Hannrong began to talk about what had happened. Even though Chioujen already knew everything, he still had to be willing to listen to Hannrong's story to the end. It was unreasonable for Chioujen to refuse to listen to what Hannrong had to say. So Chioujen stood there for about ten minutes, listening to Hannrong's ramblings. Every now and then, Chioujen would interrupt to ask something he didn't seem to understand clearly.
"It's great that Dahge is okay. Since he doesn't blame you, you can rest easy now."
"That's right, sir," said Hannrong.
"Now I want to go up to the tenth floor to get the backpack I live above. After that, I will go straight home."
"Okay, sir!"
Chioujen then went straight up to the tenth floor. He cleaned the room so that no sign of his presence could be seen. About twenty minutes later, he came out of unit 1008 and went straight down to the ground floor. After saying goodbye to Hannrong, Chioujen immediately left for the station. Just like before, he chose to go out through the back door.
The hunger whacking Chioujen's stomach had made him walk quick, even half running. Arriving at the station, Chioujen immediately looked for a payphone. He chose a public telephone in the box to be quieter so that the other person would not know that he was at a fairly busy station.
Chioujen called home. The one who answered the phone was Iren. Chioujen briefly explained that the company he worked for had decided to send him back to work at the head office in this city. He also said that he would be home tomorrow around after midnight. At that time, He did not tell anything to the people at home. Chioujen had no intention of going home today. Some of the things that had just happened had aroused Chioujen's suspicions, so he decided to first observe some of these rather odd things.
Before boarding the train, Chioujen had breakfast at a restaurant inside the mall at the subway station. Because he was so hungry, he ate voraciously. The many things running through his mind didn't make him lose his appetite. In less than ten minutes, he had finished his meal. Immediately, he boarded a train bound for a subway station close to their residence in Pyngyuan. The station left a deep impression on him because the station's name was exactly the same as his name, namely Jongharng Station.
It took several hours before he finally arrived at Jongharng station. When he set foot there, Chioujen, who was hungry again, immediately stopped by one stall in the station for lunch. This time he ordered spicy eggplant grilled chicken. Although he had known for a long time that the menu existed in one restaurant there, he had never tried the dish. Whether it was because he was starving or if the food was really delicious, Chioujen ordered another serving. During this half-year, he was so busy working that he rarely got the chance to travel or just have fun in public places. Chioujen's salary is indeed quite large at the company where he works, but his work is very time-consuming. Sometimes he just didn't have enough time for lunch. So often, he only eats modestly in the office or in other places where he was assigned to work.
After all the food slid into his stomach, Chioujen headed to the mall to look for clothes. He had to buy clothes that could cover his face and body. Chioujen purchased a magazine, a baseball cap that he could bend to fit in a pocket, two pairs of sunglasses of entirely different styles, trousers, and a reversible jacket with a hood. He then replaced his pants with the pants he had just bought. After that, he walked towards the luggage storage section at the station. The backpack he was carrying, although not too heavy, was enough to limit his movement. He intended to put it in the station locker until tomorrow night when he returned home.
Coming out of the station, Chioujen ambled towards his house. He wanted to check something. Among other things was the existence of unknown people who were watching their homes. Entering their housing complex, Chioujen sat at a substation not too far from their house. The substation was not walled. It only comprised eight pillars. Its unique octagonal shape made Chioujen happy to sit there. It just so happened that the booth was empty, so Chioujen could freely sit there without worrying about disturbing others. Usually, there was always someone sitting there.
He watched the area while pretending to read the magazine he was carrying. Several people were seen passing by in front of the substation, but they did not stop. There were also people sitting not far from where Chioujen was sitting. They all didn't care about Chioujen's existence at all.
Chioujen was really nervous and restless. Never before had anything like this happened in his life. He couldn't calm himself down. Chioujen repeatedly looked left and right. He'd never done anything like that before. Chioujen wondered to himself about the clothes he was wearing now. He didn't know that the clothes were effective enough or whether they made him more conspicuous so that he would be easily recognized by passersby. Chioujen was not an undercover agent or someone who had received training in espionage. So he really didn't know if what he was doing was right or wrong. The things he was doing right now were purely based on his instincts.