"Are you here also to ask for further information from us about last night's events?" Jenqyih guessed with a smile.
"That's not it either, Sir! Later this afternoon, another officer will come here to ask about that matter, from you gentlemen."
"Is this related to our friend, Duanmuh Shannchyuan's whereabouts?" Yihshyong said that with narrowed eyes.
Chioulin shook his head again. "Regarding that, we're sorry that we haven't received any new leads."
He paused. Maybe set the order of the words he would throw. Everyone was waiting patiently.
"Look, Sir! We have interviewed the eyewitnesses who were present in the emergency room when Mr. Beeihae was brought in there."
"So the police have sketched the face of the guy who dropped off Shinnshiow? Can we see the sketch, Sir?" Yihshyong's voice sounded very excited.
Chioulin Shinnjaang turned again to his colleague named Chuanduan Shiangren. The police immediately opened the bag and took out a piece of paper.
Since their initial arrival, only this Chioulin had spoken to us. The two friends just kept silent. Isn't this tantamount to waste? It would be better for Chioulin to come here alone.
"Please, Sir, look at the sketch of this face." Chioulin Shinnjaang handed the paper to Yihshyong.
"Oh! This is.... " Yihshyong's expression changed drastically. "Jenqyih, look at this!" He gave the paper to Yihshyong.
This is Mr. Horngshi's face!
Iren, Tsaehorng, Jinqkang, Chioujen, and Tsaehorng's driver also came over. Iren stared at the sketch of the face.
"What do you think?" Yihshyong asked his friends.
Jenqyih and Iren simultaneously shouted, "This is Mr. Horngshi indeed!"
"I've never seen him, our new neighbor. So I can't really say much." Chioujen stared at the sketch without blinking.
Tsaehorng frowned. "I did see him before. That was when I first came here. But even that was only a glimpse of him. So I'm not sure."
"How about you?" Jenqyih asked Jinqkang.
Jinqkang shook his head. "Same as Mr. Jongharng. I've never seen Mr. Horngshi either."
"Look at it one more time," Tsaehorng said.
Jinqkang narrowed his eyes. He looked at the face in the sketch with great caution. After observing for about thirty seconds, he finally opened his mouth. "This face is indeed similar to the face of the person driving the car that was hit by a motorist in front of the grocery store there."
Tsaehorng's driver said nothing. Jenqyih could understand it. That person knew absolutely nothing about Horngshi Gauchyh.
"So it's true that the person who sent Shinnshiow to the hospital was Mr. Horngshi." Iren nodded.
Yihshyong looked straight at Chioulin. He cupped his hands together and touched the outsides of his forefingers to his chin and lower lip.
"So the troops outside are going to rush into the house next door?"
"That's right, Sir!" Chioulin looked at his watch. "In about thirty seconds, the police will storm into the house."
"But it looks like the house is empty," Chioujen said. "Since coming back here, I have never seen anyone come out of that house."
"When did you last see Mr. Horngshi?" Chioulin looked one by one at everyone currently crammed into the living room.
"I can't remember the last time I saw him." Yihshyong bit his lower lip. "Iren, how about you?"
"Are you here also to ask for further information from us about last night's events?" Jenqyih guessed with a smile.
"That's not it either, Sir! Later this afternoon, another officer will come here to ask about that matter, from you gentlemen."
"Is this related to our friend, Duanmuh Shannchyuan's whereabouts?" Yihshyong said that with narrowed eyes.
Chioulin shook his head again. "Regarding that, we're sorry that we haven't received any new leads."
He paused. Maybe set the order of the words he would throw. Everyone was waiting patiently.
"Look, Sir! We have interviewed the eyewitnesses who were present in the emergency room when Mr. Beeihae was brought in there."
"So the police have sketched the face of the guy who dropped off Shinnshiow? Can we see the sketch, Sir?" Yihshyong's voice sounded very excited.
Chioulin Shinnjaang turned again to his colleague named Chuanduan Shiangren. The police immediately opened the bag and took out a piece of paper.
Since their initial arrival, only this Chioulin had spoken to us. The two friends just kept silent. Isn't this tantamount to waste? It would be better for Chioulin to come here alone.
"Please, Sir, look at the sketch of this face." Chioulin Shinnjaang handed the paper to Yihshyong.
"Oh! This is.... " Yihshyong's expression changed drastically. "Jenqyih, look at this!" He gave the paper to Yihshyong.
This is Mr. Horngshi's face!
Iren, Tsaehorng, Jinqkang, Chioujen, and Tsaehorng's driver also came over. Iren stared at the sketch of the face.
"What do you think?" Yihshyong asked his friends.
Jenqyih and Iren simultaneously shouted, "This is Mr. Horngshi indeed!"
"I've never seen him, our new neighbor. So I can't really say much." Chioujen stared at the sketch without blinking.
Tsaehorng frowned. "I did see him before. That was when I first came here. But even that was only a glimpse of him. So I'm not sure."
"How about you?" Jenqyih asked Jinqkang.
Jinqkang shook his head. "Same as Mr. Jongharng. I've never seen Mr. Horngshi either."
"Look at it one more time," Tsaehorng said.
Jinqkang narrowed his eyes. He looked at the face in the sketch with great caution. After observing for about thirty seconds, he finally opened his mouth. "This face is indeed similar to the face of the person driving the car that was hit by a motorist in front of the grocery store there."
Tsaehorng's driver said nothing. Jenqyih could understand it. That person knew absolutely nothing about Horngshi Gauchyh.
"So it's true that the person who sent Shinnshiow to the hospital was Mr. Horngshi." Iren nodded.
Yihshyong looked straight at Chioulin. He cupped his hands together and touched the outsides of his forefingers to his chin and lower lip.
"So the troops outside are going to rush into the house next door?"
"That's right, Sir!" Chioulin looked at his watch. "In about thirty seconds, the police will storm into the house."
"But it looks like the house is empty," Chioujen said. "Since coming back here, I have never seen anyone come out of that house."
"When did you last see Mr. Horngshi?" Chioulin looked one by one at everyone currently crammed into the living room.
"I can't remember the last time I saw him." Yihshyong bit his lower lip. "Iren, how about you?"
