Outside the café.
Daniel looked nervously at Baldwin, wiping cold sweat with his handkerchief from time to time: "Officer, I really didn't know that those three guests were fugitives! But the behavior of the native slave was indeed strange."
Baldwin furrowed his eyebrows: "Don't be afraid, it's just a normal inquiry... Some experts will come to see you later, and you and your sales clerk need to cooperate and provide sketches."
Half an hour later, three sketch portraits arrived in Baldwin's hands.
"A native, a gentleman, a lady..."
The portraits were lifelike, and Baldwin could even feel the hostility and arrogance in the native's expression, very different from the ordinary, submissive slaves.
As for the gentleman, he had a gentle gaze and a handsome face, a rare handsome young man.
And the last girl?
"The boss said she was short, only 1.5 meters tall... And this face? I seem to have seen it somewhere before..."
