Heath's mouth twitched, and he glared at the grinning Zorua. She had definitely done that on purpose after spotting Officer Jenny Qian. Great. He had done absolutely nothing, yet he had already been branded a pervert.
"I was just playing around with my Pokémon." Heath gave an awkward laugh. What else could he say? It felt as though no explanation would help now.
"You? Playing around with your Caterpie?" Officer Jenny Qian's expression grew even stranger. Her gaze kept flicking toward Heath's pants, leaving him utterly exasperated. If he hadn't known she was a ghost, he would have wanted to shut the door right then.
"Heath, back when I was still... in the Police Force, I once handled a case involving a middle-aged male Trainer who used a Caterpie to do that. He accidentally punctured right through the Caterpie. Granted, bug Pokémon like Caterpie and Weedle are incredibly abundant, but..." Officer Jenny Qian spoke with a grave expression.
Heath covered his face. Please, stop talking. I'm already picturing it. How on earth did that guy manage it, doing that sort of thing with a Caterpie? Did he not pick a Weedle because it was poisonous?
"Qian, I really, truly didn't mean anything like that." Heath looked at Officer Jenny Qian and spoke earnestly. She looked into his eyes and nodded.
Only then did Heath breathe a sigh of relief. Being misunderstood was simply awful. He didn't want Officer Jenny Qian suspecting he was a man with that sort of strange fetish.
Still, Heath's expression grew somewhat complicated as he looked at Officer Jenny Qian before him. She was a ghost. Yesterday, he had intended to ask Sister Feng whether there was a list of Officer Jennys who had died in the line of duty in other regions, but seeing that