The people living in the house looked at each other.

"You mean Mr. Hongxi Gaochi?" Yiren asked.

"Yes, Sir! He introduced himself by that name," said Jingkang.

"I didn't know he had a car. I've never even seen him drive a car," Yixiong said.

"He said earlier that it was a rental car. Tomorrow he wants to go out of town," said Jingkang.

"Before you came, no cars stopped at the house next door," said Yiren. "I don't know when he brought the car home."

"Then what next?" Yixiong asked.

"After getting the affidavit he needed from the police, right away, he went to return the car to the car rental. He was afraid the accident had caused some damage that might get him into trouble if he took the car out of town. So, he wanted the car rental company to replace it with another car. He didn't want to take risks," said Jingkang.

"Then did the two people who rode the motorbike also leave immediately?" asked Qiuzhen.

"Yes, Sir! The motorbike wasn't damaged either. Since both parties didn't want to prolong the problem, the police let both parties go."

"What are their facial expressions like?" Gongxi, who had been silently enjoying his meal, suddenly made a sound.

"They seemed relieved when the police let them go," replied Jingkang.

"Is it really the motorcyclist's fault?" Gongxi asked another question.

"I don't know, Sir! I was talking to the police when it happened. We were just looking outside when the clerk at the grocery store screamed.”

"Are those two wearing orange and purple jackets?" Gongxi's constant questioning made Yixiong feel that there was something else Gongxi knew. It seemed that Gongxi wasn't just curious about the incident.

There's something else!

"Right, Sir! How did you know?"

“Earlier, when I entered this housing complex, I did not immediately find this house. I circled this housing complex four times before finally arriving in front of this house.“

Earlier, he hadn’t talked about it at all.

“When I was driving around in circles, I saw a motorbike being ridden by a person in an orange jacket. He was riding with someone wearing a purple jacket. They were also circling the roads within this housing complex. I didn’t know they were lost or, like me, were looking for a house here.”

Is that all?

Yixiong cast a glance at Pinghe. The man didn’t say anything about what Gongxi just said. He had finished drawing. He put the sketch on the table.

“It’s finished!” Qiuzhen shouted so loudly. “This is exactly what I remembered!” He pointed to the picture on the table.

I’ve never seen Qiuzhen so excited like this. Today is absolutely amazing!

Yiren, Jingkang, and Gongxi turned their heads towards Qiuzhen.

“Mr. Pinghe is great. Can draw so fast.” Yiren gave a thumbs up.

“Is there something missing?” Qiuzhen asked for Yiren’s consideration.

“It’s similar to the girl we saw earlier. But I think there are a few things I should add,” said Yiren.

Yixiong inched to see the mysterious girl’s face painted on the paper.

“Xiongge, what do you think?” Yiren asked.

"So this is her face. So beautiful!" Yixiong nodded. He rubbed his chin. "Yiren, now it's your turn. You switched places with Qiuzhen."

After changing places, Yiren immediately gave the girls’s descriptions to Pinghe. Because previously he had managed to draw the girl's face, this time there was a flash of confidence in Pinghe's eyes.

Caihong didn’t brag. This person is indeed talented.

This time, they all stopped conversing. Everyone noticed Pinghe, who was drawing with such a swift movement. Every few seconds, Yiren gave information about the details of the girl’s face. In less than ten minutes, the sketch of the girl’s face was finished.

Yixiong then compared the two facial sketches. He smiled.

I can’t deny that these two sketches depict the same person. It’s just that the second face sketch is more detailed. That makes sense because Yiren had seen the girl three times while Qiuzhen had only seen her once.

"Mr. Pinghe, you are very talented! This is very good," said Yixiong. The two sketches were lifelike. Yixiong seemed to see the expressions on the faces of people who were happy in the picture.

"Thank you, Sir! This is probably because I practice a lot."

“I think, next time, we should all ask Mr. Pinghe to make portraits of each of us,” said Yiren.

"That's right. But we have to wait until we solve all the problems. So, the lines of anxiety will not be painted," said Qiuzhen.

Pinghe just smiled. He did not comment.

"Now, Jingkang, please continue your story again!" Yiren sat back in his previous place. Turned out he was still very curious.

"Yes, Sir!" Jingkang laughed. He also seemed happy that Yiren told him to tell the story.

"Wait a minute!" Suddenly Qiuzhen interrupted. "Did you see the license plate number of the motorcycle that was involved in the accident?"

"Yes, Sir! I even remember the number." Jingkang replied with a very confident facial expression.

"Can you write it down?" asked Qiuzhen.

"What for?" Yiren asked. "The police must have recorded everything."

"But we don't know yet," said Qiuzhen. "Besides, if it wasn't hastily noted down, two hours from now, Jingkang would have forgotten."

Yixiong smiled. He also did not understand what Qiuzhen really meant. But he said nothing.

As usual. I’m sure that Qiuzhen already has certain conjectures.

From his shirt pocket, Qiuzhen took out a piece of paper. After giving the piece of paper to Jingkang, he looked around for stationery.

"No need, Sir! I have a pen," said Jingkang. He quickly took out a pen from his pocket.

"Hah?" Yiren shouted.

Yixiong turned to Yiren. His housemate seemed to gasp. Yiren quickly snatched the pen from Jingkang's hand. "Where did you get this pen from?"

Jingkang's mouth opened so wide. The young man looked so surprised. His brow furrowed. Yiren did that so suddenly. A split second after that, Jingkang’s face turned pale.

Now what happened? Suddenly, everyone was acting weird.

Yixiong patted Jingkang on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Yiren is just a little surprised. Now, please explain briefly.”

"I found it on the side of the road, Sir. Right in front of the grocery store. I think one of the people on the motorbike accidentally dropped it."

Yiren showed the pen to Yixiong. “Xiongge, take a good look at this pen.”

"This is...." Yixiong said.

"What is it?" asked Qiuzhen.

"This is the pen that Xinxiu brought with him yesterday morning when he left the house!" Yiren said in a trembling voice.