Afternoon.
Police station.
The sun was overhead, and the sunlight was blazing. However, it was not hot, as it was autumn.
In the small, dark room, Zhang Ye was quite fine. He did not know how big a stir he had caused online. He was sitting there, eating. There was Kung Pao chicken, sea cucumber with scallions, bean curd mixed with chopped green onion, and there was also hot and sour soup. It was really three dishes and a soup. This was all bought by someone, according to the policewoman's instructions.
"How does it taste, Teacher Zhang?" the policewoman asked.
"It's good. Thank you." Zhang Ye thanked her.
"You are welcome. Try the soup." The policewoman gave him some soup.
