Sheeran also went out once on the pretext of dining nearby - in fact, she was free, she just said it casually, and the police officer on duty said "oh" smoothly.

She was very familiar with this area. She spent five minutes walking to the newsstand with a public phone. She dialed the number at No. 43 Ketzton Street, East Mecklon District, according to Fan Ning's instructions, and then returned to the police station to continue.

wait.

It was more than seven hours before the police were called, at ten o'clock in the morning.

When Fan Ning's door was pushed open again, he saw two new faces, as well as a group of police waiting in the corridor outside during the brief opening and closing of the door.

One of them was also wearing a police uniform. Although Fan Ning didn't understand the police rank pattern on the shoulder straps, it was obviously more complicated and of a higher rank. Fan Ning even guessed that he had a higher rank than the chief of the police and security bureau in this neighborhood.

But this police officer was just taking a backseat.

The man sitting directly opposite him looked much younger than the police officer next to him, who had a bitter expression and looked like a leader.

"Meyers Benjamin." The man's voice had a strong nasal sound and he directly announced his name.

Fan Ning looked at Benjamin, wearing a gray trench coat, white gloves, a silver-gray soft felt hat, a broad forehead, cold eyes, and holding a dark red pipe in his hand.

Came here and finally met the people from the Special Patrol Office.

He had expected it.

"Mr. Fanning, after three questions, you can leave." Benjamin said briefly.

"Mr. Benjamin, please speak." Fan Ning looked at him.

"One, are you a knowledgeable person?"

Am I going to be so direct?

The question and answer is yes, or no? Or is the answer "I don't know what you're talking about"?

Should expression management be embarrassed, confused, or calm?
Chapter completed!