Chapter 225

The call was hung up after a while.

Wu Rili thought about it.

The boss seems to be so angry because he said something unfavorable to him. What could be the unfavorable thing to him?

Is it my own business?

If it is his own business, he will definitely intervene. Otherwise, if he lets his boss leave the building so easily, wouldn't he be useless?

While the boss was taking a lunch break, Wu Rili entered his dream, causing the boss to remember him in the dream and lose a good sleep.

The boss suddenly changed his mind after waking up from his dream and called the amusement park.

"I have time after get off work today. You can wait for me at the gate then. I will take you to my house to see where the boxes are. Maybe you can see something there."

The boss said to Paradise.

"Okay, but I won't take a day off, so you better get back as soon as possible."

Paradise answered.

"I understand. That's it."

The boss hung up the phone, ended his lunch break, and prepared to go to work.

After lunch, in the afternoon, I walked back to the park slowly. When I stood at the door of the building, it was just when my boss was getting off work and getting ready to come down.

When the boss got off work, he was even worried that the park might not be waiting for him at the gate, so he sent a message to confirm.

When they arrived at the boss's house, the boss pushed open a door in front of Leyuan. It was a storage room. He indicated that the boxes that contained the things were placed inside and Leyuan could go in and look for them now.

Paradise found a bucket inside and tore off a sticker next to a cardboard box.

The boss' face turned green when he saw it.

"Isn't this what they're looking for?"

The boss asked hurriedly.

"No, it's just a normal sticker. Even if it's theirs, they probably don't care about it. But if you're worried, you can check it out."

Paradise answered.

Although he said this, he did not put down the things in his hands.

The boss was skeptical and hesitated between making the call and not making the call.

"Would you like to come over and take a closer look at what this is?"

Paradise asked.

"So that's it. It's alright then. I picked it up at my own place. It has nothing to do with him. No need to call."

The boss breathed a sigh of relief after reading it.

"Could this possibly have belonged to that person?"

Paradise asked.

"Not likely, but now that you mention it, it reminds me that he also has one very similar to this one."

The boss seemed to be thinking about something.

"What does his thing look like?"

Paradise asked.

“It’s very similar to this.

If you don't look carefully, you might think they are exactly the same, but they are definitely not his, because his things are always in their own places and usually don't fall into other people's hands.

His thing is a small calendar, which is divided into months. Each month is a piece of paper. On the paper is written the date of each month, from the first day to the last day, the day of the week, and what holidays are there.

His things look kind of cute at first glance, but based on what I know about him, I'm afraid they weren't bought, but given as a gift after something was purchased.

Or I go shopping at the mall, where they give it away for free during holidays.”

The boss thought about it.

“When did you get this?”

Paradise asked.

“I found it not long after he died.”

The boss said hesitantly.

"Based on your time, it is very likely that it is his.

Since you say it's not his, then let's assume that it's not his. But you said you picked it up, so who did it originally belong to?"

Paradise asked.

"Then I don't know. If I knew, it would mean that I didn't pick it up, but someone gave it to me."

The boss replied.

"That's true. If he lost something of his own, where could it be that other people couldn't find it?"

Paradise asked.

"You're not going to tell me that this is what he lost, are you? No way, he wouldn't lose something so complete."

The boss almost yelled.

"Don't be so excited. This is just a possibility. I didn't say you did it. And you've repeatedly said it wasn't you. Why are you so nervous? I'm not his relative.

Would I get angry with you because you couldn't find his things? Unless you don't pay me and want to delay my work time. You know I had perfect attendance at work last month.

If you deliberately delayed my work time and caused me to not be fully present, then you have to pay me a full attendance bonus. If you are angry about this, I can understand you, but you cannot not pay me.

So far, none of us have quarreled, isn't that good?"

Paradise asked.

"It's good not to quarrel, but if you can't find it, I'm afraid you really won't be able to make it to work today. And if you can't find it, it's your fault. I won't give you full attendance. I'm not paying you."

The boss grumbled.

“You said that it’s impossible for you to know all his things so completely, do you know how he loses things, or do you know him well?

Or did you see him throw his stuff into the trash can?"

Paradise asked.

“I didn’t know him very well, and I don’t know how he usually threw things away, but I did see him throwing his things into the trash can before he died.

It's not like he just loses a little bit of stuff every day.

This is normal, most people have seen it, not just me. If you ask this, I don’t know how many things you would say.”

The boss replied.

"So what did you see him lose in one day?"

Paradise asked.

"He would throw away the empty pen refills, the takeaway bags, the used toothpicks and the toothpick wrappers, and the disposable packaging of the cutlery that came with the takeaway."

The boss replied.

"If the thing he lost was a calendar, how would he have lost it?"

Paradise asked.

“He would first scribble on the paper with a pen, making sure that the brush and ink covered up what was already on the paper.

It doesn’t matter if it can’t be completely covered, as long as there is some dirt on the surface and it’s colorful and gaudy so that at first glance you can’t tell what’s inside.

Then I crumple the paper into a ball and tear it up if possible. If I have scissors, I might even use them. If the paper is easy to tear, I’ll tear it a few more times.

I guarantee this thing will end up in a messy state in the trash.

I know this because I saw him throw away a copy of his ID card. And an ugly admission ticket with something written on it, but it was written incorrectly.

There was also the paper he used to record his daily life, which he had to throw away because he made a mistake in writing the time.

These things are similar to calendars, they are paper-like things with words on them, and the words may or may not be beautiful.

You think the thing he didn't find was the calendar, so how could it be with me? He never gave me the calendar."

The boss said.

"If he found out that there was no holiday on New Year's Eve, he would scribble on his calendar, tear it up, crumple it up and throw it in the trash can, but later he thought it might still be useful and picked it up again.

Then flatten it, stick it with transparent tape, and repair it to the original position. If it is not repaired properly, you may accidentally miss it when moving things and it will stick to you.

You return to your workstation and find the thing, thinking that someone else has lost it. However, after asking around, no one claims that it belongs to them because the original owner of the thing has died.

You thought it was ownerless, so you picked it up and took it home?"

Paradise asked.

"It's possible, but I don't think so because you can look at the thing and it doesn't look damaged at all."

The boss is a little nervous.

"I have another idea.

Maybe this thing is his.

But he couldn't bear to get it dirty, so he tore it off and then put it back. However, he didn't fix it properly, and it was dropped and picked up by someone else. People thought it was yours and put it in your place.

You thought it was yours, so you picked it up and took it home.

Then this thing may not get dirty, and it may not be terrible.

Didn’t you say that although his things are different from yours, they look very similar, so it’s understandable that others mistake him for you? "

Paradise asked.

"If you say so, I can come up with seven or eight reasons to say that this is neither his nor mine.

I don't agree with that. You can think of another way.

If there is other evidence that proves it is his, then I will give it back to him.

If you can’t prove it, then it’s mine and I will never give it to anyone else, even if I have to burn it.”

The boss was a little angry and clenched his fists.

"I know what you mean, can I take a picture?"

Le Yuan stood up and asked.

"It's just taking pictures. Fine. Once you've taken the pictures, leave immediately. If you're any later, you won't be able to catch up with work."

The boss urged.

"Okay, thank you."

I took some photos at the park, put my phone in my pocket, left my boss's house, and took a taxi back to my workplace.

Wu Rili floated down from the upstairs.

"Did you get any new clues today?"

Wu Rili asked.

"I don't know if this is a new clue, but I can say that there is progress. If you want to see it, just look at what I found on your phone."

Paradise answered.

Wu Rili was thoughtful after reading it.

"Since everyone is saying this, it's very likely that the thing I lost was a calendar.

There is also a page for New Year's Eve, but it is hard to tell whether the calendar covers only New Year's Eve or the whole month.

Thanks a lot."

Wu Rili said to Paradise.

"There is no conclusion yet, so there is no need to work hard."

Paradise answered.

"So what do you want to do next?"

Wu Rili asked.

"Maybe your lost calendar is similar to the one in this photo. I can use this photo to look for your things. It's better than finding nothing at all.

I want to go to your position and take a look later, for example, when I am on patrol tonight. The night is long, there is plenty of time, so take your time and take a look."

Paradise answered.

"That's great, thank you."

Wu Rili became happy.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Leyuan took a flashlight and went up to the floor where Wu Rili worked.

There was no one in the place and it was pitch black. There were glass windows at both ends of the corridor, dimly lit by the light from outside, as if a ghost might appear at any moment.