Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,Adding to the fear in the city is the fact that the rapist who caused such a stir these past two days has yet to be caught.,The gurgling water soon filled the entire hut. Through the translucent plastic curtain, one could see a dark silhouette twisting in the water, humming a little tune as if quite content.。