Another young man stood in front of the bedroom door. The door was not closed so that the young man could clearly see the person in the room. The person sitting on the bed was so engrossed in reading the book in his hand. On the bed, the other books were neatly lined up.
"What book are you reading?" The young man entered the bedroom. He immediately walked closer to the young man who was reading a book.
The young man who was reading the book looked up. He didn't look the least bit surprised to see someone else in his room.
"I found these books on the street."
"What about the owner?"
"Perhaps these books fell when the owner passed that place. Maybe this wooden box fell from the motorbike he was riding."
"How did you know the person was riding a motorcycle?"
"I don't know. I'm just guessing. If he was just on foot, there's no way he wouldn't have noticed something had fallen. If he was in a car, it's unlikely this wooden box would fall."
"He could have been riding in the pickup. This wooden box is in the pickup at the back of the vehicle."
"Ah! You're right. That is another possibility."
"What are these books about?"
"I've only just read this book. I don't know what the other books are about. But I think they are all related. There are numbers written on the covers of these books."
"So what you read was the first volume?"
"No. The first volume isn't here. It's probably in another box."
"So, what's in the book you're reading?"
"A very strange story. This isn't the first volume. So, I'm a little confused."
"May I see?"
The bedroom owner gave the book he was holding to the newcomer.
"Are you done reading it?"
"Yes. When you came in earlier, I had just finished reading the last page. As I said, there are things I don't understand. Maybe I should find the owner of these books to be able to read the story of the first part of these books."
"May I read it here?"
"Of course. But I'll just have to go now! I'll go back to where I found this box. It's possible that the owner of this box may decide to return to the streets he was on."
"So you're going to find the owner?"
"I don't know. I don't have any specific plans. Once I get there, I'll think about the next steps."
"Okay! I'll wait here."
"Don't leave before I come back."
"Don't you worry." The guest nodded.
The owner of the bedroom smiled. Without wasting much time, he darted out of the house.
Another young man stood in front of the bedroom door. The door was not closed so that the young man could clearly see the person in the room. The person sitting on the bed was so engrossed in reading the book in his hand. On the bed, the other books were neatly lined up.
"What book are you reading?" The young man entered the bedroom. He immediately walked closer to the young man who was reading a book.
The young man who was reading the book looked up. He didn't look the least bit surprised to see someone else in his room.
"I found these books on the street."
"What about the owner?"
"Perhaps these books fell when the owner passed that place. Maybe this wooden box fell from the motorbike he was riding."
"How did you know the person was riding a motorcycle?"
"I don't know. I'm just guessing. If he was just on foot, there's no way he wouldn't have noticed something had fallen. If he was in a car, it's unlikely this wooden box would fall."
"He could have been riding in the pickup. This wooden box is in the pickup at the back of the vehicle."
"Ah! You're right. That is another possibility."
"What are these books about?"
"I've only just read this book. I don't know what the other books are about. But I think they are all related. There are numbers written on the covers of these books."
"So what you read was the first volume?"
"No. The first volume isn't here. It's probably in another box."
"So, what's in the book you're reading?"
"A very strange story. This isn't the first volume. So, I'm a little confused."
"May I see?"
The bedroom owner gave the book he was holding to the newcomer.
"Are you done reading it?"
"Yes. When you came in earlier, I had just finished reading the last page. As I said, there are things I don't understand. Maybe I should find the owner of these books to be able to read the story of the first part of these books."
"May I read it here?"
"Of course. But I'll just have to go now! I'll go back to where I found this box. It's possible that the owner of this box may decide to return to the streets he was on."
"So you're going to find the owner?"
"I don't know. I don't have any specific plans. Once I get there, I'll think about the next steps."
"Okay! I'll wait here."
"Don't leave before I come back."
"Don't you worry." The guest nodded.
The owner of the bedroom smiled. Without wasting much time, he darted out of the house.
