In September 1992, I would be killed by shot on the hit of my crotch. I would have
fallen into an unconscious condition for a day after, and I died.
" ---- Oh, sad…." Some kindfully woman's voice was thrown on my deadly slept body.
My dead body might go to The Heaven.
" ---- It's wrong. Wrong ! " Some cleverly woman's voice raised her voice.
I waked up from my bed with her voice for a day after. It was as like a dream when
I was shot by someone. It was only remained creepy feeling for me that I might be
killed. I decided to go where I might be shot.
There remained two pockets that were seen as like bullet holes on a wall, however,
I could not find any bullets and cartridges. There only remained a yellow car beside
one pocket ( This car could park here for many months ).
Before a day, when I went through here by bicycle in the night, I heard a crack sound
near the wall. I could not hear the sound of gun firing. I pedaled my bicycle away
immediately. It was uncertain why I could realize it was a gunshot and why I could
pedal away there. A few seconds after, I heard a blowout sound from behind faintly
and a crack sound near the wall. I pedaled away the much quicker.
---- That was my real event.