This sentence immediately put Wan on edge, each word pricking his nerves like a needle.
His body instinctively leaned forward slightly, his voice lowered but carrying an unavoidable urgency: "Try to remember carefully, that friend—do you still remember what he looked like?"
"Or did you hear how they addressed him?"
The waiter frowned, trying hard to recall, but finally shook his head, "I really don't know his specific name, just an ordinary middle-aged man wearing a somewhat old but not new gray coat."
Wan suddenly remembered he had a photo of the suspect Li Xiang on his phone.
He quickly unlocked the screen, pulled up the slightly blurry but distinct photo, and held it up to the waiter: "Please take a careful look, is this the person?"
The waiter took the phone, squinted at it for a few seconds, then nodded confidently: "Yes, that's him!"
"Even though he was wearing a baseball cap that day, pulled down quite low, I remember this face shape, this corner of the mouth… clearly."
