Pen Theft: Why Do They All Come to Make Copies?

(Signed) [#Grave Robbery Notes #BG #1V11 # #dailyxiang #groupportrait # archives #] My name is Lin Xiaohe and I open a printing shop in Hangzhou. My life is ordinary. Until one day, I called the police on the owner of the antique shop next door. Then my store turned into an inexplicable place. The person who came to copy the documents looked like a celebrity, but he looked at me like he was settling accounts. The person who came to print the script was very nice to talk to, and I later found out that he was a big shot in Beijing. There are two young men named Zhang who always come together. One is responsible for talking for a whole car, and the other is responsible for passing a glass of water after finishing talking. Three high school students skipped classes and came to hide in my store. I copied their papers and hid them in their schoolbags. There was another person who placed a bowl of wontons at my door. It was only after three months that I found out it was him. None of them are normal. But they are all very nice to me. Someone asked me: How come you, a print shop owner, know so many people? I said: Because they all have done business next door, they came to my place to copy their ID cards. No one believed it. But it's true. They really all made copies of their ID cards. Except for the one who doesn't speak. He didn't make copies. The first time he came, he just stood at the door. I asked him what he wanted to copy, but he didn't answer. I asked him if he was hungry. He glanced at me and walked in. After that, he asked me the same question every time he came. Then he came in every time.