I'm not a Killer

Forged documents?

Daren walked unsteadily, entering a detective office hidden in a corner of the city. He checked the address on his right hand several times before he was finally convinced that he had arrived at the right place.

Daren followed his father's advice that he should investigate, and enlisted the help of a detective.

The office door opened slowly, revealing a forty-year-old detective with a thin beard and piercing eyes.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Daren," greeted the detective, welcoming him with a smile. He had previously received information that Daren would be coming to see him this afternoon.

Of course, he got this information from Varro, whose name was Crish. "Do you need my help, sir?" asked Crish.

Daren took a deep breath, gathering the courage to explain his purpose.

"Of course, Crish. I would like to investigate one of the cases in my company. I suspect corruption and embezzlement by one of the finance staff," he said in a hesitant tone.

Detective Crish nodded, then told Daren to sit in