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was a man close to me who was a wonderful person though they were both the same age.I had yet to have any deep relationship with Mr. Yoshiwaki, but when Shingo heard that, he became enraged and hit and kicked me. He said with a menacing look that while he was suffering every day here I was cheating on him. But even so, he didn’t forbid me from going to my part-time job because he knew that if I didn’t, he wouldn’t get his three regular meals a day. After that incident, I began to distance myself from him even more.
5. On May 5th, Shingo came to the living room to have dinner as always. It was already nearing nine o’clock, and both of the girls were in their own rooms. I had some pressing things to do at work and was late coming home, so I had bought some frozen food on the way. Shingo complained about that, for starters. He said that I had not only kept him waiting but was also trying to make do with frozen food. I became angry in turn. Even though I was exhausted from working all day, I also did the housework, and wouldn’t take that from some aged NEET. I was tired and must have been irritated. We immediately began to quarrel, and Shingo threw a dish from the table at me and punched me pretty hard in the face. I was no match for him strength-wise so the quarrel just ended there, but I just detested him terribly. I wouldn’t have to suffer if that man disappeared, if not for him I could live with Mr. Yoshiwaki—my hatred deepened when I thought that, and in the end I came to believe that the only way out was to kill him. Shingo went to take a bath right after dinner. I followed him. I apparently had a retractable knife in my hand, but I did not realize it at the time. I must have taken it unconsciously from the toolbox in the cabinet. In the bathroom, Shingo was humming some song, which also angered me. When I said that I wanted to reconcile with him and wash his back, he didn’t suspect anything and invited me in. I told him to turn around, and he defenselessly showed me his back and sat down. Then Istabbed him in the neck with the knife. Probably because the blade was sharp, it pierced his neck easily, and I stabbed him about three times. Blood flew out like a fountain. I had taken off my clothes and got a lot of his blood on my body, but it washed off easily in the shower.
6. After killing Shingo, I fretted. I couldn’t go live with Mr. Yoshiwaki if I got arrested for murder. In any case, I had to do something with the corpse that lay before my eyes. When I went to look in the girls’ rooms to see if they’d noticed, they both appeared to be sound asleep, so I thought that I had to do something with the body that night. What came to mind was just taking it somewhere and dumping it. The blood had stopped oozing from the wounds, but I thought that if it started again the crime would come to light. I got from the shed the blue tarp we’d bought before for outdoor use, spread it on the floor of the dressing area next to the bath, put Shingo’s body on top of it, and began to wash away the blood that had dirtied the bath area. Blood had squirted almost to the ceiling, and cleaning it took a long time.
7. While I was cleaning up, my father-in-law who lives nearby visited, but I didn’t notice his arrival at first because of the shower noise as I cleaned the bathroom. All of a sudden, I sensed someone’s presence in the dressing area, and my father-in-law opened the bathroom door and entered. I caught a glimpse of Shingo’s body through the open door, and realized then that everything was already up. My father-in-law’s face was ghastly pale as he looked alternately at me and at Shingo’s body, but after confirming with me that I had killed his son, he immediately reported it to the police. I just sat in the living room until the police arrived.
8. I certainly killed Shingo. However, as I just explained to you, I flared up because he hit me, and I had in no way been planning to kill him. I think all
5. On May 5th, Shingo came to the living room to have dinner as always. It was already nearing nine o’clock, and both of the girls were in their own rooms. I had some pressing things to do at work and was late coming home, so I had bought some frozen food on the way. Shingo complained about that, for starters. He said that I had not only kept him waiting but was also trying to make do with frozen food. I became angry in turn. Even though I was exhausted from working all day, I also did the housework, and wouldn’t take that from some aged NEET. I was tired and must have been irritated. We immediately began to quarrel, and Shingo threw a dish from the table at me and punched me pretty hard in the face. I was no match for him strength-wise so the quarrel just ended there, but I just detested him terribly. I wouldn’t have to suffer if that man disappeared, if not for him I could live with Mr. Yoshiwaki—my hatred deepened when I thought that, and in the end I came to believe that the only way out was to kill him. Shingo went to take a bath right after dinner. I followed him. I apparently had a retractable knife in my hand, but I did not realize it at the time. I must have taken it unconsciously from the toolbox in the cabinet. In the bathroom, Shingo was humming some song, which also angered me. When I said that I wanted to reconcile with him and wash his back, he didn’t suspect anything and invited me in. I told him to turn around, and he defenselessly showed me his back and sat down. Then Istabbed him in the neck with the knife. Probably because the blade was sharp, it pierced his neck easily, and I stabbed him about three times. Blood flew out like a fountain. I had taken off my clothes and got a lot of his blood on my body, but it washed off easily in the shower.
6. After killing Shingo, I fretted. I couldn’t go live with Mr. Yoshiwaki if I got arrested for murder. In any case, I had to do something with the corpse that lay before my eyes. When I went to look in the girls’ rooms to see if they’d noticed, they both appeared to be sound asleep, so I thought that I had to do something with the body that night. What came to mind was just taking it somewhere and dumping it. The blood had stopped oozing from the wounds, but I thought that if it started again the crime would come to light. I got from the shed the blue tarp we’d bought before for outdoor use, spread it on the floor of the dressing area next to the bath, put Shingo’s body on top of it, and began to wash away the blood that had dirtied the bath area. Blood had squirted almost to the ceiling, and cleaning it took a long time.
7. While I was cleaning up, my father-in-law who lives nearby visited, but I didn’t notice his arrival at first because of the shower noise as I cleaned the bathroom. All of a sudden, I sensed someone’s presence in the dressing area, and my father-in-law opened the bathroom door and entered. I caught a glimpse of Shingo’s body through the open door, and realized then that everything was already up. My father-in-law’s face was ghastly pale as he looked alternately at me and at Shingo’s body, but after confirming with me that I had killed his son, he immediately reported it to the police. I just sat in the living room until the police arrived.
8. I certainly killed Shingo. However, as I just explained to you, I flared up because he hit me, and I had in no way been planning to kill him. I think all
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