It started to snow.
White snowflakes covered the withered, bleak yellow of autumn, leaving a world draped in silver.
Shen Yi went door to door like a madman, searching for eyewitnesses. He had them describe the vehicle, a pen in his hand, sketching as they spoke.
"It was a silver van, pretty old."
"Two men got out and grabbed the pregnant woman and the little girl. One of them was really tall and had a beard."
"One guy was really skinny, looked like a strong gust of wind could blow him away."
"I think they were holding fruit knives."
"The van seemed to head northwest."
Sitting in the police station, Shen Yi used the physical descriptions provided by the witnesses to complete two portrait sketches. An officer took one look and froze. "This looks like the three robbers we've been hunting!"
Just then, another officer ran in. "We've caught Shen Feng!"
