Mu Ze's Short Story: Accidental Death (1)

I killed someone. But no one knows I killed someone. Sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, casting dappled shadows on the open pages of books, the professor's voice like a distant, indistinct background sound. Everything was eerily calm. Only I knew that Zhang Wei would never again walk in just before the bell rang. The turning point came with that takeout order that never even existed. That afternoon, I was alone in the dorm. Zhang Wei came in carrying a clearly empty plastic bag, lingered at her desk for a while, and then shouted, "Who is it? Who's so rude as to steal my takeout? I just ordered..."