The rain outside keeps falling without pause.
Du Lai puts on the hood to his jacket, an inconspicuous gray outfit, and races forward through the rainy night.
A plaintive woman's voice comes and goes, weeping and lamenting, piercing the lingering, chilly autumn rain with a biting cold.
Following the sound, he runs to the wall of someone's courtyard. Sensing that the voice is close by, he deliberately slows his pace, silently searching for the woman singing the opera.
But the night is truly too dark.
It's raining and there are no lights nearby. The entire village is pitch black and it's even hard to see the road.
As he hesitates, he suddenly feels that the voice is much closer!
As if it's right behind him!
A scared Du Lai hurries to hide behind a nearby stack of straw bales!
Just after squatting down, he hears the squeaking sound of a cart wheel--
An emaciated old woman, pushing a wooden cart, slowly comes around the corner of a house!
