King of the Last Drama

"Oh, yes... That's how you came out this time."

Not long ago, he heard about the new and wonderful setting of "Three Times":

It was already halfway through the tone.

"Just in case, writer Kim Kyung-suk..."

"It's very motivating. Looks like you've already made up your mind."

"... the actors?"

"When Ms. Lee has an active attitude, Ms. Mae Woong, who was curious, is also heartbroken. And the other actors are following me."

Oji Ho CP did not add that the four policemen, Shai and his talented friends, were the most cooperative.

But that alone was enough to put a huge risk on the President's hair, which was shortly to come.

"I see... '

Choi Hyeong tried to calm his heart by taking a deep breath for a while. However, as always, they did not reap much income and burst into old age.

"God damn it! Please, can't you think sensibly of him?"

"Haha..."

"What are you laughing at? Think of it as the killer who magically made a snake and killed it. In the Valley of Fear, think of all the events as magical! What are the people watching?"

Both are Sherlock Holmes series.

In fact, Choi Chung was the only complainant who dared to be a Rufan in "Three Times", but I thought I could see even a Rufan III, not a Rufan.

Ozzie CP laughed at the president of the Pearl Run.

"Well, won't it work anyway? Lee Hyun-seok."

"... will be. If it's him."

Choi Hyeong took a long breath.

"That's terrible. You can't even say anything."

"Haha."

"I wanted to get something more tasty than Petroleum Strait Games …… •"

It was a very lame tone.

"... If you don't have an appointment today, go out there. You need to know what you're doing."

"Got it."

#

"You're blocked."

The male protagonist's Yanachi personality snorted during the White Paper.

A calm and tranquil BGM created frustration and anxiety that seemed to be blocking everywhere.

"Mobilizing any existing investigative techniques won't bring out a single drop of dust. Landlord Nari.

"Hmmm."

Damn it, either you admit that the concept of complete crime exists, or you put it on a stone head.

The male protagonist, who sighed little, asked.

... Did Inspiration find out anything?

After a moment of silence, an old voice flowed out.

I'm sorry. I've always tried to be the culprit... But there's no way to motivate.

…….

"Surrender." I don't know.

Father Brown's favourite characteristic of the elderly is his position and pursuing his psychological and causal causes through metaphysical thinking.

It is somewhat different from the rational reasoning of Auguste Dupont, Sherlock Holmes, and Erquil Fourro, which are commonly referred to as explanatory detectives, but they often become breakthroughs when they are blocked.

The male protagonist closed his eyes.

"After all the impossible, no matter how unreliable, it is the truth.

Four signatures .

Maybe… It was all an accident really.

What?

The first thing I turned against was Yankee personality.

"Hey, are you kidding me, host? Four human beings in one house accidentally died in an accident? Why don't you say you've been struck by lightning four times?

Some people get hit seven times in a Guinness book.

Damn it..! Are you kidding me?

Unlike the greedy Yankees, the old man had a relatively troublesome attitude.

I'm still curious.. There's no way to get out. You're not a cop anymore, so no one's gonna say anything about giving up.

r…….

But first, why don't you meet the accused again? I might have something to deliver.

The accused is not to mention one person. The male protagonist nodded silently and agreed.

The southern protagonist reopened the cafe he had just folded for a while to concentrate on selling the item and invited the accused.

Ryu Ga-young responded to the invitation with a gloomy complexion, as always. The male protagonist cautiously took out the horse.

Are you feeling a little better?

What's wrong with me? The other people who died...

... excuse me.

The atmosphere is still calm.

But the OST, reminiscent of the old 'Experiment in Terror', gradually heightens tension.

The man looks at the complexion with his comforting but bitter eyes, and the woman still shades the complexion with a sad hue.

The conversations that follow are without much content. The look doesn't change much either.

But the fine gestures and the camera that made it buzz with the windy zoom out were illuminating the two expeditions more vividly than anything else.

I don't know what to say.

Yes?

"You didn't get along so well with your deceased sister and other family members.

A woman blinks.

That's......

Of course, I know your grief will be greater, but don't you have a bit of hard feelings? Don't make things too bad.

While hesitating, the man's eyes keep a close eye on his face.

After a moment of silence, the woman wakes up.

How..!

Each eyelash is covered with tears.

How can you say that? A man is dead...!

…….

A man is dead, and only the obvious sadness is revealed in his face.

The male protagonist closes his eyes.

... Excuse me.

After a while, a groaning voice came out.

I understand you doubt me. The detectives did the same thing, and sometimes they actually hated it a little bit.

…….

But no matter how much you hate someone, if you die, there's nothing left. It can't change anymore. Well, wouldn't that be a pity?

Sorry.

The man apologized with his eyes down again.

... no. I'm sorry.

The woman who bit her lips bowed her head. There was no more conversation.

The two meetings ended in such a fishy atmosphere.

Maybe you're right.

After she left, Yangtuck's personality fluttered out. It was not my intention.

I don't think she's the culprit for something like that.. If she's not, it might be an accident.

"Well, I felt that sadness was never a disguise.

The elderly also agreed.

Maybe I got it wrong from the beginning.

... Damn it, I don't know what English is.

It was static for a while.

But soon, he was the male protagonist who brought up the story of the accident.

"No, I don't think so.

"Hmm?"

What?

The male protagonist closes his eyes without answering the door.

When the tension of music peaks, the guitar and percussion mix and turn the mood upside down. After the events that have happened, it is closed and locked back in the box after it has been touched like a panorama in black and white.

This case should only be engulfed in results and nothing can be identified.

Nothing strange about anything. But the incident happened.

If so.

I'll flip the chessboard.

Chessboard…?

"The incident happened. But there's no evidence of anything in the case, not even a trace of how it was handled. If so, what would be wrong?

In one mouth, the embarrassing groaning of the Yanachi personality and the troublesome mouth of the old man are drawn simultaneously.

Well, I didn't find any trace of it on the scene.. or...

"Or reasoning like an asshole, so you can't even go near reality."

The male protagonist nods.

Let's call it the front of the chessboard.

If you define it that way, the back becomes simpler.

The case itself was wrong. Why don't you think about it this way?

... what?

The expression changes violently, and the arch opens his mouth and gives him a cold expression. Soon he became a worrying face.

Hey, are you okay? Want to take a break?

I'm sorry but I'm insane.

"Hey, Sherlock, why don't you talk to Treki and fall in love?"

But the attitude of the male protagonist was decisive.

"Everyone can kill grief and anger, but not joy. But there was no relief in the expression that I had just seen.

Sadness and joy are not comrades. One pose is strong and the other is not pressed to disappear.

When the human face only appears as one, it is usually time to act.

"The culprit is Ryuga-young, the woman. No one else has a motive, not even the slightest relevance.

…….

Asserting messiness, which is just a symptom. Usually it's a crazy thing to do.

But once that's settled, the ideals of the case begin to come at a glance.

The camera illuminates the moment the victims died, then circles around the space. The stereoscopic puppet play made the valley more unpleasant.

I feel like I have an invisible hand somewhere.

"After all the impossible, no matter how unbelievable, it is the truth.

The words I just said just now have a completely different meaning.

"If you can't understand what's going on in a common sense, it makes sense to think it happened in a common sense.

The male protagonist declared silent.

"Until I know the exact rules, this case... I see. Let's assume it was done by magic.

The downward shadow of the camera facing the side and the visible nose evoked Copernicus.

#

"Cut."

I grabbed my fist when the word magic came out. The same was true of Kim Chul Sunbae.

[You did it, Hyun-Seok...!]

Yes!

I put magic into the drama in an atmosphere where the viewers' expectations and writers and actors grew.

The battle that The Age of Eternity has done will be decided!

I coughed while trying to manage the laughter that was about to flow out without even knowing it.

"Mr. Maxwoong. Well done, Mr. Lee."

"Hey, I just got an okay."

Maxwoong hesitated. I was exhausted to see if I had the energy to point out the content itself. This was also as planned.

I turned my head and looked at Oji Ho CP from the checkpoint.

"What do you think?"

"Well… that's ……"

Oh, CP's face was stiff. It seemed like I had forgotten to say Moore because there was no answer.

"Well, I mean... I was really surprised."

By the way, if you're not surprised here, you can't be a person. It's so messed up that I don't know where to start.

First of all, the protagonist's logic. I don't know who else to look at.

I coughed deliberately.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have time to reshoot, so I think we should go."

"Did you intend to reshoot this?!"

"No... I mean, I can't."

"Oh my God..."

Ozzie Ho CP looks at me with a face that looks like a space giant squid.

Umm... Somehow, I feel like the conversation is going against me.

Ozzie hurriedly left, saying that she should report to the Chief Executive Officer. I wonder if there's a reason to hurry.

I feel awkward and someone comes to me while celebrating with Kim Chul.

It was a speculation with a serious face.

"Hey, director."

"Huh? Oh, you've worked hard, too."

"Thank you. Thanks to the director... No! Is this really okay?"

In snow, it was rarely a toned voice.

I nodded.

"What's not okay? ''

"... No."

Snow lowers her head with a look like she's looking at a giant clam in space.

I felt uneasy, so I knocked on my shoulder. Well, once you're on the air, you'll realize there's nothing to worry about.

That's how it went live.

End of Siege Tower (6) instead of 217 Cranes