to the exam? Professor Sun even called me!"

The girl was lying flat on a huge bed, wrapped in a pure white, soft quilt. Her messy hair was spread out on the pillow, like a tentacled octopus.

The girl yawned, her eyes still drowsy as if she was still in a dream. She thought for a while and replied, "Uncle Gong, I'm sick."

"Don't give me that. You said the same thing last week!"

"I'm really sick this time," the girl said shamelessly, then coughed a few times symbolically.

The man called Uncle Gong seemed to have no way to deal with the girl, and sighed, "Alright, alright, don't do it again. If there's a next time..."

"By the way," the girl suddenly interrupted, then sat up, "Uncle Gong, how's the thing I asked you to do going?"