"A foreign man placed the order. It was a reservation for a chartered car. Here's the order, but I can't see the phone number. You police officers should be able to look it up, right?"
He pulled up the order and showed it to the two of them.
'A foreign man?'
Shen Xin shook his head slightly, took a photo of the order information to check on the platform later, and then asked for more details.
"The two of them were in the car, they must have been talking, right? You didn't hear what they were discussing?"
The driver said, "They were talking, but it was in English. The only English I know is 'thank you' and 'hello,' so I have no idea what they were saying."
"Anyway, the woman seemed to be sick. She was in a wheelchair, sitting ramrod straight and unable to move. I just dropped them off at this hotel, and then the two of them got out."
He pointed at the hotel.
