I moved to a certain place.
I have not gotten used to it yet, but my fulfilling days were late.
One day when going to garbage throwing a suspicious man came running, it was a terrible momentum, I was about to shave, but a shoulder collided.
I ran away without apologizing.
It was really panicking.
And then I went home.
And when I saw my shoulder I could not sleep because I was afraid that day with blood.
When I opened the curtain that came in the morning, there was no fuss around here as to where the incident was when the police were there.
Then, when I looked through the peephole where Ting Pong and the interphone rang, there was a police ago a while ago.
Why? Although I thought I could open it, there was an incident here.
I was told that, Oh, I thought he was that thing, because my work was tampered with, I did not dare say not to be troublesome.
And one day when I look at the news, I heard that there was a murder case around here.
Fortunately the culprit was said to have been