The Youtuber (Completed)

Five

I come out from my room, fully dressed up for my office. I saw Zhuo Cheng is sitting in the living already, watching TV.

"You woke up early!" I greet him. I go to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee I brew before I take a shower.

"Yeah..." I hear him responses.

I come to the living and sit on the stool, placing my coffee cup on the table. I put my socks on.

"Can't sleep?" I ask him.

I don't hear he answering. I glance at him who glues his eyes on the TV.

"What are you watching?" I ask him when I get him doesn't answer me. I turn to the TV. "What is it?" I wonder.

"Someone has been killed in a horrible way. The killer skinned him and chopped him off, then threw the body parts separately. Police only found the body, legs and hands. His head still missing...!" Zhuo Cheng informs.

I put my cup down my lips before I take a sip of it. The information he told makes my stomach feels uncomfortable. And I recall the last night's incident. I rub my forehead which forming the bead of sweat.

"Are you ok?" Zhuo Cheng turns to me.

"Ahh... Yeah! Yeah!" I reply to him and force a smile.

He curt a nod, but his eyes say that he worrying about me. I get up and grab my bag.

"I gotta go now...! Do you still in afternoon shift?" I ask him before I walk to the foyer.

Zhuo Cheng shakes his head. "I have an off today...?" He says.

I curt a nod. Then I walk to the foyer.

"Zhan!" he calls me when I'm putting on my shoes.

"Huh?" I turn to him.

"Is that creep still disturbing you?" he asks.

I stunned for a moment, thinking of the Typo guy. I don't get anymore email from him last night after Yibo gone. Then I shake my head.

"If he still does, you need to report it to police. I have a friend who works in the PD. Maybe he can help you to do the investigation and give you the protection. Your stalker is a dangerous guy if he can do that to the innocent animal...!" says Zhuo Cheng.

"Mn," I nod.

"Just inform me if anything happen...!" Zhuo Cheng says.

"Sure! Bye, Dude!" I bid a farewell to him.

He sees me off until I closed the door.

I walk to the bus stop, tapping the keyboard on my my phone, typing away the reply for my family messages who wish me a happy birthday.

My phone rings. It's Dad. I immediately pick it up.

"Hi, Dad!" I greet him.

"Good morning, Son...!" Dad greets me back.

I flustered. At home, it's a tradition for us to greet each others in a proper way, especially to the elders. But I always forget about it, because I always break the rule when I was still live with them.

"Good morning, Dad...!" I smile briskly.

"Happy birthday, Son....!" Says Dad.

"Um... Thanks, Dad!" I reply.

"Ask him! When he's gonna get us a daughter-in+law?" Mom's voice sounded from the background.

"You heard it?" Dad chuckles.