Claire curled the corners of her lips and said, "I have a good memory. Is there a problem?"
"No matter how good your memory is, can it be so good?" The young police officer smiled contemptuously.
Claire didn't speak but slowly closed her eyes. As her fingers were tapping the desktop gently, she quickly searched the pictures in her mind.
The few people next to her were stunned, wondering what she was doing.
After a while, she opened her eyes, stared blankly, and said unhurriedly, "The man on his left is a male, about 30 years old, with a crew cut and a height of about 1.70m. There is a mole on the bottom of his left ear. He was wearing a gray striped shirt, washed-out jeans, and black pint-tipped leather shoes, and had a snake tattoo on the back of his hand.
To his right, it was a woman, about 30 years old, with long wavy blonde hair and a height of about 163m. She was wearing a white dress with a small stain on the hem. "
