Even though he hadn't found anything, in the end Oliver concluded that from that day on, he should be more cautious with his actions.

He looked to the side where he saw his relics and sighed as he got up and walked over to them.

Time passed and he went through his wardrobe, seeming to calmly adjust his shirts while also going through his backpack, until he heard a knock on the door.

After all those events, Oliver directed a sharp look at the door and after throwing his backpack on the bed, he approached it carefully, looking through the peephole to see who was knocking.

Outside there were two police officers looking down, but they did not have weapons in their hands, both were very close to the door, positioned to the side, allowing only their faces and part of their bodies to be seen.

With a certain suspicion, Oliver looked out the window and saw that a police car was parked on the street, making him sigh in relief, until he heard the knock again and then a voice.

“Mr Oliver, it’s the police. We need to ask some questions, open the door.”

Oliver looked towards the door again and sighed, then said:

"I am going."

Soon he went to the door and opened it, getting a better look at the two police officers.

As soon as they saw the boy's face, they both raised their badges while one with short, blonde hair said.

“Officer Henryk Mccal and this is Stuart Derek.” Next to him was a man with a cigarette in his mouth, with black hair and a tired look, who just nodded his head as Henryk continued. “Like I said, we need to ask some questions about yesterday. Do you mind if we come in?”

With the policeman's tone of voice revealing that it was an order and not a request, Oliver could also see that they both had batons on their waists while on the other side there was a holster with a simple pistol inside.

When he saw the two, Oliver would just step back, allowing them to pass.

They both entered the room and looked at the surroundings, seeing the entire interior.

The room was small and there were some corners with functions, like a small kitchen that was nothing more than a table positioned with some cabinets and a bathroom.

It looked very simple, even the bed was a single and was next to a nightstand where the notebook was kept and next to it a black wardrobe.

Stuart went to the bed and put his hand under the mattress, making Oliver step forward and say.

"Hey."

But soon Henryk stopped him with the club, saying:

“It’s just a simple investigation, there’s nothing to fear.”

His tone was serious and Oliver realized that it would be better to leave it as it was, leaving him to just observe from there.

The black-haired policeman moved the mattress and lifted it, but found nothing, not even under the bed.

Even without any apparent clues, the police officer continued to walk around the boy's room, following him with his eyes until he spoke.

“Why am I being investigated and interrogated? Did you find anything about my parents?”

This time it was Oliver who had a more serious tone, but it was clear rhetoric, making the officer sigh as he said it.

“Little by little the investigation progresses, we haven’t found anything big yet. But what matters now is that we want to ask about yesterday.”

‘What matters now?’

It was Oliver's thought that he faced seriously and said.

"What do you want to know?"

Henryk listened and they both saw Stuart open the wardrobe and put away the shirts.

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Oliver looked back at Henryk and continued.

“In yesterday's shooting, some people claim to have seen you running and returning home wearing a cape, it was late afternoon. What do you have to tell us about this.”

As soon as the sentence came to an end, Oliver thought.

'It's a trap.'

He soon realized the vague information, along with the wrong time, seemed to be an attempt to make him spill the beans.

Looking at the police officer, he could see seriousness, even if there was malice in the question.

Again he looked back and noticed Stuart looking at the wardrobe, moving it away and taking out some clothes.

Finally Oliver turned to Henryk saying.

“When I heard the shooting, I ran and tried to hide. At the first opportunity I returned to the building, after all it is the safest place I imagine, besides, it was night.”

“But that doesn’t explain the cover, you didn’t mention it at any point.”

He continued to look serious and Oliver responded.

“I don’t wear a cape, what I sometimes wear is a coat. I leave it untied at the waist to feel more comfortable and maybe you saw that yesterday.”

The police officer continued to stare at Oliver who returned the look, they both stared at each other for a few seconds while the police officer wrote down Oliver's sentences.

Soon he put the notebook away and placed his hands on his hips saying:

“You weren't wearing that overcoat at work or college, were you? Besides, some people said they saw their hands injured, can you explain more about them?”

"Clear."

Oliver passed next to the police officer, walking calmly while he thought.

‘They seem to have been following me for a while.’

Arriving in the kitchen, Oliver showed a larger knife that he had bought and said.

“About the cuts, I'm just learning how to cook. But I have no talent. As for the overcoat, you can check my backpack, sir.”

Stuart had finished checking his wardrobe and hadn't found anything that caught his eye.

When he heard about the backpack, Henryk would look back and his companion would nod, going over to the backpack that was on the bed.

When he opened it, he saw some books positioned along with a coat that seemed forcedly pushed there, in front of the books.

He showed the backpack and Henryk watched as Oliver left the knife on the table and crossed his arms.

“Seems misplaced there, huh? Take it off, Stuart.”

The other officer nodded and took off his overcoat.

The piece of clothing was stretched out and looked a little wrinkled, but even after knocking it a few times and checking the pockets, there was nothing, not even in the backpack, only making the police officers look at each other, looking thoughtful.

A short time later, Stuart left his backpack and coat on the bed while Henryk spoke.

“We’re done here, we’ll come back later and if you find anything, call this number.”

He took a small piece of paper from his shirt with a police number written on it and continued.

“We came here because you generated some suspicions, and we questioned some of your colleagues at work and college who said that you were acting strange today.”

Oliver sighed and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“They worry a lot, but in the end I was still scared after seeing that shooting so close. I thought I was going to die and I still haven’t fully absorbed it.”

He lowered his head slightly while hiding his face, while the police officers faced each other and went to the door.

Noticing that, Oliver soon opened the door so they could pass through as Henryk said.

“I hope it doesn’t happen again, we’re just doing our jobs.”

Upon hearing that, Oliver squinted slightly, until the two were outside.

Just before they left, Henryk turned around and said.

“Oliver, researching his background, learned of the incident with his family.” When he heard the sentence, Oliver lightly pressed the doorknob and the officer continued. “Some of us are still working on it, so you can rest assured. We will find a way to find your family.”

Soon after, the police officer turned and headed towards the exit, being accompanied by his companion as they went down the stairs.

Oliver's hand was still gripping the doorknob as his face looked more serious and somber as he stared straight ahead, thinking.

‘Are you going to find a way?’ He would soon close the door with a little more force and then turn to the wardrobe, walking towards it and opening its doors while thinking. ‘If I have to count on it, I prefer to work alone.’

The moment he opened it, he saw all his clothes hanging out on hangers, along with some moved by the police officer, making Oliver frown as he sighed, but in the end he took his hand to the ceiling and pushed lightly, making the ceiling move. and make a dry wooden noise.

Soon he moved the part and from above slipped the bow, the loose arrows and the folded quiver, along with the cover that was at the end of the wooden part.

Oliver once again returned the false wooden ceiling to its place and hid the relics, looking back and seeing the coat as he thought.

'I managed to convince, but generating a disguise was a last minute idea, the plan had its holes, but they seem to have other suspects.'

He closed the wardrobe and looked out the window again, seeing the two police officers get into the car as they started it and left.

Still staring at the vehicle, he thought.

‘Now I’m going to have to be more careful, there are too many eyes on me.’ Soon the car disappeared from his vision while he leaned his arm against the window so he could see the entire street while he was rambling. ‘That woman with silver hair, the hooded men, the shooters from yesterday and now the police.’

Clenching his fist lightly, he turned away from the window and said.

"Right."