"The last time I saw him was the day of Shinnshiow's kidnapping. I saw him pass in front of the house after Jenqyih and Shinnshiow had walked away."
"That's right! I remember," Jenqyih said. "At that time, Mr. Horngshi greeted us. After that, we were involved in a conversation. It wasn't just the two of us. There was a small child who approached us. The kid, I believe he is the child of one of our neighbors, even asked Mr. Horngshi for candy."
"Then what happened after that?" Yihshyong asked.
"Nothing happened. Mr. Horngshi wanted to take a tour of the housing complex while we walked out of the complex. I parted ways with Shinnshiow at the bus stop."
"Did he ask all sorts of questions, then?" asked Iren.
"Not as I recall. He was just as casual as any other day."
There was a noise. Everyone suddenly fell silent.
Chioulin Shinnjaang looked at his partner. Yanguu Herngshyong nodded. It seemed the Special Weapons and Tactics Squad had stormed into Horngshi's house. But Chioulin Shinnjaang and his two colleagues waited quietly in the living room of their house.
"One moment, Sir! I have something to do. Please excuse me a moment." Yihshyong suddenly got up from the couch.
Eh? What does he mean? What seems so urgent?
"Please, Sir! We will wait here," Chioulin said.
"Chioujen and Iren. You are sitting here accompanying these policemen." Yihshyong turned his head towards the family room. Before leaving the living room, with the fingers of his left hand, he signaled Jenqyih to follow him.
Right away, Iren and Chioujen sat on the couch, replacing Yihshyong and Jenqyih. Jenqyih walked after Yihshyong, who turned out to be going to the kitchen. Tsaehorng and the driver were sitting in the dining area.
"Shyongge, what's wrong?" Jenqyih asked after the two of them stood in the kitchen.
"We'll talk outside." Yihshyong pointed towards the backyard terrace.
After sitting down on the chair on the backyard terrace, Yihshyong took a deep breath before starting to speak.
"You must be wondering why I thought for a moment before answering that the writing on the paper was not Shinnshiow's."
Jenqyih nodded.
"Of course, at one glance, I could tell it was definitely not Shinnshiow's writing. I was just hesitating whether or not I should say something."
"What kind of something? Shyongge, Did you suspect that there was something odd about the writing? Was it about what was written on the paper?"
Yihshyong nodded quickly. "Yes! But it's not about what's written on the paper. As the policeman asked, it's about the shape of the handwriting."
"What did Shyongge think when you saw the writing on the paper?"
"You still don't get it, do you?"
Ah! Times like this. I hope Shyongge won't play a guessing game with me.
Jenqyih shook his head again. "The series of events that happened to us these past few days really made my brain dull."
"I'm sorry. It's not your fault. Maybe I got too excited."
"It's okay. I'm a little slow indeed. Now tell me."
"It looked exactly like Miss Liuchiou's handwriting."
"Hah?" Jenqyih was completely taken aback. It was completely beyond his expectations.
How could Shyongge think that I know about that?
"I have absolutely no idea how Miss Liuchiou's handwriting is." Jenqyih shook his head vigorously. "When did Shyongge notice what Miss Liuchiou's handwriting looked like?"
"The last time I saw him was the day of Shinnshiow's kidnapping. I saw him pass in front of the house after Jenqyih and Shinnshiow had walked away."
"That's right! I remember," Jenqyih said. "At that time, Mr. Horngshi greeted us. After that, we were involved in a conversation. It wasn't just the two of us. There was a small child who approached us. The kid, I believe he is the child of one of our neighbors, even asked Mr. Horngshi for candy."
"Then what happened after that?" Yihshyong asked.
"Nothing happened. Mr. Horngshi wanted to take a tour of the housing complex while we walked out of the complex. I parted ways with Shinnshiow at the bus stop."
"Did he ask all sorts of questions, then?" asked Iren.
"Not as I recall. He was just as casual as any other day."
There was a noise. Everyone suddenly fell silent.
Chioulin Shinnjaang looked at his partner. Yanguu Herngshyong nodded. It seemed the Special Weapons and Tactics Squad had stormed into Horngshi's house. But Chioulin Shinnjaang and his two colleagues waited quietly in the living room of their house.
"One moment, Sir! I have something to do. Please excuse me a moment." Yihshyong suddenly got up from the couch.
Eh? What does he mean? What seems so urgent?
"Please, Sir! We will wait here," Chioulin said.
"Chioujen and Iren. You are sitting here accompanying these policemen." Yihshyong turned his head towards the family room. Before leaving the living room, with the fingers of his left hand, he signaled Jenqyih to follow him.
Right away, Iren and Chioujen sat on the couch, replacing Yihshyong and Jenqyih. Jenqyih walked after Yihshyong, who turned out to be going to the kitchen. Tsaehorng and the driver were sitting in the dining area.
"Shyongge, what's wrong?" Jenqyih asked after the two of them stood in the kitchen.
"We'll talk outside." Yihshyong pointed towards the backyard terrace.
After sitting down on the chair on the backyard terrace, Yihshyong took a deep breath before starting to speak.
"You must be wondering why I thought for a moment before answering that the writing on the paper was not Shinnshiow's."
Jenqyih nodded.
"Of course, at one glance, I could tell it was definitely not Shinnshiow's writing. I was just hesitating whether or not I should say something."
"What kind of something? Shyongge, Did you suspect that there was something odd about the writing? Was it about what was written on the paper?"
Yihshyong nodded quickly. "Yes! But it's not about what's written on the paper. As the policeman asked, it's about the shape of the handwriting."
"What did Shyongge think when you saw the writing on the paper?"
"You still don't get it, do you?"
Ah! Times like this. I hope Shyongge won't play a guessing game with me.
Jenqyih shook his head again. "The series of events that happened to us these past few days really made my brain dull."
"I'm sorry. It's not your fault. Maybe I got too excited."
"It's okay. I'm a little slow indeed. Now tell me."
"It looked exactly like Miss Liuchiou's handwriting."
"Hah?" Jenqyih was completely taken aback. It was completely beyond his expectations.
How could Shyongge think that I know about that?
"I have absolutely no idea how Miss Liuchiou's handwriting is." Jenqyih shook his head vigorously. "When did Shyongge notice what Miss Liuchiou's handwriting looked like?"
