Vodka sat on the hospital bed, struggling to make sense of the current situation.
Just then, something shifted in his peripheral vision, and a flash of brightness outside the window drew his attention.
He focused and looked over. In the building directly opposite, a room had its light on.
Inside the room, two dark figures stood one in front of the other. Suddenly, the person behind raised a knife, swung it down hard, and stabbed it viciously into the chest of the person in front.
Vodka: "???"
Under his shocked stare, the person who had been stabbed collapsed with a thud, while the one behind crouched down and kept swinging the knife. The two rolled into a heap and vanished below the windowsill.
In the building opposite, a terrifying homicide was actually happening.
Vodka, the only witness: "..."
A moment later, the lone witness took a deep breath... then decisively shut both eyes, lay back down on the bed, and pretended he had seen nothing.
Who knew that just then, the light changed, and the night lamp in his room suddenly came on. Vodka shivered, looked at the brightened ward, and shouted inwardly that this was bad. He instinctively looked outside the window, only to see that in the room opposite where the murder had happened, a figure was leaning against the window, staring eerily over this way.
The two sides looked at each other, and the person stretched out a hand, his fingers tapping slightly with a very steady rhythm.
Vodka looked at that motion, and in an instant his scalp went numb: the culprit was counting the floors from bottom to top. He—he knew someone had seen him, and was now confirming the witness's location!
For one instant, Vodka really wanted to close his eyes on the spot