Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chu Molin looked at the drawing in his hand, which depicted him with a big head and a small body. The more he looked at it, the stranger it seemed.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?” Qin Xue asked, noticing Chu Molin’s odd expression.

Chu Molin didn’t know how to respond. The drawing was indeed strange, but it didn’t look bad. He had just never seen this style of drawing before.

“It looks nice. I just think it’s a bit weird,” Chu Molin decided not to hurt his wife’s feelings.

“What’s weird about it? I think it’s cute!” Qin Xue grabbed the drawing from Chu Molin and looked at it again and again, not finding anything strange about it.

“Who has such a big head and small body? Isn’t that strange?” Chu Molin wondered what went on in his wife’s mind, as she could always come up with such peculiar ideas.

“Oh, you’re talking about the drawing style. This is a Q version style, making the image look cute and adorable,” Qin Xue explained. She then quickly sketched an anime character on the paper.

“Look, which one is better? The one just now or this one?” Qin Xue showed Chu Molin both the anime and Q version drawings of himself.

Chu Molin marveled at the two lifelike drawings, amazed by his wife’s artistry.

“They’re both great, Xue’er. How did you draw them so accurately?” Chu Molin looked at the two different versions of himself – the Q version looked happy and sweet, while the anime version was cool and aloof.

The most striking similarity between the two was the gaze in his eyes, which even he found unbelievable.

If the police had someone with such drawing skills, would they have any trouble drawing criminal suspects?

As Chu Molin thought about this, he felt that he’d discovered another one of Qin Xue’s talents. Perhaps she could help with certain tasks in the future.

“For this, you just need to focus on one thing – the skull structure is fixed, no matter how a person’s appearance changes, their facial structure in certain areas remains unchanged,” Qin Xue explained, pointing to her forehead and cheekbones.

Even advancements in cosmetic surgery wouldn’t alter these key facial features – people would simply get a nose job, chin sharpening, or double eyelid surgery.

“So you’re saying that as long as we focus on these key features, we can identify someone no matter how their appearance changes?” Chu Molin asked excitedly.

“Yes, because these areas of the skull are the support structure for the head and face. If they were altered, it could cause a collapse, much like the foundation of a house,” Qin Xue, a surgeon, explained, owing to her knowledge of human bone structure.

“Xue’er, you’re truly my lucky star,” Chu Molin said with excitement.

“Haha, you’re exaggerating,” Qin Xue replied shyly.

“No, no, you don’t understand. When we were on a mission before, gathering intel at a certain location, we received a notice to cooperate and assist the police. We had intelligence that the leader was present and conducting transactions, but we couldn’t locate him at all. So many people were watching, yet nobody noticed how he managed to escape their surveillance.

Now that you mentioned it, he might have used makeup and disguises, and our lack of knowledge in this area caused us to miss him.

But with your help, we can just use his original portrait, focus on the key features you mentioned, and create different variations. We might be able to find him then,” Chu Molin, who didn’t participate in that mission, explained. However, he later received information instructing them to cooperate with the police action.

But they couldn’t take any action if they couldn’t locate the suspect. The case had been on hold until Qin Xue’s insight provided the breakthrough they needed. How could Chu Molin not be excited?

He could ask Qin Xue to create sketches for the police.