Jinqkang obeyed. He sat beside Jenqyih. They didn't have to wait too long. About ten minutes later, Shiuander appeared from the other side of the door.
"I'm sorry it took me a while. I have to find this stuff first." Shiuander brandished the book he was carrying.
"What book is that, Sir?" Iren looked sharply at the object in Shiuander's hand.
"This is a catalog of objects that are props for film production."
"Have you ever worked in the film industry?" Jinqkang asked.
"As I once told Mr. Shimen, I have worked in various fields. But I have never made a film. At that time, I was only a kind of supplier of properties used in film production. In fact, I wasn't really the supplier, because I was only connecting those who made the film with the original supplier. You could say that I was just a kind of broker. I got this catalog from that supplier."
Iren had caught Shiuander's point. This old man had tried various kinds of work. It wouldn't be strange if he had a great deal of experience.
After sitting on the couch, Shiuander immediately opened the catalog book. He flipped through the pages in the catalog.
Ah! Hopefully, this is the bright spot we need!
"Take a look at this page." Shiuander pointed at one of the catalog pages.
The catalog book contains pictures of items that people who want to make films can order. The page Shiuander showed them was a page that contained descriptions of the types of handcuffs offered by the supplier.
"These handcuffs are very similar to Mr. Gongyang's," said Jenqyih. He pointed to a picture of handcuffs on the page.
"The details are on another page," Shiuander said. He turned a few pages and showed everyone. On that page, the pictures were bigger and taken from different angles. The specifications were also written in full. It was exactly the same as Songfei's handcuffs lying on the table.
Iren breathed a sigh of relief.
"How about a trimmer like this one?" Jenqyih frowned.
Shiuander flipped through the pages in the catalog. He couldn't find a mustache trimmer there.
"Maybe it's in another catalog," Shiuander said. "When I moved here, I didn't take all my stuff with me. I left a lot of things in the old house. So it was only a coincidence that I took this catalog with me."
"Is the supplier of these things still active in business?" Jenqyih's face looked hopeful.
"As far as I know, he is still active. But I don't know whether he is currently in this city or not. I have to contact him first."
"We have to hurry," Jenqyih said. "Our time is very limited."
"All right! I'm going home now to contact the supplier," Shiuander said. After that, he stood up and walked out straightway.
"Now, what are our plans?" Jenqyih asked after Shiuander had left their front yard.
"Is there anything else you forgot to say?" Yihshyong glared at Jenqyih. He noticed the look on Jenqyih's face.
"I see..." Jenqyih winced. "Not that I forgot. The police just called us again."
"When will the police contact us again?" Asked Iren.
"Right after you left the house to pick up the bag that you left at Mr. Shiuander's house earlier."
"What did the police say?" Iren asked.
Jinqkang obeyed. He sat beside Jenqyih. They didn't have to wait too long. About ten minutes later, Shiuander appeared from the other side of the door.
"I'm sorry it took me a while. I have to find this stuff first." Shiuander brandished the book he was carrying.
"What book is that, Sir?" Iren looked sharply at the object in Shiuander's hand.
"This is a catalog of objects that are props for film production."
"Have you ever worked in the film industry?" Jinqkang asked.
"As I once told Mr. Shimen, I have worked in various fields. But I have never made a film. At that time, I was only a kind of supplier of properties used in film production. In fact, I wasn't really the supplier, because I was only connecting those who made the film with the original supplier. You could say that I was just a kind of broker. I got this catalog from that supplier."
Iren had caught Shiuander's point. This old man had tried various kinds of work. It wouldn't be strange if he had a great deal of experience.
After sitting on the couch, Shiuander immediately opened the catalog book. He flipped through the pages in the catalog.
Ah! Hopefully, this is the bright spot we need!
"Take a look at this page." Shiuander pointed at one of the catalog pages.
The catalog book contains pictures of items that people who want to make films can order. The page Shiuander showed them was a page that contained descriptions of the types of handcuffs offered by the supplier.
"These handcuffs are very similar to Mr. Gongyang's," said Jenqyih. He pointed to a picture of handcuffs on the page.
"The details are on another page," Shiuander said. He turned a few pages and showed everyone. On that page, the pictures were bigger and taken from different angles. The specifications were also written in full. It was exactly the same as Songfei's handcuffs lying on the table.
Iren breathed a sigh of relief.
"How about a trimmer like this one?" Jenqyih frowned.
Shiuander flipped through the pages in the catalog. He couldn't find a mustache trimmer there.
"Maybe it's in another catalog," Shiuander said. "When I moved here, I didn't take all my stuff with me. I left a lot of things in the old house. So it was only a coincidence that I took this catalog with me."
"Is the supplier of these things still active in business?" Jenqyih's face looked hopeful.
"As far as I know, he is still active. But I don't know whether he is currently in this city or not. I have to contact him first."
"We have to hurry," Jenqyih said. "Our time is very limited."
"All right! I'm going home now to contact the supplier," Shiuander said. After that, he stood up and walked out straightway.
"Now, what are our plans?" Jenqyih asked after Shiuander had left their front yard.
"Is there anything else you forgot to say?" Yihshyong glared at Jenqyih. He noticed the look on Jenqyih's face.
"I see..." Jenqyih winced. "Not that I forgot. The police just called us again."
"When will the police contact us again?" Asked Iren.
"Right after you left the house to pick up the bag that you left at Mr. Shiuander's house earlier."
"What did the police say?" Iren asked.
