"I was harassed.
Being stolen, robbed, stabbed, murdered – there are so many types of crime in the world, but I was the one who got harassed.
Idiot, idiot, idiot, coward, nothing... - I won't say it's nothing to curse me, anyway, this is what the harassment letter that was piled into a ball said. "
One Wednesday morning, I met a handcuffed young man on the bus. With the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse, I told him my troubles.
Is he a detective or a villain?
Criminal Seven's daily reasoning short story. Experimental work, not very satisfied with the plot. Hang it up and play.
Conception:
