Aura signed the divorce papers without any hesitation. Her facial expressions are very normal. It is not understood what is going on in her mind. Because her hands are not shaking, nor are her eyes watering. She is more normal than usual. Mrs.Pratha is watching the girl closely. It was unbelievable that her daughter would make such a big decision within nine months of marriage. It’s not that she didn’t try to tie, but the girl is big enough; She likes to make all her own decisions alone. It is not that she will give up a stubborn child in any school, slap two or three times, kill. Her ex-husband Marrow is sitting opposite Aura. Marrow's face is pale. After a while, he is biting his bare lips and biting his nails. He can't say anything even after going to say something again and again. Her parents are sitting on either side of her. Marrow's father Martin Davidson is a joint district judge of the Jazz Court. He has a good reputation in Seoul. He is the image of justice to everyone. Of c

Time is running out but there is no news from it. Mr. Martin's patience is breaking. Nuxin Davidson is just calling on God. She is begging for her son's life. Two hours later, the doctor came out. His face twitched. As soon as the doctor came out, Mr. Martin rushed to him. Anxiously asked,"Doctor, my son? Is everything alright?"The doctor is silent with his head bowed. He did not understand how to tell this news. " Sorry Mr. Martin, after many attempts I could not save him. There has been a lot of bleeding. And if he had been brought some time ago, it might have been saved."Mrs. Nuxin lost consciousness as soon as she heard the doctor's words. Mr. Martin is standing there. It is as if he is tasting death even while he is alive. His only son is not here today. He is lost in the land of no return. His wife is crying but he can't cry. Meanwhile, Aura is sitting still, feeling pain in her chest or another side. It is very difficult to breathe. The pain seems to be lumpy near the thro

As soon as he opened the polythene, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. His eyes are shining. Emir took the polythene in his hand. Then he called the doorman of the building in a loud voice. As soon as Emir's call was heard, the building doorman Luis ran and stood in front of him. Luis has been the gatekeeper of this building since its construction. Emir observes Luis from head to toe. A man with a very leaky body, over forty years of age, not a hair of his head is raw, he loves to drink and keep his lips and teeth red. He is looking at Emir with frightened eyes. Luis is very scared of the police. Her hands and feet trembled when he heard the name of the police. Before coming to Seoul city Luis was quite famous as a village thief. He would have made a lot of money, but once he was caught by the police, he still remembers the beating of the police. Emir watching him like this made him even more scared. Does this officer arrest him? Emir put his hand on Luis' neck. Luis shuddere

Sunday, 12 o'clock in the morning,Emir is sitting outside Mr. Martin's office. Emir has been sleepless for the last three nights. If there was no pressure from the upper floor, he would not be able to do so much physical work. The purpose of coming here today is to answer some questions. He has been sitting on the sofa outside for the past half hour. Mr. Martine is busy with an urgent matter. There is no rush for Emir. So he is sitting there. Suddenly Mathew (Martin's secretary) came and informed Mr. Martin had called him. While entering Martine's room, Emir noticed that Sub-Inspector Damon was leaving the room. Seeing Emir, he saluted. Then he bowed his head like a thief and went out. Emir smiled crookedly and Mr. Martine was smoking a cigar in the room. He gestured to Damon to sit down. He put down his cigar and asked in a cold voice," How far has the case gone, officer? I heard the girl is in custody?" "Yes sir. The investigation is ongoing. We want to see the en

At 9 p.m. Some pictures are pinned in front of a whiteboard. Emir is looking at the pictures with one glance. A burning cigarette in hand, a mug of Kadir on the table is getting cold. But Emir does not notice that. His eyes are fixed on the pictures on the board. Each picture is a character. And each character is telling a story. A new picture has been added of Saddam. Saddam's death put an end to his case. A thief came to steal and stabbed the owner of the house. Then he died due to excessive intoxication. The matter is very simple. But a part of the puzzle does not match at all. Emir is not able to match that part even after thousands of attempts. At one point, Emir's fingers began to heat up as he lit a cigarette, and his thoughts came to an end. He puts the cigarette on the ashtray. A sneer appeared on the corner of his lips. One more sleepless night answers some more questions. A week later, Standing on the fence is Aura, dressed as her ex-husband's killer. Rob