6:30 PM, Police Headquarters.
In the office of the Chief of Investigation Unit I.
The woman sat on the sofa with restraint, her forehead a bloody mess, lips parched and cracked. Her eyes, locked tightly on Aoyama Xiu Xin, seemed terrified he would escape.
"Have some water, wipe your face," Aoyama Xiu Xin offered her a glass of water and handed her several tissues.
He displayed his people-friendly image.
The woman stood to take them, "Thank... Thank you."
But she did not drink, instead placing the glass on the coffee table and hastily wiping her forehead with the tissues.
"What should I call you?" Xiu Xin sat down next to her, with a gentle smile on his face, he asked.
Blocking a car and pleading for justice was a measure taken only by those who had no other recourse. And the fact that it was his car she stopped showed she believed he was a good person. For such ordinary folks deceived by propaganda, he needed to maintain this image consistently.
