"Name: Jung Anhyun
Age: 21
Blood type: AB+
DOB: 7 April 2001
Guardian: Jung Jeonghyun, Min Taehi

Name: Jo Bumjoon
Age: 26
Blood type: O+
DOB: 10 December 1997
Guardian: Jo Hyunsik

Name: Lee Yohan
Age: 33
Blood type: B-
DOB: 23 March 1989
Guardian: NA"

The whole day had passed by yet we couldn't match anything. It was just blank. There was no similarities in them except for how they died. No relations at all.

It was an empty white sheet, I had been scribbling on for hours, unaware of what and how I was doing the investigation. Everything was a suspect, and by everything, I mean everything.

The time difference, almost matched the approximate time the other body was found but even that cracks with Lee Yohan.

For an instance, why did the culprit cut Yohan's organs? Why isn't it also for Anhyun? Or Bumjoon?

Serial killers keep a similar pattern with all their victims, yet they happened to match nothing.

The riddle of messed puzzle pieces looked like blocks that disrupt a Lego construction.

"Who's it now?" I frowned upon the caller tune on my phone. I was already perturbed at how what it seems like what it is, and the call was an insult to injury.

"Oppa?" I received the call.

"Hey, Y/n."

"Listening."

"I have a footage from the campus. I'm mailing you my Google drive storage. Access it from the laptop with the passcode as Sena. Make sure that nobody gets to know about it. I sneaked it from the Bureau."

"What? Thanks. Thank you so much!"

"Download it, okay? I'll delete it from my drive in 10 minutes."

"Yes." Cutting the call, I ran to my room and grabbed my laptop. Signing in my drive, I started loading the footage. The time was running and barely 50% of the video had loaded. I picked it up, aggressively, and rushed to Eonnie's room to get the strongest WiFi.

"Woah! What's it?" Eonnie moved from my path as I relentlessly stomped on the floor, waiting for the footage to download.

"Oppa sent me the CCTV footage, the police reported to have not recorded. And it's not downloading. He needs to delete it the fastest because he sneaked it." I lowly squeaked, holding my breath.

"Aah! You're a detective, Y/n-ah! Don't be so impatient. You don't need to download. It's his email address, right?" She cooed at me with yet a strong intent.

I hummed in her response, getting impatient yet trying to hold myself. This was my first case and a part of me couldn't match anything.

"Wait!" She turned around and quickly clicked on her laptop, logging into Jimin's ID and sharing the already stored video file to my device. I watched her finish uploading the file to me when the video, that was downloading, showed an error connection.

"Here you go. And don't be so restless. Calm down." She sat down and pulled my madly suspended hair in her hands, with the delicate touch of a mother I miss.

"Y/n-ah... You and your brother, both have no differences. But, you're still a child, accept it or not. And you know right? Eonnie has her full control over your oppa? Tell me what's this case? Maybe, I can." Changing her cadency, she looked at me with her big doe eyes. Her face gestured me to comfortably tell her what I can't solve.

"Three people died, Jung Anhyun, Jo Bumjoon and Lee Yohan. All their deaths are declared suicides but our senses say it's not what it looks like." I murmured at a tender pitch. A tremor in my tone cracked like how my thoughts were: abrupt and unstoppable.

"Hmm... Any connections?" A luciferous droplet of tear brimmed in my eyes. I wasn't afraid of the brutally damaged carcasses but the face Junghoon had upon seeing Anhyun dead and when it was falsely labelled, still haunts me.

"There's none. Okay."

"There's nothing I can think of. Just that, they died the same way."

"Okay. Let's watch the footage clip together, shall we?" She forced a smile upon her lips and turned the internally stored footage on. Locking the door behind so that Sena wouldn't enter, we sat there, staring at the dimly lit corridor.

The serenity of the poryphyrous corridor remained undisturbed for the longest I could think of, when the speakers produced a clicking sound, of flatly pointed heels. A blurry figure, of a tall and lean man, lighted our vision in translucency, which walked around, outside Anhyun's room.

"He's not wearing heels. There's someone more than just this man." Eonnie whispered.

"The heels sounded like Cuban heels, men's shoes." I said.

"Who's that?" Eonnie pointed her index at a sempiternal shadow. The sound of the Cuban heels increased as the silhouette progressed towards the door. The figure extended its hands to knock on the door which opened some seconds later, projecting Anhyun in a bodice, satin dress; showing much of her chest.

"I don't recognize." I said, looking at the touches the girl and the man shared. Little kisses and gore ecstasy seemed like blasphemy on the screen. The figure without heels, walked closer to the camera, coming to much clarity of vision.

I squinted my eyes to focus on the grey-white face, that tried to escape the scene, and was struck aback, as I realised it to be none but Yunhua. Yunhua and Anhyun met yesterday? But he told that he was just passing by.

"That's that local Inspector's son, right? Then this guy should also be someone from the class." I hummed at her, trying to process whatever was happening.

The figures started leaving, with Anhyun closing the door again. The corridor was left empty, open, without anybody. I waited for the video to progress and again spotted a lucid silhouette, which I immediately recognised to be the Dean but the man he came along wasn't registered in my head although he looked similar.

"That's her father." I reported.

"And who's the other?"

"I haven't recognised... But I am sure I know him too."

A minute long walk and the doors reopened with Anhyun wearing the same dress as she had worn when her carcass was found. I took a screenshot of the silhouette and stared at the scene. The Dean left as she welcomed the new man in.

Erotic moans echoed in the corridor, followed by shrieks and cries. Eonnie lowered the volume, trying to make the footage porn a little less obvious but I was scrutinizing for little details, we might neglect.

The doors opened in less than 10 minutes and the figure exited. Beautifully marked, Anhyun closed the door, looking like a wrecked mess. I tried to pause the video at the scene of the man leaving but the camera blacked out and a shrill squawk reverted. Clashing sounds of metal sheets and resisting yells had themselves recorded in the fused camera's operating mic.

My breath hitched on a loud and hysterical laugh. The video ended.

"What did just happen?" Eonnie placed a hand on her constantly inflating and deflating chest.

"I don't know. Anhyun..."

"You should try to get things from Yunhua."

"I am planning a visit." Mumming a response, I quietly exited the room with my laptop in my arms.

My mind was filled with the reveries of those cimmeranian bodies that visited Anhyun. The second man, who came with the Dean wasn't there for good intentions. All the details in the video proved that the two had been engaged in extreme intercourse, which again makes me question hard. Just, hardly 10 minutes?

I walked my way back to the room and threw my body on my bed, gazing at the ceiling and pondering for further steps. What would Jimin do if I were him? How would I interrogate Yunhua? Then that would end his father know that the footage leaked. And if the inspector knows it, he'll catch Jimin well. But Jimin is on a senior rank.

Being bounded by restrictions, I was chasing myself nuts and my heart kept on bolting, knowing that Anhyun died painfully, however she did.

"Ugh!" I tossed on the bed, rubbing my hands on my pillow and gawking at the gore idea of seeing a cut of penis. I never imagined my eyes would lose their purity in such a horrendous manner.

"Lee Yohan and Bumjoon... Their fingerprints... Anhyun..." I chanted the names I had heard. The prints were found on her body. All the guys in my troupe met her yesterday, all of them had physical contacts with her yet none of them but Yunhua witnessed the crime without me.

I opened my notebook and wrote all the names I found till now. The campus was officially closed for 2 weeks to mourn the loss of Anhyun and Bumjoon, who had recently graduated from there. If I were to catch the culprit I heard, I had only 14 days to do so.

"Lee Yohan, Cha Junghoon, Ku Changmin, Lee Jaechan, Jung Seokmin, Jo Bumjoon, Min Soonhee, Min Seonghae, Kim Yuki."

"I need all theirs bio data. Yohan and Bumjoon are dead but... Junghoon? What was he doing with her? When was he with her? He should have been in the class the whole time."

Something is misleading. Someone is misleading us.

I closed my eyes and repeated the names. Everything was blurry and everyone was a suspect. I had too many questions and each of them had no profound answer. 14 days, 7 suspects, 3 deaths, 2 shadows and 0 clues.

The footage made it clear, Anhyun was in a relationship with multiple men at the same time, which included worse intimacy than that with Junghoon.

Inhaling a deep breath, I decided to contact the sources I had. Either of the two would be able to give me some sources, even if that's vague.

"Hey, Taehyun and Hyuka, I need you two. Can we talk? Right now?" I dialed the people, I knew wouldn't reject me. They were kids, children, but the best source I could ever have.

"Sure. What's it?" Taehyun gave me the go and I started.

"It's a lot more than you can think. Heard of Lee Yohan, Jung Anhyun and Jo Bumjoon's death? I need you two to look for something regarding that."

"What do we need to look for?" Asked the youngest, Huening Kai.

"I am sending you 9 names in the group. I want both of you to gather as much as private data you can collect. But! But make sure nobody knows."

"Will be done by tomorrow, afternoon." The two chanted in unison and I sighed in relief.

"Hyuka, you do that. Tae, look up the call history of 5236990851 and 2360063859. You can do that, right?"

"No problems at all. I just need to make sure dad doesn't find me using his laptop." He laughed.

"Hey, that'll be okay right?"

"Yup! I'll get noona set to watch him. I can get you one number right now."

"The second one."

"Me too. My sister can keep dad away." Said Huening Kai.

"Thanks."

I forwarded them the names and packed my bags to start my sneaked investigation. I need to know all those who were in contact with the girl, and the first thing includes the call history. I need to know who all she spoke with.

My phone buzzed while I readied all that I needed. I tried to reach it with my hands but that wasn't close enough. Looking for something long, I found the hanger.

With much difficulty, I finally managed to get the device and opened the chat. Taehyun was faster than I thought.

I opened the documents and looked around for 2 phone calls and by no doubts was my suspicion correct.

Anhyun maintained regular contact with both Bumjoon and Lee Yohan.

"They aren't really suicides..." Closing the screen, my lips curved and cracked a smirk.

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