LinMusen

Six people live together under one roof. After losing their job, they are almost driven out of the house. One day their friend who was in danger calls to ask for help. Unexpectedly, they are involved in an event they have never imagined before!

POV : Third Person Limited Shifting (Multiple Characters)
Names and places are written using Gwoyeu Romatzyh 

Since there is no Italic Font, then Double "less than" and "greater than" signs are used to describe the character's inner thoughts.

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Author : Lin Musen 
Copyright @ 2022 Lin Musen

Six Wordy Dragons

"I don't think so. His writing isn't as neat as this. The shapes of some letters aren't the same either. Jenqyih, what do you think?" Yihshyong handed the paper to Jenqyih.


<<This is definitely not Shinnshiow's writing. But why did Shyongge seem to hesitate? Why didn't he just say that this wasn't Shinnshiow's handwriting?>>


"I don't think so, Sir. Shinnshiow usually writes letters wider than this. Besides, the angles he makes tend to be broken. They don't curve as smoothly as this writing," said Jenqyih.


"What's the matter, Sir?" Yihshyong looked so curious.


"Nothing. We just have to check if this is Mr. Beeihae's writing."


<<It's impossible for them to come all the way here just to make sure whether the scribbles on this paper are Shinnshiow's writings or not. After all, what if this was Shinnshiow's writing? Just like before, they were reluctant to come clean. Even to this moment, they still act like that, even though Shinnshiow has been found.>>


"Are the clothes that Mr. Beeihae was wearing the same clothes when he was kidnapped? Yihshyong's tone was very serious.


"The clothes Mr. Beeihae was wearing were different from the clothes gentlemen here described previously. So the kidnappers had given him new clothes. That's why we asked about the paper we found in the pocket of the clothes."


Jenqyih nodded at Chioulin Shinnjaang's words.


"Please, Sir." Jenqyih had no other choice but to give the paper back to Chioulin.


"Excuse me, Sir! Did gentlemen come here just to ask this?" Yihshyong asked.


"Of course not, Sir! There is something else." Chioulin Shinnjaang turned to his other co-worker.


The police officer named Chuanduan Shiangren opened the bag he was carrying. He took out a transparent plastic bag. Inside the plastic bag was a cloth that looked crumpled.


"What cloth is that, Sir?" Yihshyong asked.


"This is a handkerchief," Chuanduan replied.


Yihshyong's brow furrowed. "What? A handkerchief?"


Jenqyih was also no less surprised. The handkerchief, which was quite unique, was light blue. Apart from being much larger than a normal handkerchief, the shape was also odd, namely a rhombus instead of a square.


"Is this handkerchief belonging to Mr. Beeihae?" Chioulin Shinnjaang took the plastic bag from his coworker's hand. He then gave it to Yihshyong.


"I don't think this handkerchief belongs to Mr. Beeihae." Yihshyong answered firmly.


It was beyond Jenqyih's prediction. He had thought that, just like before, Yihshyong would think for a bit before answering Chioulin's question.


<<It's uncertain that the handkerchief didn't belong to Shinnshiow either. Does Shyongge know all the items that Shinnshiow has? And why did Shyongge decide to reply so quickly?>>


"Thank you, Sir!" Chioulin said. "We found this handkerchief lying at a point in the hospital parking lot. The car that brought Mr. Beeihae was previously parked there."


"That means this handkerchief belongs to the person who brought Mr. Beeihae there." Jenqyih tried to draw conclusions.


"Everything is still a possibility, Sir. We also must not be rash in drawing conclusions," said Chioulin.


"Other than this, was there anything else that led you here?" Yihshyong seemed to realize that the scribbled papers and the handkerchief were not the only reason the police were present at their home.


"That's right, Sir! Besides the things we have mentioned, we still have another goal. And that is precisely the most important thing."


Chapter 411 : Dongfang Jenqyih