As soon as Lu Zhan left, Ouyang Zhenzhu exclaimed in amazement, "Wanwan, your memory is amazing! Even in a situation like that, you managed to remember the killer's appearance perfectly. You even recall his clothes in such clear detail.
And your drawing skills are just as impressive. You drew the killer exactly as he was—it's a perfect likeness! With this sketch, it'll be much easier for the Government to catch him."
Zhi Wan looked at her in surprise. "Just now, next door, didn't you say you didn't get a clear look at his face? How do you suddenly know now?"
"I was terrified at the time. I did glance at him, but I couldn't remember. Now that I've seen your drawing, it all came back to me," Ouyang Zhenzhu said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Zhi Wan was at a loss for words.
Before long, Dongxiang returned with new shoes and socks.
Zhi Wan put on the new shoes and socks, and Dongxiang wrapped up the old ones to dispose of them.
