The officer stopped in the middle of speaking, bowed his head and said no more.
"Jo what," she asked nervously, a little pale.
"Not Miss Jo."
The officer looked up at her and touched her nose unnaturally, smiled a little embarrassed, and said, "I remembered Miss by mistake, and the person who asked me to send these things to Miss Lister is actually called Mr.
Dawson, not Jo."
"Mr.
Dawson" Mu Jinjin was confused, because she never remembered knowing a man named Mr.
Dawson.
"Yes, Miss, there was a man named Mr.
Dawson in the early hours of last night, he came to our police station, and said to our director, Miss, you are his good friend, leave a check, let our director be sure to treat Miss with the best food, and after knowing that Miss, after your forehead was injured, he immediately called his assistant to buy ointment and bring it, Miss, the box you are holding in your hand." “” Mu Jinjin looked down at the expensive ointment in his hand, and the whole person was in a state of confusion.
She stared blankly at the ointment in her hand for a few seconds, then looked up at the police officer, and asked puzzledly, "But I really don't remember that I know a man named Mr.
Dawson, could it be that you misremembered the name of that gentleman?"
"Well, I can't rule out that maybe Miss."
The officer turned to the officer standing by the door and asked, "Bucky, I seem to have forgotten the name of the gentleman who came to our bureau last night, do you remember?"
Mu Jinjin turned his head to look at the police officer standing by the door, and found that the police officer named Bucky also had a blank look after hearing this, and looked at her for dozens of seconds before he said something like a thief.
"Actually, Miss, in fact, Miss, I can't remember exactly.
The reason is that the gentleman said his name, and when the gentleman said his name, there happened to be a car horn sounding on the road outside, which muffled the gentleman's voice, so I don't remember very well."
"I see."
Mu Jin nodded incomprehensibly.
No wonder neither officer could remember the name of the gentleman who had left the money to help her.
It turned out that when the gentleman left his name, a whistle sounded on the road to obscure the gentleman's voice, and they were too embarrassed to ask a second time.
So who is the gentleman who was kind enough to help her?
She had to keep it in mind and thank them when she went out.
After all, in this world, it is easy to add icing on the cake, and how many people can send charcoal in the snow Mu Jinjin pursed his lips, then turned his head and asked the police officer who handed him the ointment: "Since you don't remember the name of that gentleman, you should always remember what that gentleman looks like and what characteristics he has."
"What do you look like, what are your characteristics?"
the police officer reached out and touched his nose again, and after a pause, he replied, "Miss Hui, according to my memory, that gentleman was about thirty or forty years old, not tall, not short, not fat, not thin, and had no features on his body, giving people the impression that he was just an ordinary person." ” “” Mu Jin was speechless.
Is there any difference between the officer answering and not answering?
Around thirty or forty years old.
Not tall or short.
Not fat, not skinny.
There are no obvious features on the body.
She knew about 500 men in such conditions, most of whom were friends in her father's business. oshow7 t1706231537: