Manner Of Death English Translation

Chapter 11

Tann's tall figure walks over and presses against me as I prepare scrambled eggs for breakfast.

"I can smell the scent all the way to my room, Doctor." He bends down to small the scent of my neck instead of the eggs, giving me chills.

"Get your head out of here before I hit you in the head with this pan." I push him away from my elbow. "Take out the plates."

"Yes sir." Tann gives in and walks away from me. I sigh, exasperated. Tann's maneuvers to enter my personal space have been more and more frequent since the previous night. I've insulted him in every way I can but he doesn't seem to care.

What are we now? Friends ? Sexfriends? Boyfriends? I have to talk to him. Tann never explicitly said he liked me or was in love with me. He just said he found me particularly interesting and that was it.

"Any progress on Tarr?" Tann asks me, passing me the plates. I tell him about my discovery last night. "We have one suspect at least. My revenge hypothesis falls apart. The suspect must be one of the Mafia."

"We need to find out who Mr. Black is." I put the scrambled eggs on the plates.

"And how's your autopsy report going?"

"It's done. I'll send it to the police today." I put the pan in the sink.

"Oh, I see... I've never seen an autopsy report before. Can I take a look?"

I'm about to put the toast in the toaster but stop halfway.

Does he want to see the report?

I turned to Tann who was standing still with his hands on the counter, smiling at me.

Why does he want to see this... Is it just curiosity or does he want to confirm that I write it according to the killer's wish?

I continue what I'm doing by putting the two slices of bread in the slot and pushing the toaster button. I wait in silence. To this moment, I realize that I don't trust him completely. But still a lot, more than 90%, if I have to give it a number. I have always had doubts, but they decrease over time. There is something about Tann that remains to be resolved, something that I might have put aside because of our privacy.

I feel a hand on my waist; "Bunn, what's wrong?"

Without turning around to look at Tann, I say, "Can't I not let you see the report?"

"It's ok if you don't want to show it to me. Don't look so depressed." Tann grabs me by the shoulders and turns me around to face him. He lifts his hand to brush a strand of flyaways back from my forehead. "I just want to know what you do every day. I'm just trying to get to know you, that's all."

"You'll never know me," I observe the beautiful features of his face before stopping at the bruise on his forehead. It is now yellow-green and almost completely gone. "Because I don't know you."

Tann freezes a few seconds before starting to speak. "My name is Tann Weerapong, age 26. I am a teacher in a private tutoring school. I was born and raised here, but I went to a university elsewhere for four years," Tann pushes me against the counter. "I am an only child. I grew up with my mother who is not in good health. I worked hard to get into a great university and make her proud. My goal was to become a teacher at the university, teaching and doing research to earn my place in the university. But my mother's condition worsened, so I decided to come back here. I opened this school, and earn my living to pay the fees. mother's hospital costs... " I'm stunned. I didn't think he would share this information with me like this. I try to get out of the small space between the counter and him but Tann catches me by the shoulders trapping me. "I got to where I am quickly. Maybe it's because I love teaching or it's just my f*****g luck. I have enough money for my mom to stay in a private hospital without asking my father's family for money to pay the expenses."

His father's family? My eyes go wide when I finally realize. Now I know why he never mentioned his father.

Tann's mother was his father's mistress.

"Do you want to know anything else about me?" A small smile appears on his lips. "You can ask me anything. I have nothing to hide. I don't want the man I love to doubt me." Tann bends down and rests his forehead on my shoulder. His hand comes down to take my hand in his.

The man you love, you say? I close my eyes.

I feel my heart racing like never before. My thoughts are mixed. I'm being pulled into a hole by this man, falling. This hole that no one has taken me to before, from which I will not be able to come back. Why must it be him who makes me feel this way? Why does it have to be the number one suspect on my list? I didn't know if he really loved me or if he wanted to make me fall in love with him on purpose for other reasons.

Alas, there is no going back for what I feel now.

"Tann," I look at the floor, hating myself for being like this. "If you betray me, I will make your life hell. And my anger will follow you for the rest of your life."

What is surprising is that he is not afraid of my words. He lifts his arms and hugs me tight against him in response to my curse.

...

Today I made the decision not to let Tann drive me to work, wanting to do it myself. After giving my report to Captain Aem, I return to the hospital for my forensic appointments. When the report was submitted, I felt a heavy weight fall on my chest. My stomach was twisting. In the end, I did what the killer wanted me to do.

On the way back, I try to imagine what might happen after that. Our investigation will continue in secret but I have no idea if the killer is really going to leave me alone as he has promised, he could find other ways to threaten me so that I keep it a secret, at best.

Fear begins to invade me again.

I return directly to Tann's house. He gave me the key to his house so that I can come and go as I please. I don't see his car, which means that he probably went to his school.

I use the key to enter and go upstairs. I'm about to go to my room, but an idea crosses my mind. Maybe I should go take a look at Tann's room. I don't want to suspect him, I want to be comfortable with him so that I can love him however I want.

I decided to open the door to his room. I have already visited it once: when Tann brought me here to continue what we had started on the sofa. I carefully scan every object in the room. I always wonder where he keeps all his stuff. His room is unusually tidy and barely out of order. It still carries the scent of its owner. Nothing seems suspicious to me, however. I sit down in the chair of his office. I take the gray sweatshirt on my back

I see a little orange post-it inside the sweater pocket. I take it out, not thinking it could be anything meaningful.

On the note was the neatly written phone number. The owner's name is written below: Nath. A heart is drawn next to it.

Why does this note look familiar to me?

I turn the post-it over and find another number. I immediately recognize who owns the number. I can only remember it because it's my own number, my stolen phone number. And the note was written by me.

At around midnight on the day of Janejira's murder, someone called me from a landline, asking for a person named Nath. I replied that it must have been a mistake and I finished calling him. I couldn't remember the voice of the person on the phone but I do remember what the person said.

[Uh ...] A man's voice is heard on the other end of the line. [Is that Nath?)

Who is Nath? I immediately understand it's the wrong number, "No, you must have dialed the wrong number."

[Eh?] The man remains silent for a few seconds, On the contrary, I think it's the right one. Can I know who you are?]

Tann called me that night.

I stand up trying to figure out where this note came from and why my handwriting was on it with my phone number and that of a woman named Nath.

Wait, I remember now—I gave this not with my number to Pert the first day I met him in court. I don't remember when because he gave me this paper when there was an unknown girl's number already written on it. I laughed at him before giving him back the note, having written my number on it.

What is happening!? How can Tann have this post-it with him!?