This time, as usual, I went out to walk the dog. After returning, just as I was about to lie down in the bedroom to rest, I thought I heard my dog’s thoughts. “How odd, there seems to be a strange odor in the house.” “It smells bad, like the scent of a stranger.” I remembered the dismemberment case my husband had mentioned to me last night, and it sent shivers down my spine. I didn’t care if I was imagining things; staying safe was my top priority. Just as I reached for the leash to head out, there was a knock on the door, and I heard my husband’s voice. “Phoebe, open the door.” Recently, I’ve noticed something unusual about my little dog, Buddy. He keeps sniffing around the house, as if searching for something. But besides me and my husband, there’s no one else here. So, I didn’t think much of it, assuming Buddy might just be restless because he’s entering his mating season. Today, after our usual walk, I planned to grab some clothes and take a shower to wash off the sweat. Just as I loosened the leash and was about to open the bedroom door, I heard a very unfamiliar voice. “Why does it feel like there’s a strange smell in the house? It’s been here all along, so stinky! Mom, can you get rid of that bad guy?” I froze, looking around to find the source of the voice. But in my house, it’s just me and my boyfriend. That wasn’t my boyfriend’s voice, and he wasn’t even home from work yet. Who could it be? While I was hesitating, the voice spoke again. “Why isn’t Mom moving? Does Mom think there’s a strange smell too?” Mom? I looked at my little dog, Buddy, in disbelief. Could it be him talking? But how could a dog talk? I shook my head, wondering if work stress was causing me to hear things. Standing at the bedroom door, my hands on the doorknob, I hesitated for a long time. What if, just what if, it was true?
I decided to test whether I was just imagining things. I quietly took out Buddy’s favorite treat. Placed it in front of him. “Yummy, yummy. Why is Mom suddenly feeding me?” Buddy happily wagged his tail, munching away, and I heard his thoughts again. My heart sank. A dog’s sense of smell is far more acute than a human’s. If Buddy sensed something strange in the house, there had to be. I recalled the home invasion murder case my husband had mentioned a few days ago. What if, by sheer bad luck, I ran into the murderer? I couldn’t help but think of those gruesome home invasion cases. The victims died with open eyes, and some were even more tragic, with their intestines scattered everywhere. These cases hadn’t affected me much before. But coincidentally, our neighborhood hasn’t felt safe lately, with many people’s belongings going missing. Reporting to the police yielded nothing. Unresolved cases are like a sword hanging over my head, never allowing me to relax.
Of all the strategies, fleeing seemed the best. I nervously picked up the leash, planning to escape with Buddy. “Knock, knock, knock—” there was a knock on the door. Then I heard the sound of keys turning, and my boyfriend Kieran entered with a cheerful smile. This guy, still smiling. I considered telling Kieran about the possible intruder. But just as I was about to speak— Buddy spoke again. “Huh? Why does Dad also smell bad? Like that stranger’s smell.” This news felt like falling into an icy abyss. I felt waves of coldness sweeping over me. Could Kieran be connected to that stranger? But he’s my partner, the one I share my life with.
The story of Kieran and me is simple. Kieran is well-known at the academy, not just for his numerous part-time jobs, but also for his outstanding grades. Even though he wore patched clothes, the unyielding determination in his eyes deeply moved me. So I pursued him passionately. I was born into a well-educated family, the only daughter in a first-tier city, with intellectual parents, always living without financial worries. Initially, Kieran wasn’t interested in me. But I persisted, and a year later, our story found its ending. We became a couple. However, this led to a lot of gossip in the academy. They all said Kieran was a poor boy who managed to win over a wealthy, beautiful girl. I even argued with Kieran over this. But later, Kieran didn’t care about these rumors and treated me even better than before. After we graduated from college, we got married. Because he was Kieran, I chose to enter wedded bliss early. I believe our relationship hasn’t reached a point where he would want to harm me.
Out of caution, I held back my words. I treated Kieran with care and attention as usual when he came home. I didn’t want to arouse his suspicion. I also didn’t intend to judge if Kieran had such thoughts. Because I was really scared. I couldn’t risk my life. But how could I leave here without leaving a trace? I looked at the door and discovered something chilling. The door seemed to be double-locked. I couldn’t believe it, so I went over. Gently turned the doorknob. Sure enough, the door was double-locked. Why would Kieran lock the door? A series of questions burst in my head. I didn’t want to think about anything, nor did I dare to. “Phoebe, what are you doing?” Kieran’s voice came from behind me. I was startled but pretended to be calm, asking him in my usual tone. “Why did you lock the door?” I looked at him with genuine confusion. “Phoebe, do you know about the recent home invasion murder case?” Kieran looked at me, a peculiar smile on his face. His gaze made me shiver.
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