On the screen, we can only make out the silhouette of a man, dressed in light jeans, a black coat, his face hidden under a hood, his hands gloved. It is 12:31 a.m. on the 1er December 2016. He advances briskly, his head towards a point on the facade of the Rousseau building of the Besançon university residence, stops for a few seconds and disappears from the view of the camera. The figure reappears at 1:11 a.m., stops again in the same place, takes pictures with its mobile phone, moves forward, then turns around, takes another picture. At 6:14 a.m., a new passage, shorter, followed by another at 6:42 a.m., then at 7:12 a.m.
The following night, from 1er on December 2, the camera captures the same silhouette, at 8:33 p.m. and 10:26 p.m. It returns on the 2nd, at 10:59 a.m., then at 4:15 p.m. on the face, the same gaze directed towards the same point on the facade. No passage was noted during the night of December 2 to 3. On December 3, the man returned for the first time at 10:25 p.m., a second at 3:44 a.m.
In the minutes preceding each appearance of the silhouette on the CCTV camera, the GPS of Nicolas Zepeda’s rental vehicle and his mobile phone activate the relay located on the Besançon campus. And the window under which he passes thirteen times in three days is that of room 106, where his ex-girlfriend Narumi Kurosaki lives.
Screams “like in a horror movie”
Monday, April 4, we were dizzy by the accumulation of evidence gathered against the young Chilean who, seven days earlier, claimed in front of the Assize Court of Besançon to have fallen ” by chance ” on Narumi Kurosaki, while parking in the parking lot of the university residence on December 4, 2016. After having dinner and spending the night with him, the Japanese student never gave another sign of life.
But she screamed to death. On the night of December 4 to 5, eleven students from the Rousseau building of the Besançon university residence were suddenly awakened. Room 102, Rachel, a Scottish student, panics, rushes to lock her door, grabs her cell phone, sends bursts of text messages to her hall neighbors between 3:18 and 3:21. “I’m fucking terrified”, she writes. The cries are “like in a horror movie”. She feels like “it was in the same corridor”. In another text, she notes: “It sounded like someone was being murdered” [On aurait dit quelqu’un en train de se faire assassiner].
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