"Mr. Ding, hello, my name is Gao Fei. I have a matter I'd like to consult you about," Gao Fei said politely.
"What is it?" Ding Qiuchen asked, perplexed.
"Mr. Ding, do you have a computer here?"
"Yes."
"I need the computer to play you a video."
"What video?"
"About a tattoo."
"Tattoo? Wait here, I'll go get it!" Ding Qiuchen pushed his chair back, stood up, and then headed towards the house. A few minutes later, Ding Qiuchen came back with a small laptop.
Gao Fei took out a storage hard drive, inserted it into the computer's USB port, then clicked a few times with the mouse, and then a video appeared on the computer screen...
When the thief's wrist tattoo appeared, Ding Qiuchen was immediately stunned: "This tattoo..."
"Mr. Ding, do you recognize this tattoo?" Gao Fei asked unperturbed.
"Recognize it, of course, I do," Ding Qiuchen nodded. "This tattoo was made by my own hand."
"Are you sure?"