Chapter 33 Chapter One

On the eighth day, I witnessed with my own eyes Ogiwara's smooth death from blood. The term "death without a hitch" may seem strange, but it makes sense to us. I walked through the hallway on the fourth floor of the apartment building, towards the westernmost room.On the left is a row of doors, and when you turn your head to the right, you can see an even older building than here. "Ogiwara usually watches Furukawa Asami who lives in this apartment from here." I thought in a daze. I walked to the door of room 412. Unlike other rooms, the door of this room was painted a light blue, which was just painted by Ogihara two days ago.

"If you paint it twice, you won't be able to see what's underneath." He said calmly, brushing very carefully even though his face and hands were stained with paint.At that time, Asami Furukawa, who lived in this room, was a little worried and asked, "Will the administrator scold me?" But in fact, she should be very happy in her heart. "It doesn't matter. Make it beautiful. It's too late for the administrator to be happy." Ogihara smiled happily and turned to ask for my approval. "Right, Chiba?" "I'm not an administrator."

"Of course I know. Mr. Chiba, you are so strange." Ogihara said with a grin. At that time, he must have never imagined that the inside of the door he was painting - Furukawa Asami's room, would be his burial place. I turned the doorknob and found it unlocked, so I opened the door and walked in.A pair of men's sneakers was thrown on the cement floor at the door.The vase on the shoe cabinet was overturned, and the water flowed out and dripped to the ground, forming a small puddle.The way the water drops fall is like the drizzle outside. Taking off my shoes and stepping into the corridor, I looked at the clock.Just now I was listening to music in the CD shop in the downtown area, and I was late when I didn't pay attention: I couldn't help thinking: "I don't know if Ogihara is dead, and I don't know what the cause of death is."

Walking into the living room, I saw Ogihara lying on his back on the ground, pressing his stomach with his hands, and the handle of a kitchen knife protruding from the side of his abdomen. I hurriedly stepped over to his side and squatted down.The wooden floor was covered with blood from his body, and his fist was so swollen that it was conceivable that he must have fought fiercely with someone. "Mr. Chiba..." Ogiwara was still alive.Ogiwara, with his hair shaved, trembled, his bloodless lips called out to me, and he still wore the glasses that didn't suit him at all. It was our god of death who decided his death, more precisely, it was the person who submitted the "can" report, but at this moment I asked out of the box: "Who did it?"

"A man I don't know." Ogiwara's voice was hoarse. "It's probably the guy Asami said. He ran away, go and catch him..." He was probably struggling with anemia caused by massive blood loss. Gritting his teeth, his gums were exposed. "Otherwise it will be dangerous when she comes back." "do not worry." "But why?" Ogiwara asked suddenly, and after listening to the first half of his sentence, I intuitively thought that he would say a sentence like "Why must I die" next.Because human beings are bound to sigh like this at the last moment of their lives.Unexpectedly, Ogihara moaned in pain, but said this sentence: "Why... that man... would find this apartment?"

I felt a little discouraged.Indeed, the man who threatened Asami seems to have only her phone number, but I believe that there are more or less ways to find the address through the phone number. "What are you doing now?" I said.Ogiwara pressed his abdomen, blinked weakly, and said in a voice: "But... this way..." The blood concentrated in front of his eyes trembled due to his breath, "It's okay..." I listened to his voice and saw the pure halo appearing all over his body, I felt very incredible.The 7 days from the beginning of investigating him to yesterday, revived in my mind.