Thinking this, Doctor Yoshimura lay down on the bed, planning to get some proper sleep.
But just as his head touched the pillow, the doorbell suddenly rang with a ding-dong.
"?!"
Doctor Yoshimura jolted upright, instinctively Grasping the gun in his pocket.
He first got up and went to the window, peering outside through a gap in the curtains. Seeing no ambush across the way, he felt slightly reassured—the escape route had not been cut off.
Then he went near the entrance, swiftly glanced through the Peephole, and pressed himself against the wall. "Who is it? What do you want?"
The person outside politely said, "Mr. Shibata, you have a delivery."
"...A delivery?" Doctor Yoshimura frowned, remembering that the person outside was indeed dressed in a courier's uniform. "I didn't buy anything. You have the wrong place, and my surname isn't 'Shibata.'"
"Ah, is that so?" The courier outside paused, then said apologetically, "I'm terribly sorry. I'll go check again. The Apartment names around here are all too similar..."
The footsteps gradually faded away. The person outside seemed to have left.
Doctor Yoshimura silently let out a breath.
He waited against the wall for a while, but heard no returning footsteps. Looking out through the Peephole, he found that there seemed to be no one outside either. There was certainly no Lock Picking or door-banging as he had imagined.
Only then did he silently breathe a sigh of relief and retreat back into the room.
But after being startled like that, he no longer had the nerve to sleep.
Doctor Yoshimura sat on the sofa, resting against the chair back. He gripped the gun tightly, ready at any moment to shoot dead anyone who rashly broke in.
Time slowly passed. He yawned, and his eyelids kept drooping.
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