It was one in the morning.
Song Xiaotian and I drove out to the suburbs to meet Xu Dajun.
We parked at the end of the bridge. Xu Dajun was underneath it.
When we saw him, he was rummaging through a trash can for food.
"Xu Dajun."
I called out to him.
He looked back at us, then suddenly took off running.
He was fast, but he probably hadn't eaten in a long time, so he couldn't outrun me.
I grabbed him and snapped, "What are you running for? We left you that note. There aren't any cops around here."
He froze, staring at us blankly while we sized him up.
I had to say, his facial features were a textbook example of their type. Anyone who saw that face would feel uncomfortable.
He certainly looked shifty, and his features also indicated that he couldn't hold on to money.
With a face like his, gambling would mean losing nine times out of ten and squandering everything he owned.
Since he had just been released, his head was still shaved. With his scraggly beard, he looked just like a beggar.
"Who... are you?"
He looked at us curiously, his voice a little hoarse. "Why are you helping me?"
I told him we were Xu Hui's friends.
"We helped her before, and we know someone caused her death."
At the mention of Xu Hui's name, Xu Dajun clutched the steamed bun in his hand, his eyes instantly reddening.
"Thank you. Thank you..."
His mental state really did seem poor, and he was a little slow to react.
In this condition, killing Liu Xiaoxiao had been pure luck. He probably wouldn't get a chance to kill anyone else.
"The police are watching you now. What are you planning to do?"
"Get revenge."
Xu