The World of Masks

I was tired from looking at the monitors and documents for days and nights. I looked into the mirror next to me. The awkward face caught my eye. There were some ugly bruises on the rough skin and a bloodstained line burst in the eyes. With a sigh, you reach your arm toward the ceiling and bend backwards.

"Ugh!!"

The stiff body loosened and there was intense pain. There was a groaning unconsciously. Even the chair that knew his mind or was sitting, I heard a disturbing sound of 'queek'.

I scratched my frizzy head and got up from the chair. I felt like I was going to fall down in a chair if I didn't stay there anymore. I thought I'd have to drink a strong cup of coffee. I poured two Instant Coffee Sticks into one of the paper cups, reducing sugar and prime as much as possible, and burned hot water. I smelled bitter coffee. I went out for a cup of coffee like that. I was about to cool my head while I stood up.

"Detective, are you working late again?"

I heard myself crouching on the stairs, calling out to the place where I was enjoying a cigarette and a cup of coffee. Turning your head, you see a man coming out of the back.

"Hey, Detective Jung. Are you off now?"

"Yeah, well. His country really is on the brink of an ever-expanding contingency."

"Don't be so mean. That's the kind of country we live in, right?"

"That's the problem."

A man called Detective Jung sat down next to this detective and took out a Jooju Island cigarette. Light it with a lighter and take a deep sip and spit it out. I felt like the stress of the day was going down.

"But what are you working late for this time?"

The detective asked as he watched the smoke melt into the dark evening air. The detective swiped the ashtray from the ashtray and said.

"Ah. There's a building on fire this time. There were three bodies. But it turns out he wasn't killed in the fire, he was killed in advance. He was slaughtered too."

"The slaughter, is it a crime of passion?"

"I think so. Two of them are just about everything that could be worth anything in a mortgage, and one of them is just a bunch of assholes who got paid a lot of money for it. Not one or two of them has a grudge against the three of them because they are rumored to behave badly."

"That's a problem."

If you want to hide a tree, hide it in the forest. When it comes to grudged relationships, if there are too many grudged relationships, you'll get rats on your head. As a fellow detective, this detective's grievance seemed desperate.

"But isn't it better than not being motivated? Don't you think there's someone there who's most suspicious?"

"Yes, it is. First of all, my daughter's a little suspicious."

"Daughter?"

Detective Jung's expression was subtly distorted. Despite the police detective who had worked on several cases, killing the family was still the most frustrating case. This detective understands the attitude of such a detective.

"Yes, daughter. A few days ago, the young men were turned upside down, right?"

"Ah! A young woman came and slapped Miss Korea?"

Detective Jung smiled and replied. At the time, I thought the police station was surrounded by pink. I couldn't help but notice the young people walking around with excited faces.

"That was your daughter?"

"Yeah, she's pretty. Kids called Idols don't even give out their business cards these days."

"Was that it?"

Detective Jung asked as if he was surprised. I was not excited about the fact that celebrity suspects came from celebrity classes, not because they were old and married and even had children. Rather, he made the young people who were excited concentrate on work by giving them cotton balls. But I didn't know she was that beautiful.

"Too bad. I've seen it before."

"People with families say all kinds of things. Don't you feel sorry for your wife?"

"She's my wife. She's pretty."

"Arthur, they're underage? Take him into custody. The press would love it if a current detective was arrested under subpoena."

"That's not what he's saying. He's not really trying to do anything."

"Is it true? This is very suspicious."

The detective's mischievous expression was unfair. And the rope began to make excuses. Seeing that, this detective chuckles.

After spending a long time playing a prank like that, the two of them took out the second cigarette at the same time as soon as the cigarette ran out. Then they looked at each other and laughed again.

"Do you have a motive?"

The second cigarette was smoked deeply and detective Jung asked. This detective also replied by putting cigarette smoke deep in his lungs and subtracting it.

"My father must have been terribly abused. There's a rumor going around. He was responsible for his livelihood and his father's liquor, gambling expenses, and gambling debts. It must have been very difficult for a girl. That too, a minor."

"How old are you?"

"I'm 19 this year, but I guess I didn't go to high school because of the debt. He barely finished med school because of him. How could he go to high school? You said it yourself, but you're not allowed to sell your body."

"My dad was a real piece of shit. What about your mother?"

"I guess he died as a kid."

Detective Jung kicked his tongue. I sucked on the cigarette I was holding, then sighed and sent the smoke away. After choosing this job, I have seen real star events, but my mouth has always written about this behind my back.

"So did you find any evidence?"

If there's a suspect, we need to get inside the evidence investigation right away and check it out. In the detective's question, this detective shook his head.

"No, there's no evidence. Rather have a solid alibi."

"Alibi?"

"It was on the convenience store CCTV before the time of the murder. But it's impossible to get there in time from the convenience store to the crime scene. Maybe if you flew across the city."

"What, so the game's over?"

You can't ignore the detective's hunch. Veterans who have encountered and investigated various incidents sometimes feel really creepy. But that only goes as far as it goes. The only thing that can put a suspect in jail is hard evidence, not a detective's instinct.

"Yes, it is. That's why we're starting to exclude him from the Dragon Ship. It's a complicated case, so if you care about the other side, you're wasting it."

A gruesome incident after three people were slaughtered to incinerate evidence. There are many suspects, but no one has been identified as the perpetrator. Fire was also a problem there. Witnesses' statements and various scenarios spread too quickly. Some witnesses thought they had greased the whole building. In many ways, it was definitely a troublesome incident.

"The only thing I know for sure is that I have more time to work late."

"Well, that's too bad."

Detective Jung chuckles and taps him on the shoulder.

"But it's a good thing, right? There's no such thing as a fox and a rabbit waiting at home."

"· · · · · · · · This human is comforting, scratching someone's insides."

To this detective, who was old but still could not escape his old age, the words of the detective were never comforting. If there was a human being who said that word sounded comforting, he would have yelled at me to come back from studying the language.

"Oh my, is it already this time? Then work hard. I'm going in."

"Yes, don't just sit around scratching other people's insides and go away."

I got up and waved my hands away, throwing a harmless tale at a colleague heading for the police entrance. I had already burned all my cigarettes and emptied all my coffee cups. As my colleague who was talking with me left all the excuses I could spend time with, it was time to get back to work.

Can't we get a lottery somewhere? '

A thought that any ordinary socialite would want to try. This detective was no different. He sat in his seat and looked out the window. One day, it was completely dark. As I turned my eyes to my desk, a cluttered pile of disorderly documents were scattered all over my desk. I was very fond of smoking again because I had been smoking for a long time.

I gathered the documents again, making sure I didn't want to work. First of all, the profile of the daughter who suspects she's the culprit of the case raises the documents appropriately. There was a picture that looked like a hundred beauty stuck together.

I guess we're gonna have to exclude it. '

I had a solid alibi, so I didn't doubt it anymore. However.

"Something doesn't feel right. '

I don't give a crap that nothing's as right as a detective's hunch. In fact, there were many different cases of him and the real culprit. This detective knew how dangerous it was to tie people up with symptoms. He had not done this for a year or two.

'Phew, yeah. We'll have to investigate the rest anyway.'

Eventually, this detective was able to exclude Eun-hee from the suspect ship and put the documents back where they were.