Extremely urgent

  It was the last winter afternoon of the 20th century, with white snowflakes gently falling outside and an unusually cold weather. At this time, I, who couldn't go out due to being in a wheelchair, would always "take pleasure in others' misfortune" by telling myself how fortunate I am. Having just sent away one client and waiting for another scheduled appointment, a long-distance consultation call from a man, the phone rang again. I picked it up, but on the other end was an urgent and somewhat commanding request from a girl:

  "Teacher Si, I want to see you right away?"

  "Are you asking for advice?"

  "Right!"

  "I'm really sorry, I have something urgent to attend to and need to take care of it right away. Can you wait for a moment?"

  "No! I must see you at once, otherwise there will be no chance..."

  "What's wrong? Why so urgent?"

  "I want to kill... someone!"

  The "kill" character in "killing" was dragged out for a long time and sounded fierce. I suddenly realized that the problem wasn't so simple, and immediately said to her:

  "Where are you now? I live in..."

  Before I could finish speaking, she interrupted me and said:

  "I know your home, now I've arrived, just at the phone booth downstairs of your building, looking up and I can see the windows of your house..."