The commotion outside the minimarket had reached a fever pitch. Reporters huddled together, exchanging whispers and dubious glances. Among them, one reporter in particular stood at the fringes, gazing at the unfolding spectacle with a hint of skepticism."Hey... Are you sure that those executives are running here?" he whispered to his fellow reporters, casting a dubious eye on the unremarkable surroundings.His companions seemed equally uncertain. "I don't know... but the residents were sure that the executives were headed this way. Could it be some kind of trick?" one of them mumbled, casting a dubious look at the minimarket, the uninterested shopkeeper, and a group of elderly women who seemed utterly unconcerned with the unfolding drama."Hey, guys! Why are you all still here?!" piped up another reporter, breaking into the hushed conversation. "Let's go to the old apartment! The executive is there now!"A puzzled expression crossed the first reporter's face as he heard his fellow's
“Tsk! Stupid people! Why do you all make my job as police more tiring?! My salary was even lower than you, and those stupid dogg* reporters!"***Greg's expression contorted into a mixture of disbelief and annoyance as he watched the police officer berate them. The officer's words were beyond unprofessional, and his actions in throwing away the license made Greg doubt that his job was to serve citizens.‘What the f*ck is wrong with this guy,' Greg mused, his irritation was palpable as he looked at the police officer.Rika, too, was shocked as she witnessed what the police officer had just done. For years, she had worked as an assistant director at Behav, she never thought that one day, she would encounter a situation where someone would crumple an official letter just to hassle her!It was more unfathomable to her that such unprofessional behavior could come from a police officer, someone who should be working for the good of the country!After a moment of blinking rapidly to clear h
The police officer's face flushed with anger, his eyes narrowing into furious slits as he processed Greg's words. "A skirt...? A donut body?" The officer's internal monologue seethed with frustration. He glanced down at his own protruding stomach, a testament to years of neglect in favor of a desk job. His fury erupted as he bellowed! "What are you meaning by those?" the police officer asked, his voice quivering with anger. "Are you trying to body shame me? Don't you realize who you're seeking problems with?! Do you want to know who's going to wear skirt after this, huh?!!" he screamed, pressing hard the word 'skirt' in the end. Greg, however, remained remarkably unfazed by the officer's outburst. He met the officer's fiery gaze with a cold, determined stare. "How about you?" Greg's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Do you think it’s okay for you to crumple an official letter like that and even ask for Rika’s body in such a manner? You know, no matter how 'high' your position is, you st
As soon as the lieutenant heard Dylan's words, he immediately strode toward the entrance hallway. Fury coursed through him. How could one of his officers dare to mess with someone like Greg?!‘F*ck, I’m in so much trouble... How could one of my men dare to crumple an official letter and even mess with GVR?! Is he trying to dig my grave?’ he thought, his steps quickening. He acknowledged the salutes from officers he passed on his way, his mind racing.He couldn’t help but regret not asking Dylan for more details about the offending police officer's appearance. Panic had clouded his judgment earlier, but now it was too late to rectify that mistake. All he knew was that the officer was stationed at the entrance."But since he says that it was the officer who guided the entrance. Is it possible that it was Jim? Ugh… now I'm starting to regret asking him to guard the entrance… At first, I thought it was a good idea to give him that position since he’s pretty rude, and the reporter surely w
Right now, Greg and Rika were walking in the old apartment building hallway, with the lieutenant leading the way.“The apartment seems a bit different when being investigated. Turns out there are so many people that live here, and it didn't look that dark after the police added more light,” Greg mused as he looked at the apartment corridor, which was filled with residents who were being interrogated by the police.There were even detectives, and maybe an actor, holding up some tools as if they were trying to guess how the suspect had murdered the elderly.“Well, that seems like they're shooting a movie. There's even the director there,” Greg remarked as he glanced at the people who were trying to reenact the scene.TAP!The lieutenant cleared his throat, breaking Greg's chain of thought. "Right here," he said, gesturing towards a door at the end of the dimly lit hallway. "The executives are inside."Greg's eyes followed the lieutenant's hand to the door. It was an unremarkable wooden
"That’s the main reason why we were here and being held by the police."Karel's shocking admission hung heavily in the dimly lit dining room, freezing the air around them. The room, which had moments ago been filled with tension and uncertainty, now crackled with a different kind of energy—an eerie mix of disbelief and resignation.The executives, including Dr. Lou, Sarah, and Alan, sat in their old wooden chairs, their faces reflecting a spectrum of emotions. It was evident that they didn’t expect that Karel would reveal the truth so easily. Even Greg, too, couldn't help but be shocked since he didn’t expect that Karel would confess so readily."However, that was our initial plan before all of this happened,” Karel said, making Greg frown."Initial plan?" Greg frowned. "What do you mean by initial plan?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.Karel sighed again, a heavy sound filled with the weight of their dark intentions. He began to explain, his voice low as if revealing a sinister secre
As Karel was on the brink of revealing the name of the person who had asked them to murder the elderly, the door to the victim room swung open abruptly. The officer guard, who had been watching them closely, stepped in. His stern expression indicated that something had occurred that required immediate attention."Excuse me, but I'm afraid you both need to leave the victim's room," the officer guard stated firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We're conducting further investigations in here, and it's best if you're not present during this process."Greg raised an eyebrow, his curiosity about Karel's revelation still burning. He was about to protest or find a way to continue the conversation when Rika discreetly patted him on the back. She leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper, "Greg, the police are watching us closely. We should comply with their request for now. We can find another opportunity to talk to the executives later."Greg turned his attention toward the pol
As Rika walked through the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoed softly against the aged linoleum floor. Silence wrapped around her like a shroud, interrupted only by the hushed conversations of detectives and the occasional flash of a camera. As she turned a corner, she saw Lieutenant Sol just exiting one of the apartment rooms that seemed to be an operating room."Okay, make sure that Jim's new job was changed to that one. And as for the guard entrance job… Let's just give the chance to Louis. Tell him to stop recapping the accident and guard the entrance although I doubt it since he's quite a wimp," the lieutenant said, his voice low and authoritative."YES, SIR!" the subordinate replied crisply before hurrying off to carry out his orders.Lieutenant Sol closed the door to the apartment operating room, his gaze scanning the dimly lit hallway. He noticed Rika walking alone in his direction and approached her."Ah, Rika," the lieutenant greeted her, his tone polite yet slightly c