C653 Mourning death

We crossed the street and came to the door of the apartment. Since it was already late at night, the apartment was locked.

The guard room next to the apartment was still lit. I went to the window and knocked on it. After a long while, he heard an old man's voice asking.

"Who is it? "It's the middle of the night?"

I lowered my voice and said,

"Municipal Bureau's civilian police, open the door