"Grandpa, what's wrong? Is something bothering you?" she asked tentatively.
Hai Zhiyuan shook his head, "No. Xiaotang, do you remember the killer's appearance?"
Hai Xiaotang thought for a moment, then shook her head, "Not clear, it's all quite blurry."
After all, it was an emergency at the time, she was focused on saving herself and didn't really look at the murderer's face.
She may have seen it, but she doesn't remember exactly what he looked like. Due to the traumatic injury to her head, her memory became even more fuzzy.
"You don't remember at all?" Hai Zhiyuan asked again.
Hai Xiaotang hesitated, then said, "he seemed to be quite dark…"
Dongfang Yu stepped forward suddenly, "What else?"
"Yes, miss, think carefully, did he have any other facial features?" Mother Zhang also looked at her expectantly.
Hai Xiaotang thought for a while, "He should be in his thirties or forties."
"Anything else?" the old man asked in a deep voice.
