Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“My identification? Won’t the website get suspicious?” I questioned.
“They won’t.”
“That’s good.”
I chewed on my fish, while my mind was still thinking about my identification.
Dacia was a mermaid from the underwater world. He was no different from a whale, a dolphin, or a tiger shark.
Who would care if a marine fish had identification or not?
But now that this “fish” had mixed into the crowd, if he didn’t have any identification, it might affect his daily life.
He couldn’t take any transport that required identification, like cruises, planes, trains, etc.
He could not take any technical tests for licenses, such as a driver’s license.
Nor could he register to marry me and become my lawful husband.
“What are you thinking about? You don’t look happy.” Dacia looked at me. He was sensitive and could always sense the change in my mood.
“Nothing.” I hadn’t figured out how to discuss my identification with him.
Dacia’s gaze was skeptical. I thought he was going to pursue the matter, but he just nodded and said nothing.
The atmosphere of this dinner wasn’t very pleasant.
After dinner, I went to wash the plates while he continued writing his novel.
He told me that the editor had told him that he had to write a certain number of words a day. Otherwise, it would affect his royalties.
I watched a movie alone. After that, I went to the bedroom to sleep alone again.
But I tossed and turned in bed for a long time without falling asleep. I kept waiting for Dacia to push open the door and come in, then hug me and coax me to sleep.
He didn’t come when I fell asleep, and when I woke up, he wasn’t beside me.
I wondered what time he wrote until last night. I gently pushed open the bathroom door and saw him fast asleep in the shower.
I couldn’t bear to disturb him while I took the bus to work after breakfast.
Like yesterday morning, two young people sat in front of me.
They were also discussing the murder case and said that another young woman was killed last night.
She died in the same manner as Mandy. Her throat was slit, and her internal organs were emptied. Her internal organs were hung on a drying rack.
At first I didn’t believe it. I thought it was a story they made up.
But when I arrived at the office and heard my colleagues talking about it, I believed them.
The third victim of this serial murderer was none other than Emma, who gave me and Dacia a ride yesterday afternoon!
Another woman from our company was killed. This was too scary!
The department heads held emergency meetings.
Halfway through the meeting, the police arrived.
Because Mandy and Emma both belonged to this company, the police finally came.
We were all interrogated by the police.
And I spoke to the police longer than anyone else.
Not only because Mandy and I were good friends, but also because I rode in Emma’s car yesterday afternoon.
“Call your boyfriend and go to the police station immediately. We need to have you two give a statement,” the police officer said.
I was stunned. Did we have to leave identification info to make the statement? But Dacia didn’t have one!
“I’m sorry… my boyfriend went to Sifri Town this morning. He won’t be back until tomorrow morning. His family lives there. He went back to see his parents.”
I found an excuse.
I wanted to make the business trip location overseas, but I was afraid the police would ask me for Dacia’s identification information to confirm his trip.
So I told them about Sifri Town, which was a little distance from Eureka. It would take at least three hours to drive there. That way, I shouldn’t arouse any suspicion from the police.
“I see. Come with us first,” the police said.
I left the company with the police while my colleagues watched.
My colleagues looked at me suspiciously, as if I was the murderer.
I muted the phone while the police weren’t looking, because I was afraid that if Dacia suddenly contacted me, my lie would be exposed.
When we reached the police station, I took my statement as the police had told me. Then they told me to sit and wait. They said they had something to do and would be back in a minute.
In the end, I waited at the police station for the entire day and didn’t eat lunch.
During that time, other police officers came over and asked who I was waiting for. I told them the truth. They just nodded and told me to continue waiting.
Dacia called me twice but I didn’t answer. He must be anxious. And I wasn’t any better than he was.
It was only when it was past nine in the evening that the two policemen who had asked me to wait for them returned.
They looked at me like I was an alien and said in surprise, “My God! How could I have forgotten you?”
“Sorry, Madam. The police station is too busy today.”
Hearing them say that, I felt helpless and even angry.
If they weren’t police and this wasn’t the police station, I might have slapped them twice.
“So, officers, do you need me to do anything else?” I asked while suppressing my emotions.
They pretended to frown as they looked at the documents on the table. Then, they said to me, “There’s nothing for now. You can go home.”
They delayed my work for a day and made me starve. In the end, they told me that there was nothing!
What kind of joke was this? Why didn’t they let me leave earlier? This was too much!
Although I was angry, I still acted humble. “Okay, thank you..”