Animal Whisperer: Take Back My Life and Love Chapter 195: The Twisted Obsession

With a soft clack, a fifty-cent coin was the first thing to drop into Nancy's palm, still slightly damp with saliva.

Nancy immediately looked at it with pure disgust. "...Are you treating me like a beggar?"

Master Crow flapped his wings anxiously. "Wait, wait! There's more!"

Then, as if performing a magic trick, he proceeded to dump several more small items from his beak: a glass marble, a bottle cap, and even a shiny button. Finally, he spat out a mini hard drive carefully wrapped in plastic wrap.

Nancy's eyes lit up instantly. This hard drive likely contained the details of the failed test report for the Claw Shield vaccine that Luna had copied.

"Did you burn the note?" Nancy asked in a low whisper.

Master Crow displayed the excitement of a professional secret agent, lowering his voice even further. "Don't you worry. I watched her burn it with my own eyes. Not a single scrap of paper was left!"

Nancy carefully checked the hard drive to ensure it was virus-free before plugging it into her computer. Opening the files, she found exactly what she needed—the detailed data for the so-called failed report of the Claw Shield vaccine.

She gripped the hard drive, feeling a surge of confidence. Now, she just had to finish the comparison report proving the high similarity between the Summers family's new vaccine and the Claw Shield and submit it to the Bureau of Animal Husbandry and Veterinary Services, which oversaw pet vaccines.

During her break, Nancy had already contacted Jeff, the staff member who had previously helped her recruit veterinarians. Not only did Jeff quickly send over the contact information for the relevant personnel at the Bureau, but he also solemnly stated that once the evidence was complete, he would immediately assist her in submitting the materials and contacting the departments. After all, animal vaccines were a serious matter and left no room for error.

The next morning.

Nancy took some time to go back to the Townsville Police Station to give her statement, detailing how she had discovered the suspect's trail and ultimately confirmed her identity. After finishing the statement, she happened to run into Captain Neil of the Criminal Investigation Team.

Learning that she was headed to Townsville University to collect some data, Captain Neil offered, "I'm headed that way. Let me give you a lift."

In the car, Nancy couldn't help but ask, "That suspect caught yesterday, Kate... is it confirmed that she's the killer?"

Captain Neil nodded, his tone heavy. "It's confirmed. Though she's still a student, she confessed everything not long into the interrogation." He paused before adding, "But her psyche is quite warped."

He briefly explained the suspect's background, sighing deeply. "The suspect's real name is Quinny, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. She's what you'd call a campus drifter—a permanent fixture of the postgraduate entrance exams. She wasn't a student at Townsville University, but for the past two years, she'd been renting a place near the university city to prepare for the exams. Her family background isn't great; maybe they could support her studies, or maybe she had to work part-time to support herself. That kind of financial pressure surely made her anxiety worse."

"Quinny's life was extremely closed off. Aside from the exams, she had almost nothing else. She was especially obsessed with the Sculpture Department and likely sat in on classes secretly for a long time. She knew the professors and the top students—especially the victim—very well. In her own world, she had long considered herself a member of the Sculpture Department."

Hearing this, Nancy could already sense the killer's fixation. "And then what happened?"

Captain Neil shook his head. "Quinny deliberately approached the victim, gradually becoming familiar with her, and eventually asking the victim to critique her sculptures. When the victim learned Quinny had failed the exams twice, changing majors each time, and was now working part-time while persisting with her studies, she felt for her. She took the critique very seriously."

At this point, Captain Neil sighed. "After seeing Quinny's final work, the victim realized it was impossible for her to pass with her current skill level. Out of genuine responsibility and kindness, she gave a penetrating and extremely sharp professional critique. Her intention was for Quinny to see reality clearly—either double her efforts or consider other paths in a timely manner. The victim suggested that Quinny's technique was too unpracticed and required much more practice."

His expression turned grim. "However, Quinny felt extremely humiliated and enraged. She lured the victim to a supermarket cold storage unit, murdered her, froze the body, and then, driven by a vengeful psychological state, brutally severed the victim's hands."

As Nancy listened to the narrative, a cold shiver ran down her spine. This was a real-life version of the fable The Farmer and the Viper. Kindness was twisted, and sincerity was met with a lethal backlash. She let out a deep sigh, feeling as though something heavy was pressing against her heart, making it difficult to breathe.