Auxiliary Detective

Part 2.

Eastern district of the Capital.

Well it only took me 1 and a half hour, instead of just 40 minutes from the university.

Damn, despite the Capital being the 6th City in the world to be closest to Japan’s technological advancement, it still suffers from gridlock traffics like the traffic lights don’t even exist.

I swear,  the time when flying cars become cheap and available to the public, I will celebrate that moment by using a bike.

I mean, if there’s less cars on the road, why would you try and make the sky more crowded.

Commuting on public transport in this city would take you twice as long as the intended travel time, with the driver waiting for passengers and never even moving an inch for about 10-20 minutes.

Jeepney drivers are infamous here for making every passenger count. I mean, if the maximum passenger for every jeep is only 21, they will definitely make sure to turn it into a 21, regardless of their body mass.

I doubt in the advent of the flying cars, the method of commuting will change.
Anyway, I dropped off in front of this shady looking apartment building.

It was in between two convenient stores with a distinct franchise.

The apartment itself was a 3 story old building. Clearly, I can see those unmaintained veranda that was filled with small cracks from previous earthquakes.

The outside walls were moldy and was crawling with ants that were lined leading to a small crack next to where the stares are located.

Sigh….

I reluctantly entered the apartment.

There I saw 3 doors that were parallel to each other. The numbers that were suppose to indicate which room was which was now unreadable despite me actually stepping in front of one door.

The one next to the stairs.

‘(It says Room 3)’

It was barely even there anymore. The metal plate 3 was no longer there which I assumed since there was a mark left on the door that indicate what number it was.

The only way I knew about this was that the slight difference in the door’s exposure to the environment.
‘(So if 3 is here, then obviously 5 is at top, 2nd floor no less.)’

After I concluded the room’s
location, I headed straight for the 2nd floor.

There I saw 3 more rooms with the same condition as the ones below me.
‘(Room 5, Room 5)’ I kept reciting the number in my head since I have the tendency to forget what I’m trying to do.

Its not that I’m forgetful, I’m just easily distracted with anything else that I find interesting, like this piece of candy wrapper that was sitting on the handle bars. It was balancing pretty well for something with less weigh….

Okay, I finally found what appears to be Room 5.

The number was the same as the ones below, the discoloration of the door due to the humid environment made it hard to discern what number it actually is.

Luckily the number was still on the door, but was rusted to the point it blended with the color of the wooden door.

I knocked 3 times, like a decent person and waited.

And waited.

And waited.


For some time, I checked my watch to see how much time do I have left for my minor subject.

“An entire hour left huh… I hope this will be quick.” I muttered to myself.

Since no one was clearly around me, it seems acceptable for me to talk to myself out loud.

But then.