Money Loving CEO's Detective Lover

The light inside the washroom flickered on and off. The night was dark yet lively as the sound of loud music echoed through the area. People outside the bathroom were dancing their hearts out, unaware of the woman inside who was bent over the sink.     

The woman was pale and looked sickly as she churned out yellow and red puke from her stomach. She gagged as the contents of her stomach were gushing out of her mouth, clogging the sink. Her vomit had filled the sink, a pungent smell filling the air.     

The woman was in her mid thirties and in a waitress' uniform. She tried not to spill any of the bile on her shirt otherwise her supervisor would fire her. Lately, she had not been feeling well and vomiting became a regular occurrence.     

Throwing up all the bile accumulated in her stomach, she straightened up and looked at herself in the foggy mirror.      

"What's happening to me?" she sobbed. Slumping against the wall, she sat on the floor. She glanced at the sink where she had thrown up. The things she had puked out included meat. But she was a vegetarian and never consumed any meat.      

 Then why was she throwing up meat? How did it even get into her stomach?     

The woman clutched her knees closer to her chest, frightened at what was happening to her. For the past few days, she had been suffering from memory loss. There were times she had gone to sleep in her own bed but woke up in a forest later. Last night, she found herself waking up in a strange lab of sorts and she had no idea how she got there.     

"What is happening to me?"      

She began to cry. Her grey eyes were full of confusion and distress as she tried to piece together the puzzles. The girl had even gotten her brain examined by a doctor but there was nothing wrong with her head. Her hands were clammy and she felt like vomiting again. The remaining contents in her stomach were rumbling and she rushed to a nearby toilet to throw up again.     

Once she was done, she flushed the toilet. Her face was now paler and more sickly. The girl did not even understand what was happening to her. The incidents from the past few days made no sense. Ever since her visit to the doctor last week for a change in her heart medicines, she had been getting the memory lapses. There were holes in her memories and no matter how much she tried, she just could not seem to recall some events.     

She lowered her head to her knees, trying to think but her head was at a blank. The girl was in a dilemma, unsure of what to do and whom to tell.      

"Please...help…" she prayed. "Please…"     

Was someone going to give her the answers? Would she ever find out what was going on?     

"What a sad little girl."     

Her voice was low and hoarse, filled with an uncharacteristic menace. Her grey eyes which were scared and confused a moment ago, had turned devilish. There was an evil twinkle in them as she slowly looked up. A strange grin was etched on her face as she stared directly ahead. The glee in her voice would make one's spine shiver in fear as she continued to talk to herself.     

"Are you sad, little one?" she asked out loud to no one in particular. "I wonder if you'll be a tasty one too…"     

The manic look in her eyes was haunting as she rocked back and forth on the floor like a mad woman.     

"Too bad this body is weak," she sighed out loud. "Throwing up all the good meat I had eaten last night. It was a good one too. Young and healthy."     

Her nails dug into her soft skin, leaving red marks on them. This one is beginning to get suspicious, she thought. I have to finish my work before she starts to ask too many questions. Too bad this body can't consume meat.     

She sighed loudly.     

"Twenty years I have waited," she murmured. "Twenty years for my revenge. I still have not forgotten the feeling of that bullet piercing my body. It was as if it had happened only yesterday…"     

She let out a loud cackle as she recalled that night. The sixteen year old kid who had dared to stand against him and deprive him of a good meal. All he wanted to do was eat. Was that so wrong?     

"I know your weakness," she said with a giggle. "I know your weakness very well, Hwang Minho. And I will find her."     

The girl let out a menacing laughter which was drowned by the loud music outside. She slowly stood up and fixed her clothes. Wearing a wide smile on her face, she walked out of the bathroom to greet the guests. Who knows, she might be able to pick up a meal on her way home.     

….     

Jina was in her room, frowning. Yumi and Casper were sitting around her, waiting for her to say something. But the little girl was engrossed in her own thoughts.     

"This is so hard!" she complained and lay back on her bed. "How do detectives solve cases?"     

"I told you everything I knew!" Yumi said at once.     

"You only told me you were at a cold place!" Jina snapped. "That could be anywhere! You could have been in a refrigerator for all I know!"     

"Tch!" Yumi scowled. "You're useless!"     

"I'm eight years old!" Jina protested. "At most, I can add two and two! You're the grown up! Solve your own murder!"     

"I would if I knew who it was!" Yumi shot back. Casper tried to raise his hand to say something but Jina continued to banter with Yumi.     

"Keep up that attitude and I'll never help you!" she snapped.     

"You didn't so far!"      

Casper was trying to make peace between the kids but they were now embroiled in a fist fight. Jina held Yumi by the hair, almost pulling off her already lopsided head from her neck while Yumi pulled at Jina's ear.     

"Useless brat!" Yumi shouted.     

"Stupid grown up!" Jina shot back as they wrestled. Yumi's limbs were almost falling apart but she kept on pulling Jina's ears while the latter threw a weak punch at the ghost's nose.      

"You can't hurt me!" Yumi exclaimed.     

"Oh yeah?"     

Jina was about to place a well aimed slap on Yumi's face but found herself being pulled back. Casper had separated both the girls who were hellbent on fighting with each other. He gave both of the girls a stern gaze to quieten them.     

"She started it!" Jina protested.     

"Did not!" Yumi growled. But Casper had enough of their fighting and began to move his hands frantically to express his annoyance. Yumi frowned at the crazy ghost who was madly flaying his arms but Jina only nodded as if she understood everything he was saying.     

"What's the old man saying?" Yumi asked.     

"He's saying we're a bunch of idiots who will only end up in more danger if we keep on acting like children," Jina said. She turned to Casper and added, "But I am a child!"     

Casper made some gestures, making Jina say, "Ohhh!"     

"What's he saying now?" Yumi demanded.     

"He said, let the police handle this," Jina parroted. "We can send them an anonymous tip saying that the killer is most probably using some sort of cold storage lab where he keeps his victims."     

Casper nodded in agreement.     

"Cas, you're a genius!" Jina squealed. "Why didn't we think of that! The killer is probably using cold storage!"     

"Probably a truck!" Yumi said thoughtfully. "I remember the place where I was kept in was also moving. As if it was being driven."     

"Now she's telling us!" Jina said, facepalming herself. "Couldn't you have said it before?"     

"There's another thing!" Yumi exclaimed. "I don't remember much of what happened but I did come in and out of consciousness at times. I didn't know what was happening but I heard a phrase."     

Jina and Casper gaped at her. "What phrase?" Jina asked.     

"It was…" Yumi racked her brain, trying to recall. "It was something like eleven fifty nine. Yes! It was eleven fifty nine!"