It's Your Turn

12

The following day, I sat at the police station with the old man who knocked on my room door.

"Write down your name, registered birthplace, ID card number, and contact information." The policeman opposite me looked a little familiar.

I didn't expect this investigation of mine would make me the target of an investigation.

Obediently, I wrote my details on the registration form.

The policeman gave me an acknowledgment form.

Last night, the old man who knocked on my room door was the hotel owner. He had gone to the wrong room after drinking too much.

His wife kept apologizing to me, hoping I wouldn't pursue the matter.

I held her gently and said, "Madam, I can stop pursuing this matter, but..."

She became anxious upon hearing me trail off. "We don't have money to compensate you."

I laughed. "I don't want money. I just want to ask you about someone. You have to be honest with me."