The World of Masks

It was late at night. After several days of overtime, this exhausted detective was able to return home in a really, really long time.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled familiar. It wasn't a fragrant perfume or a scent from a beautiful flower. No matter how much I cleaned and did the laundry, it was the smell of a widow that would never disappear from a man's house. Smells like cigarettes in every room there is. No matter how delicate the packaging was, I went into the house with a frown on my face because of the smell that I could never say was good. You'll get used to the smell of disgust for the first time anyway. I've already smelled it and lived for many years, but it wasn't as big a deal as I thought.

The house was a small studio. As a homicide detective, he was not underpaid, but he did not intend to move into a large house. It was usually the principle of this detective that it was difficult to clean a man's house without needing to live alone. The rest of the money was saved up for the future. It was in case I made a family later. Detective Jung, a colleague, of course, said, "You can only use it if you're dead. 'I made fun of him.

As soon as I came in, I took out a can of beer from the refrigerator. The sound of 'just' and picking the can cheerfully rang. The sound of soot bursting on the 'dental' street was sweet. I put the can in my mouth without hesitation. A cold beer fell on my neck.

"Gaaaa!"

I threw up all kinds of bad things that were piled up all day. Again, a can of beer that I picked after work was heavenly.

I sat down on a chair in front of my desk with a can of beer in one hand. I threw the envelope at my desk, picked up the remote on my desk, and dug deep into the back of the chair. I turned on the TV with another sip of beer. TV was this detective's only friend in the house, the widow. In the room for a moment, only the sound of a pinch of beer and the sound of a T.V. resonates.

But it wasn't that long. The last sip of fresh aluminum left in the can was literally one side, one side washing, and he turned off the TV, placed the beer can in the corner of his desk and pulled the document out of the envelope.

'I came back from work after work.'

You sure you don't want a lottery ticket? I kicked my tongue in my heart.

I pulled out another cigarette from behind Juju Island. When I lived alone, I was comfortable with this. No cigarettes, no booze, no nagging. However, it was clear that, in contrast to him, health deteriorated rapidly.

"What's the big deal in life?"

I spit it out cool and lit the fire.

Soon, the cigarette smoke filled the room. I felt my head brighten as the familiar smell filled my surroundings. I know it's unlikely, but it's a matter of feeling.

I opened the envelope I had brought. The drafted documents contained the materials that have been investigated to date. I took a look at the paperwork, scraping my head.

"· · · · · · · Phrase, Trouble."

Victims.) paid a lot of grudges, so the suspect was overflowing. But mostly he had an alibi, or he was in an area where it was impossible to do it in time. I searched every CCTV near the building, but I couldn't find anything like this. Looking at the evidence collected so far, only three victims were confirmed to be in the building that was on fire at the time. There was no sign of anyone else entering.

"Oh, this is crazy."

It was, like, an abstract case. This will only happen in novels and cartoons. It was deep in my heart.

"I'm not Sherlock Holmes. '

As soon as I saw someone for the first time, I unfortunately didn't have the magic skills to guess what I was doing. There was no sense of such potential.

"You're gonna break up with the captain again. '

Fly to the rooftop and tell him you went in? The impulse surged for a moment, but as soon as I said such nonsense, the file book would fly towards my face. "Hey, detective! If you're going to work like this, get rid of the detective!" There was definitely something to say.

I threw away the documents I was holding. I felt like I was going to get rats in my head thinking about the answers that didn't come out. The brain that was stabbed with alcohol and nicotine screamed elongated, forcibly moving. You look up at the ceiling and cool your head for a while. After a while, I grabbed my hands on the desk and looked for the documents. When I found the documents in my hand, I raised them in front of my eyes. The document that was just lifted up was about Eun-hee.

'No matter how much I think about it, this child is the most affected.'

Now I don't want to think of a child who is no longer an adult as a suspect in murder and arson, but something keeps coming up.

'· · · · · · · · · · · Take a closer look.'

The investigation was already closed. I thought it would be best to check around him to see if he missed anything.

'Let's see where this kid went first.'

Surprisingly, Eun-hee was working for a minor who had never even finished high school. The amount stamped on the account was enough to make my mouth shut. I did some research, but nothing came up. When I called the company, their staff clearly knew Eun-hee. The company was also a very sound company with normal operations. It was a company that only licked the surface of the watermelon to get rid of other suspects, but there was nothing suspicious about it.

'No, it's suspicious to give such a high salary to a child who is a minor.'

That's why I didn't even know if I had to doubt this Eun-hee. After deciding to visit the company tomorrow, the detective got up from the chair. I was going to wash up and sleep for tomorrow.

"Huh?"

Something smells strange. I frowned at the smell coming in from the end of my nose.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · Gas smell?"

I thought I was pretty beat up. It seemed to be leaking quite a lot somewhere, seeing that the smell had gotten so dark not long after I smelled it. I approached the stove, which is the most powerful place where cold gas can leak. I snore and smell where there is a middle valve.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · Here a bird."

He shakes his hand and tries to scatter the stench of the dark gas. However, the smell in the room couldn't go away by swinging a few times. This detective has decided to open a window.

"I don't think I can sleep with that smell. The owner must still be awake."

I walked to the window touching my phone. I was going to open the door and get the gas out.

Thump.

"Huh?"

The window doesn't open as if something's jammed. I thought it was strange and gave it a little more strength. The door won't budge.

"What's the matter? This"

I roughly shoved my phone into my pocket and put both hands against the window. I tried to push again. However, the window did not open again. I was strong enough to even use my breastfeeding strength, but I still didn't move.

"Shit, is this thing broken?"

Gas leaks, windows. It was a really shitty day. I had no choice but to leave the front door open.

When you arrive at the sturdy gate, you turn the handle around and push as hard as you can.

Thump.

"What's wrong with this?"

The front door didn't open.

Thump, thump, thump.

I turn the handle up and down in a panic and try to push. The thick iron door was not frozen. I turned the handle as hard as I could and slammed my body against the front door.

Bang!

The heavy sound rings, but unfortunately, the iron gate remains intact. Even a millimeter of movement is unnoticed.

"· · · · · · · · · · Is this broken too?"

Can you do this? Obviously, it was open smoothly when we came in.

"That sucks, really."

If there was a chance, his own luck today would have been the worst. I kicked down the iron door a few times. I couldn't even see him shake, just a loud noise.

The smell of gas was getting worse. The detective was in a hurry to activate the vents above the stove and in the restroom.

Bang.

I pressed the switch, but I couldn't hear the 'weeping' distance when I normally activated the exhaust. I pressed the switch a few more times. I didn't hear a sound.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · What, this?"

Finally, this detective heard a confused voice, whether he felt something strange or not.

The surrounding entrance is completely sealed while gas spills out. The ventilator doesn't work there. The situation was too elaborate to say it was any more coincidence.

"· · · · · · · · · · · · · 119, let's call 119!"

This detective urgently took out the phone he had in his pocket, pressing 119 and pressing the call button.

There's no signal. This detective pressed 119 again. But this time there was no signal.

"What the fuck!"

I took a look at my phone while spitting out insults. I didn't see any bars on the top left of the phone symbolizing the call signal. The Internet connection sign that was supposed to be next to it disappeared. All call signals were cut off, as if they were in a deep mountain.

"What's going on right now!!!"

Eventually, this detective shouted. I could not understand the situation. Something was happening in a studio in the big city, not in a mountain village.

'We need to call for help.'

That's all I could think about. This detective picked up a chair. Then I swung at the window with all my might.

Boom!

It sounded a completely different sound than this detective's wind, expecting a 'whoosh' distance. My hands hurt by the resistance in the chair. I finally missed my chair.

Wudang!

The chair rolled over the floor of the room. But I didn't want to reorganize the chair. The detective glanced at the window that was still there with a vague look on his face.

Wait, is that a reinforcement Yoo Rin? '

I hit him hard with the chair, but I thought it was ridiculous because the window was still intact. However, there is no way that a madman would put a glass reinforced window in an ordinary studio. This detective once again lifted his chair and knocked down the window.

Boom!

The same sound echoes and the chair bounces off.

"Fuck!!!! Why won't it break?!!!!!"

I hit the window with the chair again. I repeated it several times, but the results were all the same. The window does not even scratch like steel.

"Huff! Huff!"

Staring at the window, breathing heavily. Whenever I breathe, the smell of gas along with me starts to creep into the rabbit. This detective threw away the chair he was holding. And then I ripped his head off.

"What is it? What the hell is going on?!"

The smell of gas is completely trapped in the vibrating room. We've got a complete lockdown on how to get help. What's even crazier is that this is not a rare place in the middle of the big city, such as the uninhabited and deep mountains. What do you mean, "disaster" in your own home in the big city? It was a horribly boring situation that even the Comedy Congo couldn't use.

"Shit!!"

I couldn't stay still like this. I ran to the sink to try and stop the gas from leaking out somehow. I took out the handkerchief in my pocket and soaked it in water. Fortunately, it didn't cut to the water. I covered the leaky passageway with a towel soaked in water and pressed it hard.

'Uh, somehow, we have to stop this gas until it comes back.'

I feel wet in my wet hands. My forehead was covered in cold sweat. It was a time of urgency when I was turning on the gas that was leaking out hard.

"Huh?

Suddenly, the handle of the stove seems to move subtly. For a second there, you were wrong. 'I thought. I can't believe the gas knob just went off by itself. It couldn't have been possible without the work of a ghost. However, the current situation devastated the detective's mind.

Rrrrgh.

The handle gently begins to turn to the right. This detective's heart sank. The room was already filled with the stench of poisonous gas. What if this is when the gas lights come on?

"No!!!!"

You missed the hand dryer that was blocking the gas and quickly grabbed the handle. Despite this desperate detective's wishes, however, the handle continues to move as if it is uninterrupted.

"Oh, no. Stop."

I now cry out for the knob that moves on its own in almost a crying voice. However, even in this detective's voice, the handle turns all the way to the right. And.

Kuaaaaang!!!!

A time of darkness. In one studio building, a huge explosion of flames blazes out.