This was about a year ago.
I was returning to my apartment after finishing a part-time job at a pub.
When I got on the elevator and was about to get off when it reached my floor.
A man wearing a deep hat ran into the elevator.
My shoulders bumped into his, and I said, “Excuse me.
But the man kept his face down, closed the elevator door, and got off.
I thought “What a strange man” I went home and took off my jacket.
There was something like blood on it. “What? What? This…”
I noticed immediately. I realized that I had gotten it on me when I bumped into the guy from earlier. ・・・・
I went to sleep that day without any problems.
Two days later, I was watching the news and saw that there had been a murder in my apartment.
It was reported, and I thought, “No way The guy from the other day…”
I didn’t have anything to identify the person, so I didn’t tell the police either.
Then one day, about a week later, when I had almost forgotten about the incident due to my busy schedule
The intercom rang with a “ding dong.” “hello?” I looked through the door scope and saw
A police officer was standing there. The police officer was
“Are you aware that there has been a murder in this apartment? About that.
I would like to know if you know anything about it? All the people who live in this apartment building.
I’ve asked around, but I haven’t found any promising leads…”
I was tired and in the middle of dinner.
“I don’t know anything about it. I’m sorry.” And the policeman said, “No,
Thank you,” he said, and left.
I was going to tell him that there was blood on my jacket, but I felt like I had failed to mention it.
I did not say anything because I knew he would say it was too late to say anything.
Then, about two months later, the news reported that the culprit had been caught.
I thought, “Wow, they caught him. That’s great.”
When I saw it, I got a chill down my spine. ・・・・・
There, the face in the reflection was that police officer. ・・・・・
If I had opened the door at that moment, I would have ・・・・・・・…
