"Director Gong, you're finally here." Seeing Gong Daoyang, the village cadre seemed to have seen a savior.
Without bothering to scold or drive people away, he hurried over to Gong Daoyang's side, as if being near Gong Daoyang could give him a sense of security.
"Hurry up and tell me, what's going on?" Gong Daoyang asked with a frown, but he didn't stop walking. Instead, he continued towards the familiar courtyard.
"I don't know the specifics."
"Then just tell me what you know."
The village cadre took a deep breath. "Yesterday evening, Du Da came home. From what I heard, he seemed like a normal person, even knowing how to greet people when he saw them. We don't know what happened after he got home, but everything was reportedly normal and quiet until sometime today. Half an hour ago, his uncle suddenly burst out yelling, saying that Du Da was holding a gas cylinder and had trapped his mother in the room, threatening to die with her."
