The following day, the vicinity of the abandoned factory was already crawling with police conducting their investigation.
Meanwhile, Martin, inside his rental home, received a special visitor.
"So you're saying you saw something at that time?" the detective asked while taking notes.
Martin sat calmly on the sofa, "I was just passing by on my bicycle, but by the time you're mentioning, I was long past that place. I didn't see any lightning or anything like that."
"Uh-huh," the detective nodded.
"Officer, could you disclose what exactly happened there? I passed by today and it was all cordoned off," Martin asked with feigned curiosity.
The detective looked up at him, and said without any change in expression, "Murder."
Glancing down at his notes, the detective suddenly inquired, "Why haven't you been delivering food these past few days, just riding your bike around aimlessly?"
A chill went through Martin's heart.
