The man outside the door was still singing that nursery rhyme.
I asked uncertainly, "Mateo, where are you?"
"Me? I'm on my way home, about to enter the apartment."
Upon hearing this, I dashed to the window and looked down to see Mateo.
He also looked up at me.
Our eyes met, and he smiled.
In the dark night, his smile was particularly eerie.
At this moment, the man outside the door broke off in his song.
The next second, I heard the sound of an axe cutting through the air.
Just when I felt hopeless, I saw the police through the window.
...
After the police came up, I told them everything that had just happened.
There were no surveillance cameras in this old neighborhood I lived in.
So the police immediately contacted Mateo. Some of them went to his house while others went to my house.
But the result surprised me.
The police said that everything was normal at Mateo's house.
There was no meat grinder at all, and no woman's body was found.
And the neighbors nearby didn't hear any strange noises.
There were no traces at my doorstep either.
It seemed like everything just now was my imagination.
At this time, Mateo came with the police.