My Landlord’s Hidden Camera in Our Bathroom - Chapter 18: Chapter 18
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After the exhibition, I grabbed dinner with some close friends.
The smoky scent of barbecue mixed with the warm summer air, wrapping around us like a cozy blanket. Laughter and chatter filled the night as we dug into our food.
One of my friends had brought her boyfriend along—a cop. Out of nowhere, he brought up the case from last year.
"That guy, Tristan Langley—I knew the moment I saw him he wasn't the type."
"My whole unit noticed how quiet he was. Just some artist who snapped under pressure. Now his work's famous worldwide, and he's rotting in prison. Wonder what's going through his head?"
"Probably regrets it, right?"
"Yeah, no kidding."
I shook my head slowly, tuning out their voices.
I'd visited him once before his execution.
"Do you regret it?"
"No."
We'd been separated by glass, eyes locked in silence.
Finally, I cut into the conversation, forcing a casual laugh.
"Actually, I heard Tristan Langley wasn't the real killer."
"It was some little girl. The guy tried to assault her, she fought back, and things went south."
The table went dead silent. Everyone stared at me like I'd just spoken in tongues.
My friend's cop boyfriend was the first to recover. He leaned in, eyes sharp.
"Oh? Then tell me—how'd she do it?"
I smiled.
"Strangled him. With a shower curtain."
He burst out laughing, tension melting away.
"Nice try! The guy was stabbed—I read the autopsy report myself!"
"Really?"
"Damn right!"
My blood ran cold. Memories flashed—
"Come in. Not much to see, so don't laugh."
"You can always come to me. We're neighbors, after all."
"Just a sundae and you're this happy? Cute."
"No, you're too young for this... I've got an idea—"
Then, Tristan's voice echoed again from that prison visit.
"Do you regret it?"
"No."
Why would he regret something he never did?
I tilted my head up, staring at the starry summer sky.
For a second, one of the stars flickered—taking the shape of Tristan's face. Gaunt. Delicate. Smiling.
"Don't cry. You're prettiest when you smile—just like your name."
The smoky scent of barbecue mixed with the warm summer air, wrapping around us like a cozy blanket. Laughter and chatter filled the night as we dug into our food.
One of my friends had brought her boyfriend along—a cop. Out of nowhere, he brought up the case from last year.
"That guy, Tristan Langley—I knew the moment I saw him he wasn't the type."
"My whole unit noticed how quiet he was. Just some artist who snapped under pressure. Now his work's famous worldwide, and he's rotting in prison. Wonder what's going through his head?"
"Probably regrets it, right?"
"Yeah, no kidding."
I shook my head slowly, tuning out their voices.
I'd visited him once before his execution.
"Do you regret it?"
"No."
We'd been separated by glass, eyes locked in silence.
Finally, I cut into the conversation, forcing a casual laugh.
"Actually, I heard Tristan Langley wasn't the real killer."
"It was some little girl. The guy tried to assault her, she fought back, and things went south."
The table went dead silent. Everyone stared at me like I'd just spoken in tongues.
My friend's cop boyfriend was the first to recover. He leaned in, eyes sharp.
"Oh? Then tell me—how'd she do it?"
I smiled.
"Strangled him. With a shower curtain."
He burst out laughing, tension melting away.
"Nice try! The guy was stabbed—I read the autopsy report myself!"
"Really?"
"Damn right!"
My blood ran cold. Memories flashed—
"Come in. Not much to see, so don't laugh."
"You can always come to me. We're neighbors, after all."
"Just a sundae and you're this happy? Cute."
"No, you're too young for this... I've got an idea—"
Then, Tristan's voice echoed again from that prison visit.
"Do you regret it?"
"No."
Why would he regret something he never did?
I tilted my head up, staring at the starry summer sky.
For a second, one of the stars flickered—taking the shape of Tristan's face. Gaunt. Delicate. Smiling.
"Don't cry. You're prettiest when you smile—just like your name."
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