Jiang Zishi's mind was still blank. He couldn't figure out a solution, nor could he formulate a last-ditch struggle.
While the people standing right in front of and behind him were still stunned, a few others standing further away were quick to point him out.
"Officer, it's him! The one standing in front of you in the red plaid shirt. The one with the beady eyes and pointy face. He just took a trip to the restroom and came sauntering back just now."
That was right. Jiang Zishi always liked to commit fully to his act.
He hadn't actually needed to use the restroom; he was merely using it as a staging ground for his revenge. He had therefore put on a vivid performance, perfectly acting out the hurried dash to the restroom and the leisurely, self-satisfied stroll on his way back.
But because his performance was so exaggerated, it had left a deep impression on everyone.
Besides, what did they mean by "beady eyes"?
Jiang Zishi was furious.
