The C Toxin's

The Semisolid Hypothesis (A)

　

　

Seoul Police Headquarters

The Detective Division Room

April 22, 2016

20.00 KST

“Where have you been?” Mark asked suddenly with his baritone voice as the door of his study opened, and Dean's rabbit face appeared. Mark is brewing a cup of instant noodles—iya, even a Mark Tuan who always lives a healthy life by drinking herbal tea alias tisane was tempted with instant noodles.

“Ya kkamjagyaa!” Dean's response pretended to be startled by the flat tone he made up. “You're worried about me, brother? Don't be too possessive like that, I'm afraid.” he continued who was then met with a look of horror by his senior.

“Stop talking nonsense, what did you do and find?” continued Mark while sipping noodles that still puff smoke into his face.

“Propa. My head was full of puzzle pieces and my stomach was hungry. Do you have any more food?” this time he landed himself in the chair, then slammed rough A4 paper bundle that he had been holding.

Mark threw a few packs of sugar sticks from his drawer in response. Dean just rolled his eyes off guard. It is true that Dean is currently deficient in blood sugar, but it could be sudden diabetes if you eat sugar weighing 15 grams at once.

“Aha hang ka lhakhukhan and hemwukhan?” Mark asked with his mouth trying to chew on dozens of strands of instant noodles with his steaming hot gravy.

“Heh! Swallow your instant noodles first!” sergeant Dean. Mark doesn't care.

“Not much, but this is a new fact. Honestly I'm worried.” Dean opened the A4 paper bundle

slammed. His gaze seriously stared at something on the paper, making Mark also frown.

“Why?”

“NISA. I'm sure they're involved in this case, and trying to hide something” Dean replied. This time he looked at Mark seriously.

“How can you conclude NISA is involved?” ask Mark. His eyes looked sparkling despite being covered by the smoke of instant noodle soup in front of him. “Here we go NISA, Even Kim Dean the onion assumed the same as me.”—batin Mark.

“Hhhh, I—” Dean sighed in wanting to explain the reason of his assumption to Mark, but suddenly the sound of the door of the room opening stopped his intention.

“Excuse me!” Wendy appeared from behind the door with a face that looked fresher than it had been this afternoon when Mark

saw it.

“Oh, Wendy. What's up?” Mark gasped, He seemed to be sliding his instant noodle cup into an invisible place. Oh, obviously Wendy and Dean caught her embarrassing act.

“I want to give you a report.” Wendy handed Mark a bundle of A4 paper from the leather sling bag.

“Good, thanks. Next time you can give a report on the next day.” Mark received the report, then read the first page. Meanwhile, Dean on the seat just put up his judging face. How not, Mark always gives a report deadline of at most 12 hours to him.

“It's okay. I have met dr. Lee was this afternoon, but he called me back.” Wendy. He's sitting in a chair near Dean's desk.

“Why?” Mark asked, his gaze diverted from the report he was reading.

Dean's alternating. “For the details, He will deliver it in the meeting tomorrow night. But one thing, someone might have done something to his corpse before we came.”

“Why is that so?” this time Dean opened his voice.

“Hinya. His eyes were tightly shut, and that only happened with the help of humans. Second, there was a fine scratch on his temple. The scratch was not long ago, and it spit out a little blood.” replied Wendy.

“My guess is getting there.” said Dean quite slowly but still heard by the two people in front of him.

“We'll make sure of it tomorrow after the meeting. I'm sure, your guess is correct.” said Mark in a calm tone, preventing the emotional outburst of his often passionate junior. “Be sure to remind people to come. We will bring the meeting to 9 am.”

“Thank you Wendy, you can come tomorrow morning, and continue a closed meeting with us.” Mark's intonation of speech is more like an order than - thanks in Wendy's ear. Wendy simply replied to him with a nod.

“You're going home? Already eaten?” ask Mark with a look back at the report in front of him.

“Ekhem!” Kim Dean is ready with his roasting agenda.

Instead of answering Mark's eating question, Wendy stood up and handed the two paper bags containing the bento she put on Dean's table to the two men. “I brought this, eat.”

Kim Dean's eyes sparkled with free food.

“Reduce instant noodle feeding. Then I go home first.” said Wendy while smiling and insinuating Mark as he approached the man's desk.

“Wait, I'll drop off.” Mark immediately stood up and grabbed his car keys as soon as Wendy grabbed his sash bag.

“Are you not tired?”

“No. Come!”

“Come!” it wasn't Wendy who answered, it was Kim Dean. He's been ready to go home ever since Mark got his car keys. Mark looked at Dean's astonishment.

“What? Don't you usually drive me home too?”

The three men then walked towards the parking area where Mark's car was located. The exhausted facial sharpness could not be hidden from the three. How not? Today is very long, especially for Wendy who initially will only help the Kelvin Seo interrogation process, until it ends in the CTF and forensic laboratory.

On the way to the parking lot, Mark stopped the steps of the two people beside him as soon as he saw the figure of Kim Taehyung, a CSI member who earlier this morning he was assigned to look for the whereabouts of a woman named Reina Hwang. He walked over to Taehyung who was talking on the phone at the elevator door. But his steps came to a standstill once he heard Taehyung speaking in a foreign language. Mark did not initially intend to tap his colleague's conversation, but Taehyung's voice was quite clear, and Mark with the sharpness of his memory was able to confirm that the man was speaking in Slovak.

Not much did Mark understand from Taehyung's talk, as the man had already ended his talk, and realized Mark's presence moments later.

“Oh, Brother, you're here. What are you doing?”

“I'm heading to the parking area. What are you doing?” Mark replied in a friendly tone, covering up his guilt for having bugged Taehyung on the phone just now.

“I have to pick up something on the 3.” floor

“How is Reina Hwang? Are there any developments related to his position?”

“I'm making sure of it. I think he's in Slovakia.”