When Dim-Dim arrived at the location of the house, he saw that it was already surrounded by yellow tape and filled with police officers milling about. Journalists and neighbors crowded in front of the fence, a boy about Cath's age stood silently in front of the quieter house, his gaze fixed on three body bags about to be loaded into an ambulance.Dim-Dim quickly landed on one of the birch tree branches and then leaped down, transforming into his human form."Officer!" he called to a policeman carrying the body bags. They saw Dim-Dim, realizing he was one of the Damisch family members, and immediately stopped to let him identify the bodies.Dim-Dim's hands trembled as he unzipped the body bag, finding his father's pale face. His hands shook wanting to unzip further, to see more, but the policemen shook their heads faintly at him."Don't, the condition of the body is unpleasant to see," said one of the female officers, her voice gentle yet warning.Dim-Dim trusted her. Moments later he

That same evening, Dim-Dim packed his clothes, laptop, and any other items he might need during his time in New York City, and then they—himself, Amma, and Pedro—set off for New York City. They went through the Holland Tunnel as usual, and after a quite long journey, their car drove across the Brooklyn Bridge, heading to Amma's apartment in Brooklyn. Dim-Dim had passed this route so many times that he already knew the way to Amma's house by heart.*****"I hope you feel comfortable staying here," Amma said cheerfully, while arranging Dim-Dim's stack of clothes next to hers in the wardrobe. Dim-Dim actually hoped he could sleep in Pedro's room, but it turned out Pedro was very private about his room—and Amma didn't mind sharing her bedroom with Dim-Dim. After all, they were lovers."So," Amma said as she walked towards Dim-Dim and sat on the bed beside him, "tell me about the outline of your research.""In general, I'll just be researching how type A monsters can mutate and regenerate

That creature, unlike ordinary ants, doesn't die from the special insect poison used by the hospital. It just chooses to avoid it.After thoroughly observing the creature, measuring, and typing down notes on his phone, Dim-Dim then smashed it with a stone. It felt like crushing gravel with a stone; the creature's skin was so tough that it was very difficult to smash. But Dim-Dim, who was trained well, was used to facing creatures with skin as hard as concrete, so he was accustomed to exerting force..."Do you want to kill that creature?" a voice suddenly asked, and Dim-Dim immediately turned. Tara was watching him from the hospital yard. They were separated by a tall fence.Dim-Dim decided to smash the creature with extra force, ending it life quickly, then turned to face Tara."I'm doing research," he replied.Tara didn't seem satisfied with his answer."Killing a creature with a stone is self-harm," she finally said. "You need something very sharp, so you—""I know what I'm doing,"

Dim-Dim felt a surge of adrenaline as he flew over New York City without knowing where to go. He thought about Amma and the perfect Malcolm.Of course, from the beginning, he knew it would end up like this if one day Amma found a man who shared her interests but could be boasted about in front of her parents. And if Malcolm's parents were friends with Amma's parents, then they were undoubtedly wealthy. Dim-Dim was nothing.Tired of flying, Dim-Dim decided to stop at a park, which he had destroyed during a mission a few years ago. Now the playground had been repaired and even looked much better than in previous years.He was watching young children playing ball when suddenly his ears caught a scream from behind the bushes, and he immediately got up. Everyone turned to look in one direction, but only for a few seconds before deciding to continue playing.But Dim-Dim never ignored a scream. He leaped over the park bench and then searched through the bushes. And after a terrifying minute,

The next morning, Dim-Dim woke up feeling dizzy. The motel he stayed in was indeed very cheap, and the room was not soundproof. All night he heard someone watching monstraflix from the next room, and basically, the soap opera watched by that person was just about worthless couple quarrels, screams, and cries. And what annoyed him was not just the unclear storyline, but Dim-Dim could imagine that the movie script must have been typed in all-caps letters, entirely, without exception. Ugh, Dim-Dim needed another place to stay. If only there was a motel cheaper than this $30 per night motel. Trying not to complain too much, he went to the bathroom, rinsed himself from the sweat and mess of the night before, then put on a flannel shirt, long pants, and a coat. After that, he flew to the back of the hospital where he did his research yesterday. Dim-Dim was kicking through the bushes, searching for ant-sized Type A monsters, or perhaps the burrows they created, but found none. He combed t