Chapter 7 The Follower
It was already half an hour later when I went downstairs again.
The moment I turned the key and pushed the door open a crack, I saw my Girlfriend standing by the door frame, holding onto it.
Hearing the sound, she instinctively took two steps back.
"It's me. I'm back."
She let out a long breath and asked softly from a distance,
"What happened... upstairs?"
"The drain was blocked. I already cleared it."
"So fast?"
"Of course. Did you forget what I do for a living?"
I closed the door and stepped forward to hold her slightly cold hand.
I gave it a gentle squeeze and changed the subject.
"However, the trap has a crack. It needs to be replaced to completely stop the leak."
She nodded. Her fingertips paused on the blanket.
"By the way, when you came down from upstairs earlier, did you meet anyone at the door?"
My brows tightened. My voice stayed even.
"No. Why do you ask?"
"Someone knocked on the door earlier. At first I thought you forgot your keys."
"Did you open the door?"
"Of course not. The knocking rhythm was wrong. I quickly realized it wasn't you."
"Yeah, they probably knocked on the wrong door."
I reached out and patted her shoulder, but my eyes quickly swept toward the entrance.
A corpse was leaning against the door.
It was the person I had carried in when I came back earlier!
When I came downstairs just now, I had indeed seen someone standing at my door.
The person was pressed against the door, peering inside through the Peephole.
I didn't alert him and stayed hidden at the Stairwell entrance.
When he turned to leave, I suddenly attacked from behind.
Then I opened the door and moved the body inside.
To avoid scaring my Girlfriend, I kept my movements quiet.
While talking to her, I moved the corpse by the door.
It seemed I would have to go out again later.
Tonight's "work" was not finished yet.