The Enigma of the Caped Assailant
At Huang’s house:
—Rest, —his grandmother instructs, placing some cushions for him with affection.
—Don’t worry, grandparents, I’m fine, —Yang responds.
—Don’t say that, you’re still recovering.
—But really, I feel fine.
—Don’t argue with us.
—Nephew, be careful, —Yang’s uncle comments as he passes by the room’s doorway.
—You see, uncle, my grandparents treat me like a child, —they both laugh.
—Nephew, I want to talk to you. Would you be able to recognize the man who attacked you?
—No, it was a bit dark.
—And do you know if the young man who was with you managed to see him?
—I don’t know, uncle.
—Perhaps we could talk to him, —interrupts one of the uncle’s fellow officers with a question.
As if by coincidence, Zhang Huaixian enters the room.
—How are you? Does anything hurt? —Huaixian asks with concern.
—Hello, Zhang Huaixian, please continue, —the boy greets everyone.
—Son, would you like a drink? —the grandmother offers.