It's mealtime, many customers are here at "Chuanfu Old Chen" for a meal, and quite a few are also dining at the small restaurants next door.
Standing outside the police car didn't feel appropriate, so Han Yu simply opened the car door and let Zhang Hongmei get in.
It was Zhang Hongmei's first time in a police car, but she couldn't care less about the differences between a police car and a taxi, as she took the flashlight handed over by her brother-in-law and racked her brain to recall the victim's photo.
"No rush, take your time to think."
It's like searching high and low only to find it right under your nose.
Han Yu was both excited and tense, worried that his little cousin's girlfriend might be nervous too, so he asked in the calmest tone possible, "Did she ever dine at Chuanfu? Did you see her in the restaurant?"
"Probably not, let me think again."
"When did you see her? You should have some impression."
