#105. Results. 13
Choi Ki-cheol clenched his fist at Woo-jin’s agreement, but he didn’t feel completely relieved.
It seemed like a murder case, but the information was dark.
“Can I see some photos from the scene?”
“Okay, okay. Just a moment.”
As soon as Choi Ki-cheol disappeared for a moment, Woo-jin slurped down the last remaining noodles.
It was a very satisfying meal.
"here."
Woojin started looking at the file that Choi Kicheol had handed him.
First, a photo caught my eye.
It was a picture of a murdered woman, hanging from a doorknob with her tongue hanging out.
At first glance, it looks like he committed suicide by sitting down.
And one more photo.
It was a photo taken around her neck, and she was strangled with a red string.
From here, something caught Woojin's eye.
Many people choose to commit suicide by hanging themselves from a high rope, climbing onto a chair, and hanging themselves.
Of course, you can also commit suicide by hanging a rope from a doorknob and sitting down.
If you have a strong will to give up life.
When the pressure on the neck begins, the person becomes dizzy, loses consciousness, and faints as if in a drowsy state.
If the cervical spine continues to be compressed like this, it will naturally lead to death.
It was something you could experience if you held your breath and pressed your neck with your own hands.
It was a similar principle to the fainting game that was popular among students in the past.
Woojin muttered.
“Singularity… … .”
A singularity was literally visible.
Only the left side of the neck where the strangler was located showed bruises.
This is a wound that results from a conscious or unconscious action to protect the cervix by holding the string.
In other words, it could be said to be a defensive scar that reacts to the outside.
The bruises on her neck showed her desire to live.
If you wanted to live without being able to breathe, just get up.
But the fact that the sacrum is only on the left side… … .
The cause of death for the two daughters, listed as one and two years old, was suffocation from plastic bags.
It seemed clear that he had been murdered.
The time of death was reported to be slightly different.
The one-year-old daughter's time of death was reported to be about an hour later than her mother's.
Of course, it's not exact, but it could be.
Woojin continued to hand over the materials.
Choi Ki-cheol stuck out his tongue at the sight.
I once saw Woojin looking through documents from an unsolved case. Nothing had changed since then.
Because I was just skimming through it, looking at it roughly.
It was something he could understand because he was the one doing it, but if others had seen it, they would have frowned and asked if he was joking.
There has never been speed reading like this.
As the pages turned, information piled up in Woojin's head.
There was no history of mental illness and no motive for suicide was found.
The door was locked from the inside, and the bars on the windows to prevent intrusion from the outside were intact.
There were also photos showing how sturdy the bars were.
After a while, Woojin asked while covering a thick folder with documents.
“Did you identify the suspect based on the hair found at the scene?”
“That’s right. He’s a guy who lives in the same villa, and we were very close. They drank together at home the day before the incident. Let’s say his hair fell out at that time. But the suspect took a vacation on the day of the incident? He said he had a cold and stayed home, so I think it’s suspicious. Woojin, when you work as a detective for a long time, you start to develop a sense of humor, right? It keeps bothering you.”
They told him to conclude that it was suicide, but Choi Ki-cheol did not do so.
It wasn't anything particularly creepy.
Woojin nodded as if agreeing with Choi Gi-cheol's comment, "feel."
A feeling could also be said to be an unconscious reaction that appears when one has been absorbed in something for a long time.
People who have made remarkable progress in a certain field are bound to have a particularly outstanding sense for that field.
“Where is the suspect?”
“He’s in the interrogation room. I don’t think we can hold him any longer.”
“Can I ask you something like this?”
Woojin took out a piece of A4 paper that had been thrown away in an open trash can and started writing questions using the back of the paper.
Woojin handed it over after completing a few questions.
While Choi Ki-cheol was looking at the questions, Woo-jin opened his mouth.
“If you assume that the person who appears to be suicidal is the victim, then it is possible.”
"ah……."
“If you look closely, even the screws are turned roughly.”
Choi Ki-cheol felt like the fog in his head was clearing.
“If this is real… … .”
The small bruises on the victim's left side make sense.
“I will be watching from the observation room.”
“Thank you, Woojin.”
Woojin started to move behind Choi Ki-cheol.
But it wasn't just Choi Gi-cheol and Woo-jin.
The two detectives who had been eavesdropping on their conversation stood up together.
They wanted to see with their own eyes Woojin's skills, which they had heard so much about.
* * *
A few minutes after Woojin entered the observation room, two detectives came inside.
They coughed and spoke to Woojin.
“Hello? Are you Woojin? I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Wow… … You could be a celebrity. You’re handsome.”
Woojin also bowed his head and greeted them.
"hello."
One of the detectives asked quietly.
“What do you think of that suspect? Is he the real culprit?”
“I guess we’ll have to wait and see what the reaction is.”
"which……?"
“Are you lying or not?”
Of course, he could have acted like an actor and hidden the fact that he was lying.
But there was one thing that could not be hidden.
A secret secret.
When it was discovered, it was natural to react in some way.
Soon, Choi Ki-cheol entered the interrogation room and sat down facing the suspect.
The suspect had thin eyebrows, double eyelids, and thin lips.
The moment Choi Gi-cheol opened his mouth to speak, Woo-jin's pupils slowly dilated as if absorbing light.
“So. You’re saying that on the day of the incident, you just stayed at home and never went out?”
The suspect sighed and said.
“Yes. I think I’ve told you this a few times.”
And then I scratched the bridge of my nose.
At that sight, Woojin's eyes began to observe him more deeply.
When catecholamines are secreted, the area around the nose becomes itchy.
“I don’t know why I have to keep asking the same question here. It’s true that we were close, but I’m not that kind of person.”
He swallows and raises his eyebrows frequently to emphasize his words.
And then he looks straight at Detective Choi Ki-cheol and says.
He also keeps fiddling with his bracelet.
Women tend to fiddle with their accessories when they feel anxious or want to gain psychological stability, and this reaction was being reflected in the suspect.
Woojin nodded slowly.
People who are good at acting are not good.
Seeing him lie and make his point on the surface, I thought he was the culprit.
The final reaction would confirm it.
Choi Gi-cheol asked in an interrogative tone.
“Then let me ask you one more thing. You probably know how Park Min-young died, but… … No. Park Min-young was strangled by a clothesline while holding a one-year-old child. Why did she strangle herself while holding a child? Even while being strangled, she knew that if the child fell, it would hurt. She was holding the child with her right hand, and she was trying to untie the clothesline with her left hand. Even as she was dying, she tried to protect her child until the end. Now, here’s a question.”
If this is what Woojin said, then it is assumed that the small wound on the left side of the neck and the one-year-old child were the last to die.
The suspect's pupils dilate and shrink repeatedly as the sympathetic nerves become activated.
The body disappears as if it is merging with the chair, and the eyes that had been responding with sympathetic nerves soon move in all directions as if looking for a place to hide.
“It’s not me!”
Choi Ki-cheol opened his mouth and smirked, as if he was convinced by the suspect's excited appearance.
“Why are you so surprised? That’s the murder method.”
He bit his lip slightly.
“The place where the criminal escaped by making it look like suicide was the window. He tore out the security window. There are traces of screws turning. The screws were chipped off, leaving behind iron powder like sawdust. It must have been because he turned it too quickly.”
Choi Ki-cheol continued speaking, looking at him sitting still without opening his mouth.
“Now that the culprit is out, I wonder who screwed the security window back in… … .”
“I’m not. I don’t know.”
Choi Ki-cheol nodded slowly and said.
“I can let you both go in together. Of course, if you confess. Once the warrant is issued and the house is searched, it will be too late.”
Choi Gi-cheol waited quietly for his answer.
“Okay. Well. Let’s go all the way.”
Choi Ki-cheol got up from his seat and headed toward the door without any hesitation. No, at that moment.
“Hey… Did that guy come here too? Did he speak first?”
Choi Ki-cheol sat back down, and Woo-jin, who had been watching, nodded and said.
“I think I’ll confess.”
The two detectives who were watching the interrogation room with Woojin tilted their heads.
“Are you saying there are two culprits?”
Woojin opened his mouth as if to answer.
“The only person who can enter the house naturally is the husband. The first person to report is also the husband. The wife doesn’t have much insurance. The suspect who seems to be confessing right now, no, the criminal’s gestures are very similar to a woman’s. He seems to be left-handed, and usually men’s ring fingers are longer than their index fingers, but in this man’s case, due to the influence of hormones, his index and ring fingers are similar in length. Judging from various factors, there is a high possibility that he is gay, and the dead wife’s husband is likely bisexual.”
One of the detectives, who had been blinking at Woojin's words, opened his mouth as if trying to deduce something.
“So a gay and bisexual man planned and killed his wife and children?”
“If what Woojin said is true, then what the fuck is going on here?”
At that moment, Choi Ki-cheol's loud voice was heard from the speaker.
"Fuck you are crazy!
Choi Ki-cheol kicked the table with his foot as the criminal confessed.
The pushed table was lodged directly into the suspect's stomach.
“That kid’s at it again, at it again!”
“Stop it quickly!”
At that sight, the detectives quickly entered the interrogation room.
* * *
That moment.
A video uploaded by a YouTuber surpassed 1 million views in just 24 hours.
The video was about synesthetes.
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The YouTuber disappeared and the face of a visually impaired person who played the role of the culprit in the synesthesia appeared.
And gradually, the wrinkles disappeared and the skin became more vibrant.
Photos of him gradually changing from a face in his late 30s to a face in his early 30s appeared and disappeared repeatedly.
[Now, here's what it looks like in your 20s!]
As the photo became more and more difficult to take from different angles, it began to resemble Woojin's face more and more.
