Perun finally remembered it was the same name written on that card, the one he had found inside the purse of the masked man.
His mind suddenly connected the dots.
He thought, yeah… now it makes sense.
The real person behind all this was Michael's brother Lukman.
But then another doubt hit him.
Why did he do that?
What reason could he possibly have?
Perun shook his head slightly.
Oh man, I don't have anything to do with this family matter. Let them handle it themselves.
I'm only here to do my job.
If he got too involved with them, he knew one thing clearly—he would be putting himself in danger.
Melody was watching him from the side.
She noticed he was murmuring to himself, his expressions changing again and again—confusion, tension, then concern.
Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore.
"Hey… what are you thinking?" she asked.
Perun snapped back to reality.
"Nothing important," he said casually, then paused. "But how do you know I was thinking?"
Melody replied simply, "You were murmuring to yourself."
They arrived at the living room and sat down again, turning on the television like before.
The noise filled the room, but Perun's mind was far from calm.
He was already thinking about making a call to Vaelor.
At the same time, Vaelor and Truman were meeting Robert and Jackson at Eagle Eye.
The atmosphere was serious.
Truman asked, "Didn't you find anything?"
Robert sighed. "Nah. We visited his home, talked to his relatives, checked every lead—but we didn't find anything useful."
Vaelor stood quietly, thinking deeply.
I need Perun's mind to crack this, he thought.
He turned to Truman and said, "Can I use the landline for a minute?"
Then he quickly added an excuse, "Ahh, I forgot—my cousin went to a different city. I just want to check if he's doing well. He works in a security company, so I always worry about him."
Truman nodded. "Yeah, sure."
Then he looked at Robert and Jackson. "We should go get our car from the repairing shop."
As they left, Vaelor walked toward the storage room.
There was another landline there, placed on top of a cupboard.
He took out a white slip from his pocket and unfolded it.
A number was written on it."This is Serin's number," he murmured.
He dialed.The line was busy.
He dialed again.Still busy.
"What is she doing?" he muttered impatiently.
Vaelor waited for five minutes, standing there, staring at the wall.
Then he tried again.
On the other side, Serin finally picked up."Hello?"
"It's me, Vaelor," he said quickly. "I'm calling from my company. I need to ask you something. Do you have Perun's contact number?"
She replied, "Yeah. He called me at before you."
"Note the number."
Vaelor turned the paper to the fair side, ready to write—but then realized he didn't have a pen.
He stepped slightly backward and looked outside the storage room door.
The reception area was visible, and Lemon was standing there.
Vaelor called out softly, "Hey, can I get a pen?"
Lemon replied in a slow, warning tone, "Hey… customers will notice you."
Vaelor insisted, "Just give me a pen."
Lemon hurriedly checked his pockets, pulled out a pen, and stepped closer.
He handed it over quickly and then closed the storage room door from outside.
From the phone, Serin asked, "Who was that? Can I tell you the number now?"
Vaelor said, "Yes, give it now."He noted down the number carefully.
"Thanks," he said, and ended the call. Without wasting a second, he dialed Perun's number.
On the other side, Rumi picked up the phone.She called out, "Perun, there's a call for you."
Perun stepped out of the living room and took the phone.
Before he could say much, Vaelor started talking nonstop.
"Hey! Why did you go there? Do you know how difficult it is for me to survive alone?"
"I have to cook on my own, and it's always half-burned, half-raw."
"And don't even tell me you're going somewhere again—"
In the middle of his rant, Vaelor suddenly realized he had completely forgotten why he called.
Perun replied, "Yeah, I wanted to tell you, but they told me at the last moment."
"And don't tell me when Serin asked you to get food from her home and you don't take it."
Vaelor sighed. "I went home at night… and it was pretty awkward."
Perun said, "Then why are you complaining about food if you feel embarrassed?"
Vaelor replied, "Okay, okay… I'll try."
Perun smirked. "Only try?"
"By the way, why did you call me? I don't think this was the only reason."
Vaelor finally became serious and explained everything."There's a man named Kite. He suddenly disappeared from his hotel room."
"He was mentally ill. We searched his home, questioned his relatives but nothing came up."
"And yeah… he's connected to three other people who disappeared exactly one week later."
"First—his doctor, the one treating his mental illness."
"Second—a painter. Kite also owned an art museum."
"And the third one was a street girl… something like that."
Perun immediately responded, "You didn't check the art museum yet, did you?"
Vaelor replied, "Yeah, but everyone said it's a waste of time."
Perun said firmly, "Check it."
"It feels like he was deeply attached to art."
He continued, "Because of his mental illness, all of you already think he was the culprit."
Vaelor admitted, "Yeah… almost."
Perun replied, "But he can't be the culprit."
"A mentally ill person can't pull something like this without leaving any clue.""Start focusing on the other three people."
"I think from those three, there's a real culprit.""Or maybe someone else connected to them but not him."