"So... What do we do now?" Yeonjun brushed his clothes, looking at me for further details but I was already pretty vexed to come up with any plans.

I desperately detest Park Jimin.

Nobody had asked him to treat us respectfully but everybody expects themselves to be treated well. Atleast you should be courteous enough to not kick out your sister's colleagues like this.
So what if he's a police officer, quite a decade older, he's still supposed to treat us nicely.

And, that man did not leave a single stone unturned to find an opportunity to frustrate me. And now he even wants to object our investigation in the bar. This is exactly why I don't like involving third persons.

And he calls his sister impatient. He is more stubborn and a pain in my ass. Atleast the girl listens to me. But no, her brother is mister special and his offenses can not be termed so.

"Hey, Soobin-ssi," She called and I only responded with a hum. "Please don't hesitate to curse Jimin today. He's been extra mean to you, but trust me, he never does so. I don't know what's got his head."

"It's okay. I would be lying if I say I was not hurt by his behaviour but he also did me some help so, I'll let it pass this time. Asides that, Hyung, please do me a favour."

"Yeah, sure. What?" Yeonjun answered excitedly.

"Handle this account and find me everything you get about Miwan, Anhyun and Bumjoon. Add our Dean too. Everything." I instructed.

"Yeah, that's okay but what will you two do?"

"Y/n-ah, interrogate your bunch of friends, especially Yunhua. But do it in a way that they don't understand their words could hold weight in the courtroom."

"Hmm, okay. And you?"

"I'll do some research and join Yeonjun hyung in around 3 hours. If I don't, I'll let you both know. Refrain from using any form of social networking sites. We'll text in a way that appears very normal and genuine. Do not talk about anything related to the investigation over the phone or texts."

"Also, Soobin-ssi. Are we... Meeting tonight to invade into Yohan's house?" Curiously but cautiously, Y/n whispered the last of her sentences.

I was still a little unsure whether invading the house of a dead victim would be the right decision. Perhaps, many media persons, police, guards and chauffeurs would still be around.

"I have to plan that a little. Don't think of it now. We need more evidences to justify each victim's death. We're not lawyers, we don't side with our client even when he's wrong. We are detectives and we only judge that which is true."

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Whichever definitions we use from different academic and disciplinary traditions to define and explain the term corruption, corruption can be summarised as the abuse of power, where people in positions of power behave dishonestly, or outside the rules, to gain personal advantage for themselves, or for their peers, friends, and associates. 

Corruption is a manifestation of failure of ethics. It starts at a personal level, often with a small, isolated act. Slowly it gets converted into habit at the individual and when others also start copying, it becomes a systemic corruption.

But where there is little to no available evidences, who do you count accountable for anything that happens? We are taught to count someone as the reason, but often a perpetrator is a victim. Could the stereotypical victim be a perpetrator?

I hung my head low, sitting on the wooden bench at the peripheral edge of the KNR residency park. I felt pressurised and tired but what I felt the most, was hurt. It wasn't because of Jimin but the fact that Anhyun must have have played her whole time with everyone she ever dated. And that, anyone whom she dated, could be vengeful.

Yet that does not justify Bumjoon or Yohan's death.

I sighed, looking at the children running in the park. Their mothers were walking with them, enjoying a peaceful Saturday morning. How I wish I was a kid again and my mum played with me! Or perhaps, Yeonjun did.

"Soobin? Is that you? What brings you here?" A cheery voice approached me and a strong gush of wind blew past us, destroying my hair.

"Aah, Noona." I returned her the smile she had on her face and offered to help her hold the grocery bags she had.

"Aah, it's not necessary, dear! Sit, sit. I didn't know you lived here."

"I actually don't live here. I live in Dongchun, nurse quarter. I... Just happen to rest here." I tried to hold my desperation and frustration inside but I understood how miserably I was failing and that the woman infront of me was totally reading me like an open book.

"I see. Did something happen to you?"

"Not exactly."

"Then it must be regarding my husband, the case or both. You can rant about any. I can be a good listener, and mayhaps, an advisor too."

I loved her personality, so much like mama used to be. I miss her.

"I will not complain about your husband because I think he knows my background and all the troubles I have caused in my life, and is just too concerned for Y/n's wellbeing. But about the case..." I stopped to catch my breath. I looked at the time and it was already half past eleven. I should have had eaten something before coming here. I can't even leave now.

"Mmm," I looked at her as she handed me a scrumptious looking sandwich. I held it in my hands, staring at her. She brought out another one, opening the wrapping paper and taking a bite.

"What are you looking at? I obviously gave it to you to eat. I can see hunger written on your face?"

"Face?" I was startled.

"You took it literally, bro. You don't have anything written over there. It just means I sense it." I heaved a sigh of relief. I didn't expect hungry to be written with ink but signs of weariness to be prominently visible over my features.

"Thank you."

"Mention not. Now, what were you telling me about the case?"

"So... I had taken your idea of more than one culprit in consideration before going through Anhyun's room. When we searched there, we found the identity of a new person, Jung Miwan. Her biological parents are also Anhyun's biological parents."

"So? They could be siblings."

"They could but Miwan signed an official affidavit against Anhyun's claims of sexual harassment. And funny, Miwan supported the accused. I haven't seen family go against eachother like this."

"I feel like you have an assumption that they could be the same person. Absolutely they could. If it was a story and I were the author, I'd do that too."

"Where's the evidence? How do I relate it to any preliminary report?"

"Evidence? Hmm... Did you see their birth certificates?"

"I did see Miwan's."

"Check both."

"Right! Then if the birth date and registration hospital matches... Still we can't conclude them the same person." My face had a sudden flow of happiness, energising my spirits, but that happiness sunk in seconds after the realisation hit me.

"Why not? If the registration hospital and birth date match, they should be twins. They already have the same biological parents. But they'd be the same person in two conditions." She was a very calm person. I have met many women in my life but she had an unnaturally soft thought process.

Her voice hadn't wavered throughout the time, not in excitement, not even when stressed to find a solution to connect the dots.

"What?" I tried to maintain the serenity of the atmosphere and asked almost silently.

"First, if Only Miwan has a birth certificate and Anhyun does not. But in that case, you would have to find a legal document, verifying her name change. However if she's a harder player and you're fortunate enough, you must get two certificates. This is where the second condition comes. Either their birth time would be different, if they're Twins or the year of certification, issue date, would be different. If the issue date is different and everything else is same, she should be the same person."

I hadn't thought of it like that. I had no personal experience with the girl and was also equally vague about how far her brain imagines.

"How would I find that?"

"You already saw one certificate. Y/n must have clicked it. Check the registration hospital and visit it. You should be able to ask them about all the birth records that year on that day. If Anhyun was born, match it with the criteria suggested. If not, directly tell Jimin that and he must be able to find you the other documents."

"But... Noona," I looked down, hesitant to even tell her about how much I wanted to avoid Jimin.

"Don't worry, tell me. I already know how he misbehaved with you and I should already let you know this that what you think is the reason behind his crude behaviour, is indeed the reason. He can go miles to protect Y/n, if that even costs him his life. You know how he risked himself to save Y/n in the accident."

"I do, ma'am. I am sorry that I was born in such circumstances. But believe me, I never asked to be born. Infact, when I was able enough to understand what I went through, I asked to die. I could have if it weren't for Yeonjun."

"Love, don't say like that. I know your family. Perhaps you know my family more than I do. What I can assure you is that Jimin does not hate you. Don't hate him. And I'll manage his side. You should only focus on what is your ambition. All the best, I shall leave now."

I stood up, bowing to her. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, then driving her way towards the Moonkwang Elementary school. I understood that her daughter, Y/n's neice, read in the kindergarten their. Yeonjun was also a student their.

I only studied a year their, in 10th grade, before everything in my life collapsed again and I transferred to a military school, to pass my GED exam and earn the law scholarship. 

I opened my phone to send a small text to Y/n. It could be foolish to see her birth certificate over the texts, what if someone suspected?

I was indecisive about what to do next. A lot was going on in my mind and I was tired. I had a suspect but they must have no relation with it. That blue bracelet, those documents, those new names and a bunch of new ideas against the existing statements, seemed to not end at all.

My felt the vibration or my phone on my lap and opened to see 21 unopened chats under Y/n's contact.

Did she send me those? Perhaps, Dami told her. But over SNS?

A sudden electrifying feeling of fright and anxiety shot up my spine, and I unintentionally opened the chat. But none of her texts related anything suspicious. It was only some pictures of her and her friends, whom I believe to be in a café. Only Junghoon was missing and that is understandable.

He lost his love not even a week ago. A person can take decades to move on from their dearest, separated by death. Sometimes, not at all.

I reacted with hearts to most of her pictures when I realised, her images had one thing common asides from their smiles. That bracelet, I believed I only saw on Yunhua's hand but every single one of them had it except Y/n.

Was it a friendship band? If it was, why is Y/n not wearing it? Or perhaps Y/n wears it and wasn't wearing it today. But, then that just increases suspicion. Who else was their that evening? And who destroyed the investigation papers?

"Whoever it was, it has to be what Y/n had said: They know us."

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I don't know if the book will have 30 chapters or 40.
But I'm trying not to digress anything.

A detective book is such that you can write a lot for every one hour spent.
You see, it's been only 2 days since the victims died and we're on our 18th chapter already.

They took the target of 14 days, I don't want to wish 10 chapters talking about each day.

So we will have a time skip once the investigation of Song Taeju ends, that is another atleast 3 chapters.

Now, before anything else, we may or may not have any "romantic" scenes. Might again only get fruity with the scenes lol.

Anyways, ByeBye~

(P.S: I have some scenes planned that I can't wait to show you all hehe)