The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Yunci curled the corners of his lips and asked, "I have a good memory, is there a problem?"

"No matter how good the memory is, can this be done?" The little police officer sneered.

Yun Ci didn't speak, and slowly closed her eyes. With the movement of tapping the desktop with her fingers, she quickly searched the screen in her mind.

The few people next to him were stunned, not knowing what she was doing.

After a while, she opened her eyes suddenly, emptied her pupils, and said unhurriedly: "The man on his left is a male, about 30 years old, with a flat head, and a height of about 170. There is a mole on the base of her ears. Gray striped shirt, washed jeans, black pointed shoes, and a snake tattoo on the back of his hand.

To his right, there is a woman, about 30 years old, with long wavy blonde hair and a height of about 163. She is wearing a white dress with a small stain on the skirt. "

The little police officer was dumbfounded.

what's going on?

Yunci squinted at him: "Did you hear clearly? You can follow the clues I provided to find these two people."

The man screamed: "If you want to find it, you can find it. Who knows if you made it up? I have no impression of these two people!"

The little police officer couldn't help but sneered: "Little girl, your memory is so good that you even remember people's moles? Are you watching too many TV shows, and also, do you think the police force in the police station is so easy to mobilize? If you don’t know if it exists, why should you search for it?"

"Let’s do this, play a little game." Yunci pulled out a piece of white paper from the table and handed it to the little police officer: "You or others, you can write numbers on the paper at will, I’ll read it again, and then memorize it. Come down."

The little police officer was skeptical: "Anything is fine."

"can."

When other people heard the movement here, they also ran over to blend in.

The little police officer wrote a series of numbers, the man also wrote a series of numbers, and everyone else lined up to write numbers on the paper one by one.

It's almost full of a large sheet.

The little police officer handed the paper to Yun Ci with disdain in his eyes. He didn't quite believe it, thinking that Yun Ci was just bragging.

Jun Duonuan squeezed his fists and said, "Come on!"

Yun Ci's indifferent gaze swept across the paper, and then returned the paper to the little police officer.

Everyone hasn't slowed down yet.

"This... is this all right?"

The little police officer took it blankly, his eyes widened.

"538864462862..." Yunci had already begun to recite.

The little police officer hurriedly picked up the paper and swiped his fingers along the numbers. Everyone gathered around and compared them one by one.

"5689236054258628941395..."

Yunci's speech is extremely fast, and it seems that he does not need his brain to think.

After three minutes, all the numbers were memorized.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at her with incredible eyes.

Memorized verbatim!

There was a round of loud applause.

The little police officer admired him and said, "How did you do this?"

Yun Ci shrugged, disapproving: "I said it, it's just a good memory."

She picked up the paper and pencil on the table, brushed it a few times, drew two sketches of the characters, and handed them to the little police officer: "Now, can we find someone? We have to go home."

The little police officer hurriedly took it, and ordered Xiao Li to take someone to search.

The man sat on the chair, peeping at the words secretly, and didn't dare to force him to talk any more.

Jun Duonuan next to him pounced on Yunci, hugging her with a silly smile.

At this moment, the little police officer on the opposite side suddenly got up, straightened his waist, and saluted a police salute with a sonorous and powerful voice: "Good for the team!"