The Blind Side
Language: en
To escape late-night seminars and mandatory study halls, I forged a medical record claiming I had night blindness. Everyone believed that once the lights went down, I was effectively blind. Then, one night, a murder occurred in my dorm hallway. When the killer was dragging the body at the dark end of the corridor, I was standing right at the other end. He saw me, but he didn't panic. Because he knew me, and he thought I couldn’t see him. Right before my eyes, he calmly dragged the body away and cleaned up the blood. I could only stand there, pretending to enjoy the evening breeze,…