"Mm. According to what you've told us, Mr. Tian seemed normal before the accident. Did he say anything unusual to you?"
"What? You mean that day? He didn't say anything. He didn't say where he was going after work, either..."
"May I ask about his mental state?"
"He was fine, perfectly normal. The police asked me about that, too. He'd had an accident once before, when he was riding a bicycle—an electric bike, or a moped. He collided with someone. The traffic police settled it at the scene. He fell and scraped some skin off his hand. The other person hurt their foot, but it wasn't serious. That's all that ever happened. He never broke any traffic rules. And he never... never drove drunk or under the influence of drugs, or anything like that. We'd been married for a year and known each other for over two. I wouldn't say I knew everything about him, but we were together every day. If anything was wrong, I'd definitely have known."
"Please don't worry. We're just trying to rule out every possibility."
"I know. I told the police all this at the time, too. Anyone who watched that surveillance footage thought it was strange. In the end, people just kept guessing. But he was already dead..."
"It sounds like that's a real possibility... Is that bicycle out of service now? You can't find it?"
"Mm. It's gone."
"Thank you so much for taking the time to meet with us today."
"It's nothing. I just hope this can serve as a warning to other people. When a vehicle has a problem, it's really dangerous."
"All right."
On October 19, 2014, we contacted Xu Mian's father, Xu Jiankang. Audio file: 08620141019.wav.
"Hello, Mr. Xu."
"Mm."
"We're very sorry about your son Xu Mian's