Chioujen looked at Iren. His gaze was so sharp. "Are you sure, Renge? A pen like this isn't an expensive pen. Lots of people have it. Maybe even in our housing complex there are some people who also have it."
The pen was very short. The length was only half of the length of the pen in general. Iren laughed the first time he saw that kind of pen. Such a shape reminded him of a pencil that was sharpened too often.
"Of course I'm sure," Iren answered firmly. "Shyongge, please explain to him."
Yihshyong turned to Iren. "Why should I explain? It's your pen."
"At that time, it was Shyongge who gave the mark to this pen!"
Yihshyong nodded. "Ah! You're right. I remember now."
"Okay! Let me just tell the story," said Iren.
"Just tell us briefly," Chioujen said.
Iren looked at Chioujen, Jinqkang, Gongshi, and Pinghe before starting to give an explanation.
"About four months ago, Dahge came home with a gift shaped like a brick. He said one of the loyal customers at the bookstore where he worked that day gave gifts to every employee there."
Iren stopped talking for a while. After taking a breath, he continued his words.
"When we opened it, we found the box contained half a dozen pens. They were all the same shape and color. Because there are five of us, we each got one pen."
"Then how about the other one?" Chioujen cut Iren's words.
"We planned to give it to you when you get home," Yihshyong said.
"You never told me about this when I called home," Chioujen said.
"Because a few days later, the pen that we planned to give you was no longer there," said Iren.
"I'll try to guess! You must have given it to one of our neighbors," said Chioujen.
Yihshyong laughed. "You're right! We gave it to Mr. Horngshi. That time he came here to borrow something. Just as he was leaving the house, the postman came to his house. He borrowed a pen to sign the receipt for the package. Because he didn't bring a pen with him. , so he asked us if we had a pen. At that time, we put your pen on the television. So, without thinking, Jenqyih immediately gave it to Mr. Horngshi. After that, he went straight into his house to open the package and forgot to return the pen. We also forgot to ask him. A week later, he just remembered that he borrowed the pen. But unfortunately he forgot where he put it. So instead, he bought us another pen. Dahge kept the pen. If you want, you can ask Dahge directly when he gets home."
"Then what makes Renge sure that this is Renge's pen? Not the pen that Renge gave Mr. Horngshi."
"You see this?" Iren showed a piece of plaster attached to the center of the pen rod.
"So Renge stuck this tape to this pen?" "I didn't stick it to this thing. It was Shyongge." Iren pointed at Yihshyong.
"Why did Shyongge put the plaster here? What makes this pen different from the others?"
"I told you earlier that the six pens are all the same shape and color. But after we tried one by one, it turned out that there was a difference. Five of the pens were black ink, while the other one was blue ink. So, I' was sticking this thing as a clue as to which pen was blue ink," Yihshyong said. "Then, although there may be many people who have this type of pen, I think in our housing complex there is only one pen of this type, which has a plaster patch right in the middle of the pen shaft. So it is reasonable to think that it is Iren's pen that yesterday morning brought by Shinnshiow."
Chioujen nodded. "Let's make sure first that the ink that comes out of this pen is blue ink."
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"Jinqkang," said Iren. "Please write down the license plate number of the motorcycle."
Jinqkang immediately wrote down the plate number he saw. It turned out to be true. Indeed, the pen was blue ink.
"Thank you," Yihshyong said. He jumped in front of their phone right away. Yihshyong quickly turned on Huahshiang to inform the police that they had found Shinnshiow's pen. Yihshyong briefly recounted what had just happened. After he finished telling the information, he seemed to be listening seriously to what the police had to say.
"What did the police say?" Chioujen asked shortly after Yihshyong cut off the conversation with the police.
"The police were already suspicious. The motorcyclist and passenger wanted to get out of there quickly. They suspected they were evading. So the police investigated it straight away. There is no certainty yet, but the police said there was a possibility that the plate number was fake. So they hope we won't be too disappointed if the investigation into that doesn't turn out as we expected."
"So, there is a possibility that this thing will hit a dead end again," Chioujen said.
"What about Dahge? Have the police got any leads?" Iren asked.
"Absolutely nothing. This is very strange. Dahge seems to have been swallowed up by the earth," Yihshyong said.
"It means that what happened was similar to before," said Iren.
"You mean when Dahge passed out in the toilet?" Yihshyong asked.
"Right!" Iren said.
Jinqkang, Gongshi, and Pinghe had confused expressions on their faces when they heard Iren and Yihshyong's conversation.
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"Does Mr. Duanmuh suffer from a certain disease?" Jinqkang asked.
"We don't know. He seems fine. But sometimes, people don't know they have a disease until it gets worse."
"Does Mr. Duanmuh not want to see a doctor?"
"We've already planned that," Yihshyong said. "But then things like this happen."
"Dahge will go to the doctor after all this problem is over," said Iren. "Of course, we hope that it just happened because he was exhausted."
Chioujen looked at Yihshyong. "What else did the police say?"
"They said Tsaehorng had also contacted them. So the police already know that we have a vehicle to go to the location where the ransom will be handed over tonight."
"I don't know if this will be useful enough or not." Iren suddenly spoke out loud. "While Mr. Pinghe is still here, how about we ask him again for his help to sketch the faces of the two people who rode the motorcycle?"
"This is an excellent suggestion," Chioujen said. "The sooner the better. It has to be done when Jinqkang still remembers the faces of the two people very well."
"I still remember well, Sir!" Jinqkang said.
"Mr. Pinghe?" Yihshyong asked. "Are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir!" Mr. Pinghe nodded vigorously. "You can count on me. I promised Mr. Mingju."
Yihshyong looked at the clock hanging on the dining room wall. His face looked a little tense. "Then, Jinqkang, you give Mr. Pinghe the information about the two people's characteristics. I'll take a shower first, then we'll go."
"Are we all going there?" Jinqkang asked.
"Of course not. Someone has to look after the house." Yihshyong pointed at Chioujen. "This Chioujen hasn't been in this house for a long time, so I give him this honor."
"So now it's my turn to guard the house?" Chioujen shook his head with a wry smile.
"As Shyongge just said, you haven't been relaxing in this house for a long time. Think of this as your chance to enjoy the atmosphere here. Isn't our presence here only a matter of days?" Iren said.
"Then what about Mr. Pinghe?" asked Chioujen.
"Mr. Pinghe won't go anywhere. Later, he still has to draw the sketches of the girl's face." Yihshyong said.
"Right," said Iren. "Although we already have two sketches of the girl's face based on your and my testimony, there is nothing wrong with adding more sketches based on information from Yihge and Tsaehorng."
"Besides, I think, tonight, Tsaehorng will take Mr. Pinghe home after Mr. Pinghe finishes his work," Yihshyong said.
Pinghe just nodded. He said nothing.
Chioujen laughed. "Okay! Don't worry. I'll take good care of the house. But it is definitely far from relaxing."
"Alright! Now I'm going to take a shower first," said Yihshyong. He immediately ran into the bathroom. He took a quick shower. After taking a shower, he went straight to the bedroom to change clothes.
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Yihshyong wasn't in the bedroom for long. In an instant, he had reappeared in front of his friends. He was wearing neat clothes.
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"What do you think?" Yihshyong asked.
"Your clothes don't seem to fit. You don't look like someone who wants to give ransom," said Iren. "More like someone going to a meeting at the office."
"Is there a special style for people who want to meet the kidnappers?" Yihshyong asked. "It's an official event, after all."
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"It's up to Shyongge!" Iren laughed.
Chioujen raised his hand. "Shyongge, if I may, I'll give you a suggestion."
"Go ahead. Just say it!"
"I don't think wearing work clothes like this isn't such a bad idea. I mean, since you're replacing Beaushu, then wouldn't it be a lot better if you wear clothes that suit Beaushu's style. He loves to wear shirts, ties, and vests."
Yihshyong thought for a moment. "You mean to make me look more like Dahge? At night, people won't be able to see clearly. From a distance, they'll probably think I'm Dahge." "
"That's right," said Chioujen. "Does Shyongge think it's worth trying?"
"Things have become like this. I think we should try any way," said Yihshyong.
After saying that, Yihshyong entered Shannchyuan's unlocked bedroom. Not only Shannchyuan's bedroom, the other bedrooms were also unlocked. Under no circumstances did they ever locked the bedroom doors. Except when no one was home.
After about five minutes in the room, Yihshyong came out. This time he was already wearing one of Shannchyuan's clothes. Not only wearing a vest, he was wearing a full suit.
"Wow! You really do look like Mr. Duanmuh," Jinqkang exclaimed.
"Have you finished giving information to Mr. Pinghe?" Yihshyong asked.
"It's over already, Sir!"
"Now where is Mr. Pinghe?"
"He said he was a bit sleepy, so I suggested he rest for a while. Maybe his eyes or hands are a bit tired," said Iren.
"Which room is he in?" Yihshyong asked. "He isn't in my room. And he certainly isn't in Dahge's."
"He didn't want to rest inside any room, instead choosing to sit on the back porch." Iren said quietly.
"How can we let him rest there?" said Yihshyong.
"Maybe he's used to doing things like that," Chioujen said. "After all, looking at plants will make one feel calmer."
Yihshyong nodded. "As for me now, is it really that much like Dahge?"
Everyone nodded.
"Good!" Yihshyong smiled. "Although I don't feel that my appearance this time makes me so similar to Dahge. But if you say so, of course I have to believe it."
"Hopefully, the dark night will make you look more like Dahge," said Iren.