立夏 [5] / [7]
If it kept going further in this direction, he might have considered abandoning his connection to the caller.
He really helped me to catch Sarah, though, he thought.
"Let's follow his order one more time, just once more. I'm exhausted,"
Alexander said to her.
She could read enough between the lines to understand what he meant by 'exhausted.' She also thought that if the caller dragged them here and there, they would have to find another way to solve the case. She nodded for the moment.
Alexander sat at the desk, turned the light on, and wrote down those items the caller had offered him. The first call, dawn, the dock, the old man. The second call, also dawn, murder, video. The third call, the address: the crucial clue for the arrest. The fourth, the dumping ground, the clown, the knife stained with blood. Those pieces of the puzzle looked so grotesque and distorted. But it was definitely helpful in leading him to Sarah. Why did the caller help Alexander?
As the confusion aggravated him, he held the pen mechanically.
<Thoughts at twilight>
Like turning away from the world, I get back to my small room and turn the light off. Keeping the light on is too tiresome. Since it’s the extension of daytime―
Now I should open the window to let the changed air in, even though I stare l outside, it’s just like the world, as it’s too dark like the inside of the room. The way I returned, soaked in the rain, it's still as wet out as it was.
As there’s no way to wash off the resentment of the day, just closing my eyes quietly, the flowing sound from the heart, now, the thought is ripening by itself like a crab apple.