Chapter 93: Chapter 93: There’s Someone Under Your Bed
Renee Jennings looked at Fisher, her bright eyes filled with sincerity. "Yes, Becky wants to go downstairs to play."
Fisher’s eyes widened in realization as she nodded. "No wonder Becky kept biting my pant leg and standing by the door. So that’s what it wanted—to go downstairs and play."
She rubbed Becky’s head and smiled. "Okay, I’ll take you down for a little walk in a bit."
"Don’t wait," Renee Jennings said, her tone lighthearted. "You should grant your furry baby’s every wish. Take it downstairs to play right now."
[Host, is something wrong?]
[I feel like this isn’t as simple as it looks. Fisher, hurry and listen to the host! Take the Garfield cat downstairs!]
[Suddenly I’m getting nervous.]
Seeing the comments, Fisher’s heart tightened, and a strange sense of unease washed over her.
She was the type to listen to advice, so she scooped Becky up from the sofa and stood. "The host is right. I’ll take it downstairs to play right now."
Cradling the Garfield cat and holding her phone, Fisher walked out the door.
Only after Fisher had taken the elevator down to the garden did Renee Jennings gravely inform her, "Fisher, there’s a man hiding under your bed."
The statement stunned everyone.
[Whoa, that’s intense...]
[Help! This is way too terrifying!!!]
[Host, you’re not kidding, are you?]
Fisher trembled, her eyes wide with disbelief. "So, Host... you were urging me to take Becky downstairs because there’s someone under my bed?"
"Yes." Renee Jennings nodded. "That’s what Becky told me. It said this person has been to your apartment more than once, but you weren’t home on the previous occasions."
Fisher explained, "I wasn’t supposed to be home today. I had plans to go shopping with a friend, but she got a last-minute call from her company to work overtime. So, I just bought a milk tea at the subway station and came back."
"Do you have a security camera at home?" Renee Jennings asked.
"I do." Fisher nodded. "I installed one in the living room to keep an eye on Becky."
While speaking, she switched to the camera’s app. When she opened it, she found the camera had been moved.
Fisher’s brow furrowed as she tapped to view the recording.
Not long after she’d left, the sound of the door opening could be heard. Then the camera was repositioned to face the balcony.
Fisher suddenly remembered occasionally coming home to find the camera moved. She’d always assumed Becky had bumped into it while playing. She never imagined someone had broken in and moved it on purpose!
She turned her attention back to the livestream, her face pale with terror. "The person moved the camera. I can’t see who it is."
"It’s probably someone from your neighborhood," Renee Jennings said, her delicate features pensive and her voice calm and steady. "And someone who sees you from a place you pass every time you leave. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to enter your apartment the moment you go out. I suggest you call the police immediately."
[It’s someone she knows!]
[This makes me so mad! As a fellow woman, I totally feel for her! You have to call the police!]
[First time here. Why does it feel like you guys believe everything this host says? Just because she says there’s someone under the bed, does that mean there really is?]
[Newbies, just be patient. You’ll get it after you finish watching this stream.]
"Okay, I’ll call them now." Ever the good listener, Fisher quickly agreed and sat on the edge of a flowerbed to make the call.
After hanging up with the police, she focused back on the stream. The more she thought about it, the more horrified she became. "I just realized... some of my underwear and other personal items have gone missing. Do you think... he stole them?"
[Whoa, what a pervert!]
[This feels so dangerous. It’s a good thing you connected with the host today, Fisher.]
Renee Jennings looked at the Garfield cat in Fisher’s arms and asked softly, "Becky, what did that person do after he got inside?"
Becky said with a look of disgust, "That human went straight to Fisher’s room, grabbed her clothes, and just kept sniffing them. He loves sniffing more than a cat does."
Renee Jennings’s brow furrowed slightly. "Anything else?"
Becky: "Yes. He stripped naked and then rolled all over Fisher’s bed..."
Renee Jennings: "..."
’What a complete pervert.’
Seeing Renee Jennings’s indescribable expression, Fisher asked apprehensively, "Host, what did Becky say?"
A hint of sympathy appeared in Renee Jennings’s eyes. "I think you might have a breakdown when you hear this. You should brace yourself."
Fisher grew even more tense. She took a deep breath and said with grave determination, "Host, I’m ready. Tell me."
Renee Jennings repeated what Becky had said.
The moment she finished listening, Fisher’s pupils shrank in horror. Her face was a mask of fear and anxiety.
[That’s so disgusting???]
[That’s messed up! So perverted! My heart goes out to Fisher.]
Fisher covered her mouth, suddenly feeling the urge to vomit.
The thought of sleeping on the same bed that pervert had rolled around on made her tremble uncontrollably. "That’s so disgusting! Who the hell is he?!"
Just as she said that, she saw two uniformed police officers walking toward her.
Fisher hurried over to them. "Hello, are you here for the 12th floor of Building 7?"
"Are you Miss Yules?" one of the younger officers asked.
Fisher nodded. "Yes, I’m the one who called. There’s someone hiding under the bed in my apartment."
"Miss Yules, how did you discover this?" the older officer asked as they walked.
Fisher: "The livestreamer I connected with told me."
Hearing this, the older officer stopped and frowned. "Miss Yules, are you kidding? Filing a police report is no joke. How would some online streamer know if there’s someone under your bed?"
"This host is incredible," Fisher said earnestly. "I believe what she says."
The older officer: "..."
His face hardened, and he began to lecture Fisher. "Miss Yules, you can choose to believe that streamer, but you can’t just call the police on a whim. Wasting police resources like this is an offense subject to administrative penalties."
Fisher looked helpless. "But there really is someone hiding in my apartment. My cat can testify to it."
"Nonsense!" the older officer snapped, stopping in his tracks. "We’re police officers, not here to play games with you!"
"I’m really not playing around," Fisher explained hurriedly. "There really is someone hiding under my bed, and it’s not his first time breaking in!"
"Then why are you only reporting it now?"
"I only found out today, and I called the police the moment I knew."
"..."
Just then, the younger officer spoke up. "Who is this host you mentioned?"
Before Fisher could answer, the older officer’s phone rang.
While the older officer was on the phone, Fisher showed Renee Jennings’s stream to the younger one. "Officer, this is the one."
"I see." The younger officer nodded, his expression turning serious. "If she’s the one who said it, then it’s probably true."
They had received a notice today that the Zenvia Police Department was appointing Renee Jennings as a special consultant for criminal investigations. The official appointment letter would be issued tomorrow.
Their superiors had also told them to keep an eye on Renee Jennings’s livestream.
After hanging up, the older officer looked at Fisher again, a hint of apology on his face. "My apologies, Miss Yules. I misunderstood the situation. Please, lead the way. We’ll head to your apartment immediately."
