Jon! There He Was Again!

Last night, the man in charge of the northern team was named Rum.

He had just celebrated his 32nd birthday.

He thought the days would pass just like this.

Until yesterday...

He met the man who had fooled the police twice, Jon.

Not only had he given the wrong information, but his colleagues had mistaken him for a mole in the police force.

Thanks to the three homeless people who testified for him, he was able to clear his name.

Although many of his colleagues said sorry to him, he could not swallow it.

Rum asked Ian to tell him as soon as he had any news about Jon.

He wanted to personally arrest the other party.

Thinking of this...

Ding ding ding...

His cell phone rang.

The sensitive Rum immediately picked up the phone.

"Is it Rum? It's Ian. There's news from Jon."

The sound of typing came from the other end of the phone.

"Ian, you're really my lucky star. Tell me where he is!"