"Do you recognize this phone?" asked the officer.
It was singular like the phone case was graffiti. I closed my eyes trying to recall where I have seen it before.
One previous day of school. "Hey, guys!" shouted my classmate. Dewei happily jumped on his other classmates. He was annoyingly loud. The guys asked him for news after the end of the week ended. He finally showed something, his arm up in the air as if he held a trophy. There was graffiti on the back and a camera, so it was a phone. All that noise for a simple phone.
"It's Jun Dewei's phone." I finally reminded.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Why are you so sure it's his?"
"The back of the phone is graffiti."
"He isn't the only one to have one", he remarked.
I sighed before explaining: "Come on there is a signature at the bottom, it's unique. He did it himself. So you won't find an identical one away from the phone you're holding".
"How do you know that?"
"Come on, everyone in the class know that. The first day he brought it, he couldn't stop talking and exhibiting it."
"I ask you again. What is your relationship?" he asked again. He was repeating himself at this point... That's annoying. "Lost your tongue again?" I rolled my eyes. He then with the plastic bag on showed me his call log. "Look at the last call he gave. Can you read the ID for me?"
I read: "The quiet Kang Liu". What? Me? Officer Eun clicked on the call it showed a number.
"Do you recognize it?" he demanded me. Even without letting it shows, I was astonished to see he called me.
"Of course, it's my number", I replied with my usual detached voice.
"Let's take a look at your phone", he joined the action to his speech. I had two missed calls from an unknown number. Why did he call me? "Explain to me, why his last calls both go to you?" I didn't have anything to answer. "Okay, then, tell me. Did you erase your call log?"
"No."
"Why isn't there any call excepting from your school's ones?" before I could reply he added, "I also checked you don't have personal contact or any text message register".
"I don't call or text anyone."
"Then why don't you have any contact?"
"I don't have one."
"Why do you have a phone then?" he logically questioned.
"To listen to music, to play. Also, I record my training time" I recognized.
"You make it difficult Liu," he noted.
I still answered his question... Is it my fault if it's not what he wanted to hear?
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The Pencil's Case
Детектив / ТриллерSometimes life can play tricks to you. That's what I thought when I was in front of this police officer. He was impatient, his khaki jacket still wet from the heavy rain. It's been hours now that he interrogates me. But I had nothing to answer. Ou...
