The network manager tried hard to recall the scene at that time, and said everything he remembered.

He has been working in Internet cafes for many years, and he has met many people, even weird people, and he has also met many, but it is still rare for an old man to come to an Internet cafe dressed up like that, so he couldn’t help watching more. Two eyes.

Unexpectedly, he took a casual look and heard the old man calling and reporting to someone.

He didn't hear clearly at the time, but subconsciously thought that he was calling his grandson and said that the email was sent.

Now think about the old man's tone at the time. It didn't seem to be talking to his grandson at all, but instead seemed to be reporting to his boss.

"Apart from this sentence, what else did you hear? Did you hear him say who he was or who he was sending emails for?" Yan Shuhan's eyes tightened. It seems that the old man who came to the Internet cafe to send emails is the one they have the most. Possible breakthrough direction.

In his fifties, with white sideburns, he came to the Internet cafe fully armed just to send an email.

The old man was almost certain that he was the one who sent Lin Xin the picture.

There must be a negative in his hand!

"This... time is too long, I can't remember." The network manager scratched his head and said with a look of embarrassment.

"I have a way." Yang Shuchen's handsome face slightly raised, and opened his lips towards Yan Shuhan, turned on his portable computer, and clicked on a software.

"For you, let me fight to see if I can spell out that old man's face." Yang Shuchen motioned to the webmaster to sit down and describe the face he saw in detail.

Two people were sitting together, piecing together a person's face bit by bit.

"It's too long, I can't remember, it just feels very ordinary, but his eyes are sharp, it is a very obvious sword eyebrow." The network manager twisted his eyebrows, and seriously recalled the scene.

What I vaguely remembered was a very vague look, just to give a rough idea.

"Is that so?" Yang Shuchen quickly chose an eyebrow and put it on the computer, and began to piece it together.

"It's a bit like, yes, his nose is high, like a foreigner's nose..."

As the network manager said, Yang Shuchen quickly chose a tall nose and put it on the patchwork picture.

"There are also lips, I think about it... the old man's lips are not thick or thin, but the color is very dark." The webmaster said, suddenly thinking of something, his expression became very excited.

"I smelled the smell of Chinese medicine on him! Yes, it was Chinese medicine. The medicine smell was very strong, but his appearance did not look like he was sick. I was still hesitating to ask if I should ask, but he looked at people with cold eyes. Yes, there is no talking too much."

After the network administrator finished speaking, Yang Shuchen quickly made a new choice on the computer and pieced together a similar face.

"Look, does it look like this?" Yang Shuchen turned the computer to the network manager and asked him to identify it.

"Seventh image, with thicker eyebrows, and sharper eyes than he is now. He was wearing a windbreaker, blocking his neck and chin, and wearing a hat. I could only see half of his face. Very similar to the person above."

"..."

Yang Shuchen's eyes dimmed, and according to the network manager's statement, he revised the patched portrait again.

He glanced at the final appearance.