For this plan, Dim-Dim decided to tail Kulaccini Stars first. He was the one he found most suspicious. He told Pedro his idea while they were filling their stomachs at the restaurant across from the administration building."Oh, not him," Pedro said as he munched on his fried fish. "He's unsettling. He's definitely up to no good.""I think so too, that's why we need to follow him home," Dim-Dim insisted. "He's a twin. You can pretend to be the other one when his twin isn't around.""Turning into someone else isn't that easy, buddy," Pedro said. "Especially if they've communicated before.""Then you be his helper, a pizza delivery guy, or whatever, and help me get in. I just need a way in, and once I'm inside his house, I won't bother you anymore," Dim-Dim pleaded. "Come on."Pedro sighed, then nodded. "I trust you. And you're making me feel offended. A helper? A pizza guy? We better find out on the internet if they have parents. I'll be their mom."So, while munching on fries, Dim-Dim
Dim-Dim, in the orange cat form, jumped down to the floor, then sauntered out of the room. Kulaccini's room was next door. He nudged the door open with his furry head and found the room empty; Kulaccini Stars was still in the bathroom. Dim-Dim smiled, feeling lucky.He had never been this lucky before, so he quickly climbed onto Kulaccini Stars' work desk, then checked the neatly arranged files on it. But, unlike his twin brother, Kulaccini Stars was very organized. He kept all his files in a fingerprint-secured glass cabinet.Dim-Dim squinted, then peered through the mosaic glass. The files inside were arranged by year. He didn't find any information, so he moved the mouse with his paw to turn on the computer screen. Again, Kulaccini's computer used security systems.What was he hoping to win?Even Dim-Dim himself used a password to protect his laptop.Before Kulaccini came out of the bathroom, Dim-Dim walked out of the room and stretched in the hallway.For a moment, he meowed looki
"Roamer Rockf, in his late 40s. He used to have a son, but he died in an accident," Pedro said as they casually drove through the streets of Safe City."How did it happen?" Dim-Dim asked, intrigued by the story. Upon first seeing the man, he had never imagined Roamer Rockf as someone who had lost a child.Pedro shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes Amma's parents discuss it, subtly blaming Rockf's wife for negligence, but they never talk about the tragedy specifically. You know those gossiping parents of Amma; they're harsh with their words, usually gossiping about wealthy people. You're lucky not to be part of their gossip material. Their words can be really cutting.""I don't know if I should feel relieved or what because I'm not wealthy, so they don't gossip about me," Dim-Dim joked, and Pedro laughed."You get what I mean, buddy.""I understand. Is there any news about Rockf's son on the internet?"Pedro shook his head, then paused to think. "Like I said, there's no news about it. Bu
Roamer Rockf's house appeared simple, a single-story building with spacious white steps, pillars, square windows, and pavilions. The only distinguishing feature that brought freshness to the white building was the rose bushes growing beneath each window.When Dim-Dim decided to transform into a butterfly and landed on the head of Pedro, who had transformed into a beautiful girl in a neat suit, he didn't feel out of place."Miss Jane," greeted one of the gardeners, and Pedro waved casually."Hi. Is Mr. Rockf at home?" he asked."Yes, he is, Miss Jane," replied the gardener.So, Pedro in Jane's guise confidently knocked on the white door of Roamer Rockf's house.A housekeeper woman almost instantly opened the door. "Miss Jane! What a surprise!" she exclaimed.Pedro made a modest chuckle, and the woman smiled, seeing Jane so happy."I miss Pudding," Pedro said in a playful tone that didn't seem irritating on Jane's face but rather endearing. "But I miss you all too." His eyes briefly gla
When Pedro returned with Roamer Rockf, the private workspace was already tidy."Jane, please come back another time," Roamer said. He didn't seem as drunk as before, but his cheeks were still flushed, indicating he was still affected. "I promise to have someone take your dog for a walk.""Not my dog. My child. Pudding is like my daughter now," Jane smiled, and Roamer chuckled."Yes, I'll pay someone to take 'my granddaughter' for a walk," Roamer said. "Now go back to your work. Do you like your workplace environment?""I love it. Thank you for recommending me," Pedro said."Yeah, no problem. If my son were still alive, I'd recommend him," Roamer said frankly. "But now it's just you, and I know he loved you, so... I'll be good to you."For a moment, a butterfly landed on his head, and Pedro, disguised as Jane, casually left the office of one of Safe City's founders, then drank the chamomile tea made for him and quickly walked out of the house's yard. They parked their car one block awa
"And women like Yunabella Goldrif surely come around midnight. She's not Cinderella, buddy. She's a party girl.""So, are we going to be here until midnight?" Dim-Dim asked, suddenly nervous again."Yeah," muttered Pedro. "We'll be here until she shows up, and when she leaves, I have to be the guy who leaves with her. Or you. One of us.""We need to successfully dig up information from Yunabella, because girls like her are always good at maintaining their image online. Nothing personal ever surfaces except for a deceased husband who left a lot of wills.""I understand," Dim-Dim said. He was the one who initiated the investigation into the founders of Safe City, so he had to stay strong and focused on his goal. He chewed on another fry when suddenly his phone buzzed. A notification from Monstachat.EDEL: Hang in there! I'm on my way!TARA: Is that you? Snacking on fries at the bar tonight?Reading the second message, Dim-Dim immediately looked left and right, and his eyes locked onto T
"Somebody mentioned cold cakes? Oh, I really enjoyed the event at that cake shop," said a woman, and for a moment Dim-Dim, Edel, and Pedro turned towards the voice.Not far from them, Yunabella Goldrif was sipping her drink."Me too. It was inspired by my friend," said Edel, unaware of whom she was talking to."So, why blue? Why not pink, or red, like Valentine's Day usually?" said Yunabella."Well, because I wanted to depict not Valentine's, but something between a frozen heart and cake. I made the cake as delicious as possible hoping sweet food could thaw someone's frozen heart, or at the very least, celebrate with them," said Edel. Then, she covered her mouth momentarily with the back of her hand, hiccuping. "Oops, what am I saying? I think I'm a bit tipsy.""I'll drive you home," said Dim-Dim. He stood up, but Pedro didn't follow him. Pedro didn't even look in his direction."May I buy you a drink, Madam?" Pedro asked, and Dim-Dim blinked.Yunabella smiled at Pedro. "Sure, please
To: Z.I've sent the money. That's the last. I must remind you that if you keep squeezing us, I'll send someone to take care of you, doctor. I didn't ask you to create such a terrible monster! I was drunk that night, and I don't remember agreeing to something as horrible as your offer that night.When Pedro read the email the next day, he didn't seem too concerned about it as a betrayal."She said in the email, she was drunk at the time. So she wasn't really asking Dr. ZA to create monsters," Pedro said while leaning on the counter."While Roamer Rockf clearly stated he didn't ask Dr. ZA to create those monsters," Dim-Dim muttered."Yeah, but maybe after his son's death, he's no longer ambitious to chase money like before," Pedro said.Dim-Dim wondered if now, after spending a night with Yunabella Goldrif, Pedro was no longer neutral and wanted to blame all the founders of Safe City except Goldrif."That's cruel. But I'm sure if that man didn't want to send Dr. ZA money, it means he r