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nChapter 260: Recite The Numbers

nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nClaire curled the corners of her lips and said, “I have a good memory. Is there a problem?”

n“No matter how good your memory is, can it be so good?” The young police officer smiled contemptuously.

nClaire didn’t speak but slowly closed her eyes. As her fingers were tapping the desktop gently, she quickly searched the pictures in her mind.

nThe few people next to her were stunned, wondering what she was doing.

nAfter 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.

nTo 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. ”

nThe young police officer was dumbfounded.

nWhat… was going on here?

nClaire glanced sideways at him. “Did you hear clearly? You can follow the clues I provided to find these two people.”

nThe man yelled. “Are you in a place to order the police officer? Who knows if you made it all up? I don’t have any impression of these two people!”

nThe young police officer couldn’t help but sneer. “Little girl, your memory is so good that you even remember a mole? Did you watch too many TV shows? And do you think the police force is so easy to mobilize? We don’t even know if the two people exist or not, why should we search for them?”

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n“Let’s play a little game.” Claire pulled out a piece of white paper from the table and handed it to the young police officer. “You or others, write a random number on the paper. I only need to read it once before I recite it.”

nThe young police officer was skeptical. “Does it matter how long the number is?”

n“No.”

nWhen other people heard their words, they all ran over.

nThe young police officer wrote a series of numbers, so did the man, and everyone else lined up to write numbers on the paper one by one.

nThe numbers almost filled a large piece of paper.

nThe young police officer handed the paper to Claire with disdain in his eyes. He didn’t quite believe it, thinking that Claire was just bragging.

nDora clenched her fists and looked at Claire. “Come on!”

nClaire’s indifferent gaze swept across the paper, and then she returned the paper to the young police officer.

nEveryone was stunned.

n“Is… is this alright?”

nThe young police officer took it blankly, and his eyes widened.

n“538864462862…” Claire had already begun to recite the first number.

nThe young police officer hurriedly picked up the paper and swiped his fingers along the numbers. Everyone gathered around and compared the numbers one by one.

n“5689236054258628941395…”

nClaire recited extremely fast, and it seemed that she didn’t even need to think.

nAfter three minutes, she recited all the numbers.

nEveryone raised their heads and looked at her with incredible looks.

nShe didn’t make even a single error!

nThere was a burst of loud applause.

nOverwhelmed with admiration, the young police officer asked. “How did you do this?”

nClaire shrugged and said casually, “I told you I have a good memory.”

nShe picked up the paper and pencil on the table, quickly drew two sketches of people, and handed them to the young police officer. “Now, can you go search for them? We have to go home.”

nThe young police officer hurriedly took the sketches and ordered Tom to take some policemen to search for the two people.

nThe man sat on the chair, peeping at the girl, and didn’t dare to nag again.

nDora threw herself onto Claire, hugging her and laughing foolishly.

nAt this moment, the young police officer on the opposite side suddenly got up, stood upright, made a salute, and called respectfully. “Hello, Sir!”

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