Qiuzhen showed a half-disbelievable look on his face when he heard Shanquan's words. His eyebrows were raised so high. Shanquan could see an obvious frown on Qiuzhen's forehead.

"When did it happen?"

"This morning. The kidnappers also called our house. They said they would call again tonight at ten."

"Then why is Biaoshu hanging around this station now?"

"This kidnapping incident most likely has something to do with Songfei's matter. The police asked for the things that were in Songfei's bag. Since the police have already taken care of this case, like it or not, we have to hand these things over to them. There are some important matters such as writings or photographs. We all agreed that we should have copies of those things. So I am here to copy those writings and photographs."

Qiuzhen nodded. "I agree. We should have copies of the things we currently have in our hands."

"I know you must be thinking the same thing."

"So, there are already police in our house?"

"There are no police in our house. They were worried that the kidnappers were watching our house, so they chose to keep watch somewhere else close to our house."

"Alright! I understand. Biaoshu, just go home now, please." Qiuzhen let out those words at a fast tempo. "I'll still be here for a while. Later, at a little less than ten, I'll be heading back home!"

"I have more to say." Shanquan reached into his shirt pocket. He gave a business card to Qiuzhen.

"Linghu Weideng." Qiuzhen read the name written on the business card. "Isn't this person one of Songfei's friends?"

"Right. Just like us, he is not in the detective and mystery club. I don't know if that fact is related or not, but Songfei believes in this person."

"Like he believed us?"

"Yes! Songfei also left things to him."

"When did Biaoshu meet this person?"

Shanquan then recounted his meeting with Linghu Weideng, which happened two days ago. Qiuzhen listened attentively.

"Biaoshu wants me to contact this person to find out more?"

"No. He doesn't know much more than we do. So now I'm just asking for your opinion."

"I disagree. The things that Mr. Linghu knows consciously, maybe as much as we do. However, he may know something else, but he doesn't know that he knows."

"Ah! That information is hidden in his subconscious?"

Qiuzhen nodded. "We can't possibly rule out such a possibility."

"So, you think we really need to call him?"

"Yes, but not now. I think, for now, our focus is on getting Xiuge home safely. Of course, we can't deny that Songfei's matter is also important, but we must have priorities. At least until we find out exactly what Xiuge's captors really want."

"I think you're right." Shanquan nodded. "We'll see how this problem develops." After looking at his watch, Shanquan got up from the chair. "Regarding your early arrival, do you intend to tell our friends about it?"

"What do you think, Biaoshu? What should I do?"

"It's up to you! Songfei asked you to keep this a secret. I think he also has some reasons."

"Okay. I'll stick to the original plan. I'll tell the others that I just arrived in this city today."

Stolen novel; please report.

"You said earlier that there were things you wanted to talk about. I think, apart from the package from Songfei, there are other things you want to discuss. What is it?"

"It will take a long time to tell what happened to me. I'll tell you another time."

"Are the things you want to tell me not urgent?"

Qiuzhen was silent for a while. "I think they are crucial matters. But now Biaoshu have to hurry home. I'll tell you when I get home."

"Well, I'll just go along if you think it's better." Shanquan cupped his palms in front of his lips.

"When Biaoshu left the house, wasn't Biaoshu afraid that the kidnappers would follow Biaoshu and snatch the things Biaoshu was carrying? Isn't it most likely that they are after those things?"

"I didn't leave the house through the front door."

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind! I'll tell you later. Right now, I want to go home first." Shanquan was ready to leave the place. "How about you? Have you packed yet?"

"I've been packing since. That's the only thing I brought." Qiuzhen pointed to a backpack and a medium-sized plastic bag lying not far from where he was sitting.

Shanquan looked at the watch he was wearing. He still had a little time, but maybe it wasn't enough. He sighed. "Later, before going home, can you get something for me?"

"I will do it. What stuff do Biaoshu mean?"

"There is a photo that I re-photographs. It takes a while to print the photo. But I think, at a little less than ten o'clock, they will finish the photo printing. So, I want you to take the results of the re-photo process." Shanquan held out a piece of receipt paper.

"It's all paid?" Qiuzhen took the paper from Shanquan's hand. A piece of paper that he will have to show when taking the photo.

Shanquan laughed. "Don't worry. I've paid for it. All you have to do is take the printed photo."

Qiuzhen smiled. "Then, no problem." He looked at the paper in his hand. He raised his eyebrows when he realized the shape of the paper.

"It's a strange shape, isn't it? A regular hexagon," said Shanquan.

"Very unique," Qiuzhen nodded. "What do you think, the philosophy behind this unusual shape?"

Shanquan shrugged. "Later, you can ask the shopkeeper about it."

Qiuzhen laughed. "I'm sure he doesn't know either."

Shanquan nodded. "Could be. Or maybe we are thinking too far. It is quite possible that there is no philosophy behind this choice of paper form."

"Yes. Perhaps the shop owner just wanted to show their uniqueness."

Shanquan looked at his watch again. "Why don't you come with me to the mall? I'll show you the shop you have to go to."

The two came out of the room and immediately rushed out of the simple inn. Shanquan and Qiuzhen walked so fast that in no time, they almost arrived at the shop where they were going.

"That's the shop!" Shanquan pointed to a kiosk that served document copying and photo printing.

"Okay! I'll be there right before leaving this place." Qiuzhen nodded.

Suddenly Shanquan shuffled quickly and entered a shop beside them. Qiuzhen followed Shanquan's footsteps right away.

"What is it, Biaoshu?"

"That's our neighbor over there." Shanquan pointed at the stall he was pointing at. In front of the stall, two people were talking while standing. Shanquan was surprised as he turned to Qiuzhen. The friend gasped as his eyes fell on the two of them.

What is this? Does Qiuzhen recognize them?

"Which one is our neighbor?" Qiuzhen's eyes remained glued to the two people.

"The one on the left is our neighbor," Shanquan answered in such a low volume.

"The one in that dark green coat?"

"Right!"

"Who's he?"

"His name is Hongxi Gaochi. I don't know what he does."

"Then why is Biaoshu afraid to meet him?"

"I'm not afraid. I just don't want to meet him. He really likes to talk. Every time he meets us, he will definitely ask you to have a long chat. Under the current circumstances, such an activity would obviously be a waste of time. What's more, I came out here in secret. That person seemed to have a sharp gaze. This kind of make-up, most likely, won't make him not recognize me." Shanquan explained the reason. "And after that, he will definitely ask why I wear clothes like this."