"Sir, the rain that night was just like tonight, pouring heavily, I remember it well. Because when we go fishing, we fear the strong wind and heavy rain the most. That night was precisely such weather, so my memory is particularly vivid."
"You didn't go to the clinic afterward?"
"My daughter and I took the person to the clinic and then left. Later, I heard the wound was treated and then he was sent to a big hospital, but I know nothing more. Besides, I'm not seeking anything from them, so there's no need for me to inquire."
Sylvan Cheney's eyes were full of deep luster, the mysterious glow hid all his emotions, his face showed no more expression than calmness and indifference.
Everywhere, quiet and still.
"Sir..."
"Is there anything else you're hiding from me?"
"No more." The man shook his head, still very afraid, "I dare not hide anything from you... May I presumptuously ask, sir, were you the injured person?"
"You don't need to know."
