The weather in Xiang City was much warmer than in Tibet. It was June, the sun was hot but not scorching. The smog had retreated for the season, leaving clear blue skies, white clouds, and the green waters of the Xiang River. It was a rare spell of good weather.
You Mingxu, in just a short-sleeved shirt, deplaned with her colleagues, along with the detainee, Gu Tiancheng. They had been on the road for the past few days, with her only catching distant glances of him and no conversation. He had remained silent throughout, yet calm, showing no sign of panic or despair after being caught. A person like him probably had long retreated into his own world, having given up on everything outside of it.
A group of police officers got into the waiting police cars, and with sirens blaring, rushed back to the station. Several officers from Tibet were accompanying them to jointly interrogate this suspect.
