Chapter 2

After understanding the situation, the two responding officers took us to the station for mediation.

The female officer, seeing the gruesome contents of the garbage bag, gently patted my back and comforted me, "I have a little dog too. I understand how you feel."

Because we had to sort out Fluffy's remains, the female officer and I arrived at the station a bit later.

As soon as we entered, we heard the man shouting loudly.

"It's all her fault for not being a responsible dog owner! If her dog hadn't been bothering us every day, I wouldn't have done this!"

His wife chimed in.

"These days, who really needs to eat dog meat? Don't you agree, officer?"

The sound of the couple defending themselves in the mediation room was like oil poured on my anger.

I rushed into the room, "You're lying through your teeth!"

"What lies? If you keep making a fuss..."

The woman stood up abruptly.

The female officer quickly stepped between us. "Alright, this is a police station, not a grocery store. Shouting doesn't make you right!"

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and turned away from them, finding a chair to sit down.

"Fine, you say I'm not a responsible dog owner. Where's your evidence?"

I rummaged through my bag and tossed out a pet hospital vaccination booklet.

"This contains all the payment receipts and consent forms for Fluffy's care, from microchipping to his first vaccine, rabies shots, and even neutering."

Next came a small booklet.

"Dog license and vaccination records."

I gripped my bag tightly, hiding my trembling, pale fingertips, maintaining a calm appearance.

"Or do you want to say I don't clean up after him on walks? You can check the neighborhood security cameras. If there's even one instance where I didn't pick up his poop or clean his pee, arrest me right away."

The woman was about to speak but sat down instead.

The man, however, took out his phone and played a video pointing at the ceiling.

The video occasionally captured the "thud" of a ball hitting the ground and the "slap" of slippers as someone walked.

These were ordinary sounds, but quite disturbing in the dead of night.

"Officer, her dog always plays with a ball at midnight, for hours on end. You can also hear the dog's claws scratching the floor and her footsteps."

"She and her dog make noise every day. Adults can tolerate it, but my daughter's grades have dropped because of this."

"My job is stressful enough, and now I have to worry about my daughter's grades. I can't even sleep well at night."

"If I have some mental issues and killed a dog, isn't that understandable?"