"Yes. Though it's dark, the house has lights, so the license plate was somewhat discernible to me. I chased the car, but when I realized that I wouldn't be able to catch up, I memorized its license plate number, instead."
"What's the license number?" Chu He prompted immediately.
"Black A87B9L."
The policewoman memorized the number quietly. "Alright. I'll make a trip to the police station right now to check on the number plate."
"Can it be a clone number?" Mu Yancheng posed a sudden question.
"A lead is better than no lead at all!" she retorted.
The lady cop then picked up her coat from the hanger. She was about to walk to the door when Meng Qingxue propped herself up from the bed. "Chu He, I'll go with you!"
"No way! Your body is too weak." She immediately refused. "You stay here to rest and see if you can come up with any other useful clues!"
After saying that, she hurriedly left.
