The next day, CGG.
The coffee on the visitor's table was steaming hot, two police officers were sitting on the sofa, one younger officer was flipping through a notebook in his hand, while the older one was sharply observing Wen Shulin and Chen Cheng.
"Ms. Wen, please describe in more detail what happened last night," the younger officer routinely asked.
Wen Shulin recounted the scenes from the night before's banquet, from the appearance of the waiter to Chen Cheng shielding her from the knife, to the waiter being subdued, she tried hard to recall every detail, striving for accuracy.
"So, you didn't know the attacker?" the older officer asked, his eyes carrying a hint of inquiry.
"Yes, I absolutely did not know him," Wen Shulin said firmly, "I hadn't even seen him before."
"Mr. Chen, how about you?"
Chen Cheng shook his head, "I didn't know him either."
"According to our understanding, his intended target was not specific," the older officer continued.
