Framed as a Peeping Tom, but I'm Blind

Captain Jenkins finally lost all patience with me.

"What's with the incessant questions? You did this to yourself and are only reaping what you've sown! You can't blame anyone else but yourself for this!"

I laughed, the sound echoing in the room eerily.

"You're right. Who else can I blame?" I muttered to myself.

Then, I reached out and felt around till I brushed against the statement record.

Just as Captain Jenkins thought I would sign it, I mustered every bit of strength in my body to tear it into shreds.

The scraps of paper fluttered to the floor like falling snow.

Captain Jenkins was utterly dumbfounded, clearly not expecting that I would dare do that.

"You… Are you nuts?" He jumped to his feet and jabbed a finger at me, yelling, "You're resisting arrest, which is an additional charge that will make things worse for you!"

Meeting his fury head-on, I calmly said, "I won't admit to something I didn't do. You can fabricate the evidence, or you can beat me up. Whatever you do, don't think that you can make me submit. You want me to confess to those crimes? Well, over my dead body."

My words had the same effect as if a resounding slap was sent across his cheek. His face reddened, then purpled.

"Alright! Fine!" His entire body was trembling from the extent of his rage. "You have guts, I'll give you that! Let's see just how much you can take, then!"

Following that, he spun on his heel and stomped toward the door, where he bellowed, "Men, cuff him up and submit an official detainment form! I'll make him learn what the authority of the law truly is!"

Seconds later, two officers rushed inside and roughly yanked me off the bed. Once again, I had cuffs slapped over my wrists, but this time, they were much tighter, enough to cause me pain.

With the officers shoving me from behind, I could only stumble my way forward.

At that moment, my phone rang. The monotonous electronic voice typical of a blind-accessible phone then spoke up, telling me I had a call.

Impatience radiated from one of the police officers, and he moved to hang up.

However, I said, "Let me answer it."

My voice was calm and steady, leaving no room for negotiation.

The officers hesitated, only for Captain Jenkins to shout, "As if! Take him away!"

"If this phone call causes you to miss the 'truth' you're so eager to uncover, you'll have to bear the consequences yourselves."

That had Captain Jenkins freezing on the spot and shooting me a suspicious look.

In the end, though, he still gestured for one of the officers to hand me my phone.

I felt around till I found the "accept" button and pressed it. Immediately, a familiar female voice came over the line, tone cold and distant.

"Mr. Luson, it's me, your landlady. I'm giving you three days to move out of my house. I don't want a disgusting pervert staying in my unit."

The woman was none other than my landlady, Mary Liese. Not a hint of warmth was in her voice.

"Mrs. Liese, it's not what you think," I attempted to explain.

"I don't want to hear it!" She cut me off harshly. "I just know that you moved in, and a week later, such an ugly mess happened! The residents' group chat is exploding with messages as everyone is cursing me for renting the place out to you! How am I supposed to rent out that unit in the future? What about my reputation?"

Her voice grew increasingly shrill as she spoke, and it was filled with her fury at being dragged into this matter.

"Mr. Luson, I don't care whether you're truly a pervert or if you're innocent. You only get three days! If you're not moved out by then, I'll have people come in to throw all your belongings out!"

With that, she ended the call, not even waiting for me to respond.

A dead silence descended upon the room.