The Night of Living Wicked by Smith Lotta

Author:Smith, Lotta
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2020-09-28T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

As soon as we finished eating and paid for the food, we headed for the museum. Our plan was to visit the museum by paying the admission fees and look for some talkative fairies who’d give us some crucial information, or, if we were lucky, we might even get to find the monster itself.

It turned out that we didn’t need admission fees to come into the museum because at the exact moment we arrived at the venue, the panicky shriek of a woman pierced the air.

“What’s the matter?’ Sara and Nobu asked as the woman stumbled out of the museum. “We’re from KPPD,” and they introduced themselves.

“I… I… I… The picture had been…” The woman stuttered like her brain couldn’t catch up with her lips. She was in her mid-thirties, impeccably dressed in a stylish suit. Her nameplate identified herself as Yoko Kashiwagi, the chief curator of this museum.

“Okay, Ms. Kashiwagi, why don’t you take a deep breath?” Rick said encouragingly, prompting her to blush a little.

Inadvertently, one of my eyebrows went up. As proud as I felt of my husband, I couldn’t help these complex feelings that weren’t completely positive.

“No worries, Mandy. You’re the only woman Rick is interested in,” Jackie whispered into my ear. “He’s just trying to calm her down so we can milk some info out of her.”

“Oh, no. I’m not worried about anything.” While I lied to Jackie, the curator recovered from the initial shock.

“C-ca-can you look at that?” She pointed at the museum with her trembling fingers.

I followed her finger using just my gaze, bracing myself to see some gruesome scene, but then I realized that I didn’t catch the scent of blood this time. Unlike the series of shockingly bloody scenes we saw earlier, I didn’t see legs of crushed people sticking out or graphic images of bodily fluids splattered all over the floor. On the contrary, the white marble floor looked impeccably clean. Indeed, even spotting dust seemed difficult.

“Let’s go.” Rick started walking, and Sara, Nobu, and I went after him. At least we didn’t have to pay the admission fees, as Ms. Kashiwagi happily let us in.

Our footsteps echoed in the hallway. As I made a left turn at the partition separating the hallway and the exhibition area. Rick stopped and I bumped into his back. “Hey!”

“Oops. Sorry about that.” He turned back to me, cupping my face in his hands and planting a kiss on my forehead.

“Come on. We agreed not to kiss each other in public to avoid being considered gross foreigners exchanging bodily fluids and spreading germs and diseases, didn’t we?” I said, trying my best to conceal that I truly enjoyed this impromptu little peck on my forehead.

“Technically, we didn’t exchange bodily fluids.” He winked casually and then pointed at a painting on the wall. “By the way, we’ve got Jack the Ripper here.”

“Pardon me?” Still feeling super-hot in my face, I followed his finger. “Is it one of those modern art pieces where the creator

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