More than two decades ago, I was enrolled in a club which was run by a city government and offered young men and women such events as cooking, learning English, traveling and so on for promoting their friendship. We gathered in a public hall on every Friday night to participate in the event. One day, we had an event to listen to the stories of constellations at the other public hall in a big city park. As it was a popular event, more people than usual, about twenty people, gathered in the hall and had a romantic time. After the event, a young guy went downstairs from the lecture room and walked to the place where he parked his new 50 cc motorcycle (bike) besides the hall. Many bikes and bicycles were parked in the dim light. He felt for the bike’s key in his shoulder bag and tried to find his bike carefully among the bikes, but he could not. His motorcycle disappeared.
He did not understand what happened at first and was disappointed soon to understand that his new bike was stolen. The other participants consoled him and offered to help him to look for the bike. Actually, however, they did not know from what they should do except informing the police of this incident. Anyway, they started to scout for the bike haphazardly here and there. Of course, I also offered him to help, however, I did not think that beating the bushes in the park would result in finding the bike, but thought how the thieves stole the bike should be considered first. When I thought of this, I regained my composure and tried to reason like Sherlock Homes how the thieves succeeded to steal the bike in the middle of the park where many people are still walking around 20:00. I reasoned that the bike must have been stolen in an either way; 1) the thieves took away the bike with a truck or 2) they hid the bike in an out–of– sight place and would come back later. I came to the place where the bike was parked. I squatted there and watched the ground carefully. I found a slight mark of sands showing that something, maybe the bike, dragged to the back of the street along the hall. There was two tennis courts in the backyard where were lit by the small lights and nobodies were playing tennis. I looked around to find any clue, however, there seemed to be no one. I sighed slightly and began to walk to the direction where the bike was stolen. Then small bushes besides the hall caught my eyes. An inspiration hit me. I walked to the bushes and stepped into them with pushing their twigs aside. Something glittered to reflect the small light in the dim of the bushes. It was the silver rim of the headlight.
The participants gathered in the backyard. The young man and his friends pulled the bike out of the bushes and he confirmed that the bike was his. “Thank you very much for finding my bike.” he told me in a very polite manner. “How did you find the bike hidden in the bushes like this?” one girl asked me interestingly. “A wild guess.” I said, concealing that I went to the place and reasoned how the bike was stolen from the mark of the sands. It was not my principle to talk about my exploit which may sound as if I were showing off my ability of reasoning. His bike was found. That was enough for me. One of the participants insisted that we should hide ourselves around there and catches the thief who would come to take the bike in the midnight. We thought it dangerous and only informed the police that the bike was found, imaging the thieves’ disappointed face. The incident was over. I began to walk to the home way. Then, another incident happened – a girl, who was cute, talked to me with a sober look. “Isn’t it you that hide the bike?”
He did not understand what happened at first and was disappointed soon to understand that his new bike was stolen. The other participants consoled him and offered to help him to look for the bike. Actually, however, they did not know from what they should do except informing the police of this incident. Anyway, they started to scout for the bike haphazardly here and there. Of course, I also offered him to help, however, I did not think that beating the bushes in the park would result in finding the bike, but thought how the thieves stole the bike should be considered first. When I thought of this, I regained my composure and tried to reason like Sherlock Homes how the thieves succeeded to steal the bike in the middle of the park where many people are still walking around 20:00. I reasoned that the bike must have been stolen in an either way; 1) the thieves took away the bike with a truck or 2) they hid the bike in an out–of– sight place and would come back later. I came to the place where the bike was parked. I squatted there and watched the ground carefully. I found a slight mark of sands showing that something, maybe the bike, dragged to the back of the street along the hall. There was two tennis courts in the backyard where were lit by the small lights and nobodies were playing tennis. I looked around to find any clue, however, there seemed to be no one. I sighed slightly and began to walk to the direction where the bike was stolen. Then small bushes besides the hall caught my eyes. An inspiration hit me. I walked to the bushes and stepped into them with pushing their twigs aside. Something glittered to reflect the small light in the dim of the bushes. It was the silver rim of the headlight.
The participants gathered in the backyard. The young man and his friends pulled the bike out of the bushes and he confirmed that the bike was his. “Thank you very much for finding my bike.” he told me in a very polite manner. “How did you find the bike hidden in the bushes like this?” one girl asked me interestingly. “A wild guess.” I said, concealing that I went to the place and reasoned how the bike was stolen from the mark of the sands. It was not my principle to talk about my exploit which may sound as if I were showing off my ability of reasoning. His bike was found. That was enough for me. One of the participants insisted that we should hide ourselves around there and catches the thief who would come to take the bike in the midnight. We thought it dangerous and only informed the police that the bike was found, imaging the thieves’ disappointed face. The incident was over. I began to walk to the home way. Then, another incident happened – a girl, who was cute, talked to me with a sober look. “Isn’t it you that hide the bike?”
