With Yi Zhen’s name in the picture, the confusion in the painting was alleviated, and the report began according to Yi Zhen’s instructions.
Outside, several people held pen and ink records.
When everyone’s information is recorded, the next step is the identification link.
The people in the painting are very quiet for fear of affecting the performance of everyone outside.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes of silence passed.
“Is anyone there?”
“Didn’t you say it would save us?”
“It’s me, my characteristics are very easy to recognize, I am the fattest one in there!””
“Can you do it or not!？”
Listening to these complaints, everyone outside the painting peeped into each other, with words of suffering.
The fattest one?
But each of them looks similar.
“How did that adult see the moles on his face, cheekbones and chin?””
Anyway, before Mi August pointed to Lu Su’s portrait, none of them saw these things, until they were pointed out and felt that there were some images.
Yi Zhen said calmly: “The wonderful pen of the Son of God is lifelike, and Master Mi is naturally impressive at a glance, but it’s not that easy for us to see through with the naked eye.”
Zhuang Yan: “The prince is right.”
Wen Anhou: “…I’m waiting for my eyes to be clumsy.”
One of the people who pinched Lu Su woke him up again.
When Lu Su was at a loss, he was grabbed by the collar and brought up. When he mentioned the painting, he pointed to his matchstick figure, “When the Son of God was painting, who was this person standing next to you?””
When everyone heard this, their eyes lit up.
This is a good way!