The police came to my house three months later.
The police did not say much. They just arrested me as a suspect and took me to the detention center.
I kept asking why they were doing this but they paid no heed to me.
They brought me into the center without handcuffs on, perhaps because I showed no signs of attempting to escape.
In the center, I was locked up in a temporary cell.
The police did not confiscate my mobile phone, and I was kept in there for two hours before a policeman came to get me out.
I was then brought to a small room. This must be the interrogation room.
"Wait in here," the policeman said, gesturing for me to sit on the chair.
I sat down and the policeman closed the door.
It was noon time, but with the door closed, the room was almost pitch black.
Ten minutes passed and two police officers entered the room and sat opposite from me.
"Mr. Chalk? 32 years old? Local?"
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