The apartment manager opened the door, and sunlight and dust immediately rushed in.
"Other than what the police took away, no one touched his things. Even the cleaning company that specializes in murder scenes refused to come," the manager said. "The owner originally wanted to handle it himself, but there was simply too much stuff."
"Thank you for your cooperation." The diocesan official smiled, shook the manager's hand with practiced politeness, and Joseph walked into the eerie apartment.
The room had originally been very dark. The tenant had deliberately sealed all the windows, as if what lived inside was not a man, but a vampire.
Now that sunlight had returned, John Doe's secrets had nowhere left to hide.
Severe hoarding disorder was a manifestation of obsessive-compulsive personality disorder. Like OCD, it carried a strong sense of order. Although the Seven Sins Killer's room had been disturbed by the police taking crime-scene photographs, making it considerably messier, it still looked like trash scattered everywhere after a carnival.
On the surface, John Doe had seemed like a respectable man. Compared to street thugs dressed in baggy hip-hop clothes like rappers, a man in a shirt looked far more proper. This was also one of the traits of obsessive-compulsive patients: they needed to make themselves appear impeccably neat.
He also always paid his rent on time. Most tenants did not like landlords coming into their homes either. Otherwise, anyone who saw a home hoarded into this state would not think there was nothing wrong with the tenant.
"The detectives said that the moment they entered that bathroom, electronic devices would malfunction, even flashlights." After closing the door, the official dropped his false smile. "Faith teaches people tolerance, not slaughtering every 'sinner,' much less staging murder scenes as if they were theatrical sets. He