A gloomy morning accompanied by police sirens.
"Damn, could this day get any worse?" I exclaimed to myself.
And it seemed my words were coming true, because not long afterward I heard a knock on my front door.
"Hello, is anyone here?"
"Yes, wait a moment," I replied.
From his voice, he was probably in his 20s, and combined with the police siren, I knew what awaited me. Without showering, I cleaned myself up and opened the door.
"Hey, looks like my guess was right."
"What?" the police officer replied.
"Nah just nothing, so what's going on? Did I do something?" I asked.
"No, i'm just wanted to ask what your name is, if you own this house, if you know your neighbors, and what you were doing last night."
Without further ado, from his questions, it seemed like something was going on around here.
"My name is Karl Damians. You can call me Karl. Yes, this house is mine. Do I know any of my neighbors? Hmm... I don't think so. I'm not a very sociable person, and I wasn't home all night because of the heavy rain. Even if it hadn't rained, I wouldn't have gone anywhere."
"Okay," he sighed, seemingly unsatisfied with my answer.
"So, what actually happened?" I asked.
"Well, you could say there was a murder around here. The victim was a writer who lived about two houses down from you. It's estimated that the incident occurred around 4:00 in the victim's house, and unfortunately, there are no witnesses found at this time."
"Wow, that house must be a mess."
"No, when we arrived at the scene, it looked very tidy, with the victim's body in the front room lying in front of the open window. The murder weapon has not been found, but the cause of death is likely bleeding from the neck due to a sharp object."
"Okay, that's weird... Wait, aren't you giving too much information? Is this allowed?" I asked with a confused face.
"Maybe? I don't really know either," he replied with a face that looked indifferent.
"Hehe..." I replied with a small, slightly surprised face.
But, this is really weird, how is the crime scene still neat? Could someone have entered before the police, or maybe the place was still neat even after the murder occurred? No, that's impossible, especially with the heavy rain at the time. Strange, very strange, maybe I should see it with my own eyes.
"Hey, can I see the crime scene?"
"For what?"
"Just to look around, maybe I can find something since I'm one of his neighbors, and it's not that far away."
"Okay," he replied with a very indifferent face, heh, what a strange man.
Currently we are both on our way to the house of the victim Arrick Wiliam, even though we are neighbors but I don't really know him. He is a person who rarely interacts (not as bad as me), has a mustache and beard that is not too thick, his face always looks gloomy (not as gloomy as me of course), and he often goes out with neat clothes sometimes with a dark blue jacket and black shoes with white patterns. I don't know what place he will visit but he always uses the same path.
Passing a flower shop, we were almost there, and the house wasn't that far away. Hmm, I seem to have forgotten something... oh yeah.
"Hey, can I know your name?" I asked.
"David Mordison, it's my first day on the job, why do you ask?"
"Just curious." I don't really care, I'll forget anyway (antisocial).
It didn't take long for us to arrive at the location. With so many cars and officers in front of the house, it wasn't surprising, considering this case had only recently been discovered, and there would undoubtedly be a lot of investigation.
"Hey, David, are you done with your work?" asked a police officer in front of me, probably in his 30s.
"I'm done," David replied, his face unconvincing.
"Good, oh by the way, who is he? Is he your friend?"
"No, he's just someone who lives here. He said he wanted to check out the crime scene. Maybe he'll find something. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him."
"Keep a close eye on him, okay? I have a call from the boss."
"Okay, sir."
After the police officer left, we entered the crime scene.And as David said the crime scene looked very neat, it didn't seem like a robbery/theft. The victim's body wasn't here, it seemed like it had been taken for an autopsy, it looked like he was lying facing the open window with a lot of blood around his neck. Not far behind him was a fireplace that looked like it had just been used, probably to warm himself during the heavy rain.
"Wait, what's this? A shard?"
I found a shard in the fireplace. I don't know what it is, it looks like something that has burned. I took some of the shards, maybe they will be useful later, besides there is nothing strange around this fireplace. Unfortunately, I can't say the same thing about the surroundings, there are no traces of water or soil at all, whether around the body, outside the window and throughout this room except for water marks around the window and it is likely because of the rain that night. In this room there is also a wooden table and chair that seems to be used by him to write, above there is an open book, it looks like he wants to write something or maybe not? I didn't find a pen at all in this room, there is also an unfinished coffee above, it seems he is a coffee addict and whatever is on my mind I drink the coffee.
"This taste... caramel? Did he make it? No,there's no way, he most likely bought it."
After that, I also looked around the other rooms. I saw the refrigerator, but there was only a small ice cube inside, which didn't seem to be used for coffee. I also looked in the trash can, but I couldn't find any coffee sachets. Other than that, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
"Hey, are you going home? Are you done looking around?"
"Yep."
"Did you find anything?"
"Not at all."
"Really?" David asked with a sneer, seemingly not believing me.
"Like i said, yeah."
"Okay," David replied, still sneering.
"Then bye."
".....Hey, I wanted to ask, why would you do this?" Good question.
"Nothing, I'm just an unemployed person with a lot of free time."
So did I really not find anything? No, I lied. There were so many strange things in that house. There were no traces of dirt or water inside or outside the house even though it was raining very heavily. How did the killer even get in or out of the house without leaving any traces at all? Not only that, how could the window stay open during that heavy rain? There were very cold water marks around the window, and so on. Ahhh, my head is so tired and also why am I doing this? Maybe because I want to do something useful? Hmmm, I don't think so, ahh, it's tiring, I might as well go to sleep.