Wenyuan City.
Jinhua District.
"This is it." Shen Xin looked up at the door number.
Building 3, Apartment 901.
Sun Zhao nodded and headed straight upstairs.
After receiving a call from Song Shifeng yesterday and reporting to Lv Youwei, Sun Zhao had decided to come to Wenyuan City to take Song Shifeng's statement in person.
Shen Xin and Ding Yuwei were with him, along with Zhang Nanhai, a sketch artist from the branch's technical division.
They hoped to produce a composite sketch of the suspect.
He was home. The door opened quickly after they rang the doorbell.
Song Shifeng was fifty-one, with a square face and a kind demeanor. His wife and daughter were also home.
The family was very polite, saying they were happy to help the police.
"Officer Sun, after we spoke on the phone the day before yesterday, I tried my best to recall the details. But it's been six years, so my memory isn't very clear. I just remember he was carrying one of those red, woven plastic bags, you know?"
