"Before this, did your son ever behave strangely? Did he know anyone unusual, or mention any trouble he'd gotten into?"
"No. The police asked me that, too. My son was a good kid. He never caused trouble, and he was a very kind boy. His grades were pretty average, but he was a genuinely good person... They asked his classmates and teachers, and even our neighbors here. Everyone said the same thing. I'm not lying. I still don't understand how this happened to him... Recently, someone called and said he'd been to Huicheng Garden, a housing estate. But no one in our family lives there, and he didn't know anyone who did."
"What did your son usually like to do? Did he have any hobbies?"
"None. He usually did his homework, then helped out at the shop. He used to say that after graduation, he wanted to work at the shop. His mother and I wanted him to go to a good university and, ideally, get an office job in the future. We've made quite a bit of money from this shop, but the work is really exhausting. I didn't want him to have to work so hard."
"Of course. If you remember anything else, or hear anything from the police, you can contact me at this number. We'll follow up with a report."
"Okay, sure. Oh, here's a photo of my son. I... If you publish it, I hope... I hope anyone who saw him will tell me—tell us—what happened to him that day."
"Of course. Please don't worry."
November 3, 2015: Received a call from the client. Call recording: 201511032142.mp3.
"Hello, Mr. Ke."
"I, I just got a call... It was from the fleet."
"Go ahead."
"Liu Xiaonian... That Liu Xiaonian is dead..."
"You mean Mr. Liu passed