"It's the last victim." Jung Kwang-Soo puts his hands in the pocket. It has been three years. This last victim was twelve years old boy. He was Baek Han Sol's neighbour. They have been seen together a few times on the CCTV. There is no evidence at the spot. The authorities can't find any link between the location or the victims. That's why this case is o
"Ha! You want me to plead guilty." Baek Han Sol looks at her with disbelief. "I didn't kill them. However, I wouldn't mind doing it at this point in my life. I want my family to give up on me and stop taking money from my family."This man do
Do Sejin comes to her house around eleven in the morning. However, the house is empty. There’s no sign of her. He wonders if she is at work.He checks the kitchen and the trash bin. He didn't see any shrimp soup in it. She must have eaten it all. He smiles to himself.
His hands trail down on her shoulders, slathering her skin with the soap. A soft moan escapes her lips as she bends down her head.“You must be tired.” Do Sejin murmurs to her softly, “I will wash you well, Hana. Just relax.&rdquo
After the bath, Do Sejin goes straight to the bed. For some reasons, he has no urge to eat dinner. Her words keep echoing in his head. A doubt emerges in his heart. Will she fall for him ever? It feels like he might lose this time.No, he can do it. He still wants to be with her even after their contract ends. At this rate, she might never see him again.
“It’s been a while since I saw you.” Kim Dong-Woo smacks the back of Do Sejin’s head. The lecture room is empty. There’s still time before the next lecture. “Why don’t you come to the parties? The twins keep asking for you. I won’t get an invitation if you don’t go.”“I am busy.” Do Sejin’s e
“Today, we are going to have a discussion,” The professor announces, “about the hundredth-day murder.”As Kim Dong-Woo has predicted, the professor uses this opportunity to set up future prosecutors and future lawyers against each other.
[24th Murder Location. The RH Hotel. Room No. 405]Ahn Hana neatly aligns the thirty-six pictures of murdered victims on the bed. She stares at them for a long time. She picks up the picture of the twenty-fourth victim.
"We are sorry." Noe Kyung-Hee's mother bows to her stiffly. "We don't think that we can help you."Ahn Hana sighs. It's awkward. She has seen this woman protesting against her in front of the law firm. And didn’t she tell her off along with other protestors the other day? This is not good.