The C Toxin's
Claire
The Daegu International School
April 21, 2016
15.30 KST
“Jae, I found it!” kim Taehyung, Jeffrey's partner, was involved in the investigation
continued that afternoon. He appears to show an excel file containing a list of food transactions for the past year. Next to it opens a book containing hand notes of the same data. Jeffrey, who was looking for the same data in the cubicle next to the logistic room of the school, immediately approached him.
“How's Tae?”
“Claire Food and Agro Company's. Company name, supplier of this school for a whole year, no other company.”
“Can you find that company address now?”
“Already, the company's production and research area is in Mokpo, Jeju, and Busan, but the head office is in
Daegu.”
“Get ready soon! We'll be there now”
The two immediately returned to the first floor where all the teams had gathered earlier. Jeffrey gave the command through HT, that he and Taehyung would come to the company, while the other team remained
search for supporting data. They'll meet at the Seoul police tonight.
After setting the GPS to the destination coordinates, Taehyung drove his car at full speed—approaching madness. The afternoon was not quiet, but Taehyung's driving skills were above average, making Jeffrey next to him grip firmly while praying and occasionally closing his eyes. Not without reason, despite being close to the location of the school, the day was getting late beyond working hours, of course they did not want to lose the opportunity to interrogate the company this afternoon.
“Good afternoon, can we meet with the R&D director or the party in charge of the company's research and production?” jeffrey asked the receptionist.
“Pardon me, have you made an appointment before?” the receptionist asked in a friendly manner.
“Kam—” Jeffrey's speech was cut off after Taehyung displayed a police membership identity plaque from inside his black leather jacket.
“WE, FROM SEOUL POLICE, are investigating the DIS mass death tragedy. We expect cooperation!” taehyung said firmly—like an angry person, with a cold gaze, making the receptionist surprised. The man did have a bad temper.
“Ah, well, please wait a minute.” the great-granddaughter of the receptionist was groggy. Then he seemed to contact someone by phone in front of him.
While the receptionist called, Jeffrey kicked Taehyung's shins. The man looked grimacing in pain. It's nothing, Jeffrey has already told Taehyung not to be too ‘galak’ while working. Especially the receptionist was a woman.
“Please go to the 3rd floor, after exiting the elevator, turn right, the person you are going to is in the very end room, in the CEO room.” was obviously the receptionist after hanging up the phone.
“CEO?” jeffrey asked confused. Is it possible for a CEO to hold office like that, he thought.
“Yes, he is the CEO and R&D director of the company”
Jeffrey and Taehyung then went to the room the receptionist had described. Upon arrival in the room, they knocked on the door, and a man from inside the room let them in.
“Good afternoon, I'm Kelvin Seo, what's your need this afternoon?” ask someone they believe to be the CEO and Director of R&D kindly.
“Happy Afternoon, I'm Jeffrey, and my colleague Taehyung, we're from the Seoul police, the death investigation team
bulk DIS, there are some things I want to ask.”
“I will explain it before the law, in the police, not here”
Seoul Police
April 21, 2016
21.30 KST
“Who is he?” ask Mark to the point when he sees a man being herded along with the team of Jeffrey and Taehyung. They have just returned from Daegu for further investigation. Mark is back
in the past, having to see Professor Eric who lost contact all day. However, Mark did not find the Professor's whereabouts.
“Kelvin Seo. She is the CEO and director of R&D of Claire Food and Agro Company, a supplier of ingredients
daegu International School” Food explained Taehyung.
“Bring him to the interrogation room!” tell Mark quick.
“Give him dinner first.” he continued.
“Good, Kak”
“How about Professor Eric?” jeffrey asked right after Taehyung passed in front of them.
“We won't be meeting tonight. Please tell Dr. Lee. After that please you and Taehyung rest, please,
submit the investigation results tomorrow morning. Thank you for your hard work.” said Mark while patting Jeffrey's shoulder softly. Jeffrey just smiled and nodded.
Mark then walked towards the interrogation room. Again today he and Dean will break the rules by doing errands outside of work hours. He'll interrogate the man first. Indeed he was tired, but in vain, he would not be able to rest with a job that still hangs.
“What's ready?” mark asked as soon as he saw Dean was setting up the lie detector. Making Dean surprised instead of playing to hear his voice in the silence.
“Gosh, can you give me a cue when it will appear?” dean's Nagging.
“Clear!” continued.
“Explain who he is, how can they find him? Honestly, it's relatively quick. How do they confirm his identity as CEO and R&D director of the company?” ask Mark at length. Finally, that was the core question he wanted to ask that junior of his.
“Taehyung, based on his story, he and Jeffrey found data on school transactions with the company. The company's office is not far from there. They immediately searched the office, and
found out that he is the CEO and director of R&D”
Mark then sees the man behind a large glass separating the control room and the room where the man will be interrogated. Mark noticed the man's appearance and gesture, then frowned. “Plain, no spirit, no charisma, alert identity, insecure. Unbelievable”—batin Mark.
“No, it's just that his appearance and gesture does not show the image as a company leader. I'll start the interrogation.” replied Mark. He rubbed his face rough.
“Wait!” Dean held Mark's hand just before he stepped into the interrogation room. Mark's confused.
“This! Don't get sleepy.” Dean thrust a cup of hot coffee that he brewed himself in the pantry earlier. The habits of the two detectives, the love-hate relationship. Everyone in the office even gave the title of the best bromance to the two of them.
“Hhhh.” Mark shook Dean's head hard until he fell down on the keyboard.
Mark hates drama scenes.
“@%^!((#(#^$!”
Two minutes later, Mark was sitting in front of the man named Kelvin Seo. Mark put his coffee and some paper on the table, while occasionally analyzing the man's look and gesture again.
“Brother Kelvin Seo, I am Mark Tuan, the head of the investigation team, and the Daegu International School mass death case detective. You certainly know very well the case, and therefore you are called here.” Mark said with a cold look. He can not mince words to simply reduce tension in conditions like this.
“Ya” Kelvin replied briefly and quietly barely audible.
“Your company is a DIS fixed food supplier is not it?” ask Mark with a full glance.
“Ya, since 2002.” again Kelvin answered briefly. His tone also sounded lazy, making Mark start to get annoyed.
“Explain about your company!” mark's orders. He let out a long sigh, leaned his back against the back of the chair, then sipped his coffee. He tried to calm his emotions
the man he looked at did not have that spirit of life.
“We are engaged in food and agriculture.” replied Kelvin. This time he managed to loosen his head after always looking down and looking at the tip of his foot
“Genetic engineering?” ask Mark. His eyes were sharp, while his hands were folded in front of his chest, his right leg resting on his left leg.
“Ya.”
Mark held up his seat. His gaze grew sharper and piercing, making Kelvin return to his initial position.
“For what commodity?”
“Wheat, corn, potato, rice, radish, spinach, carrots, beans”
“Do you know of any errors in genetic engineering that you did?” ask Mark. He realized the question was like an accusation, he began to anticipate the emotional turmoil of the person in front of him.
Two minutes passed, Kelvin just silently bowed.
“Similar compounds AMV, TuMV, WSMV, PsBXMC, and Bt. Toxin modified, they attacked CNS.” he replied.
Mark who had been worried about the feeling of people in front of him was shocked. How could he get an answer this smooth in less than half an hour. Mark moved his body, second
his hands are on the table. His right hand clenched, then piled on his lips. Mark paused the next question. He seemed to think, it was better to ask his point alone, or dig out side information from the person before him.
“You have no defense? Rebuttal? Regrets?”
“No, I am guilty as a scientist. I will obey the laws of the country and the laws of God.” Kelvin stressed. The look in his eyes momentarily reflected his confidence, yet momentarily
then, it was more like a spontaneity of defense.
“Who are your company investors?”
Kelvin was silent
“Is there a party that encourages you to make a mistake—or deliberately misleading research it?”
A minute passed, Kelvin was still silent. Mark snorted in annoyance. He returned to his emotional comfort.
“Are you a threatened party?” ask Mark final. This time he couldn't hide his smirk. He caught a little tension from Kelvin's face.
“I've told you, no one pushed me, sponsored me, or whatever it was. As a scientist, curiosity and thirst for science and discovery become a motive, with impacts that can be detrimental or beneficial.” Kelvin replied finally. Again, his eyes were the same
as before, Mark grew suspicious that he was covering something up.
Mark stopped his interrogation. Free, according to him, Kelvin's emotions and psyche are not
stable, visible from the rhythm of the eye highlight and the intonation of speech. Clearly, there is truth that is not conveyed. He was also tired and his concentration decreased.
“How is lie detector analysis?” mark asked Dean after leaving the interrogation room. He placed a rough pile of papers containing the results of the interrogation in front of Dean.
“Looks like you pressed him too much, Kak.”
“He was calm, but there was a slight increase in tension and frequency of brain and nerve waves when you started saying ‘investor’. This guy is very calm, not easy to read.”
“I think we need a psychiatrist.”
“Not psychologist? He has no symptoms of mental disorder or health problems like”
“Who knows?” mark replied as he sipped his nearly exhausted coffee carefully.
“Hmm. Okay, I'll call Wendy Son, she—”
UHUKKIS..
Suddenly Mark chokes on his coffee when he hears the name of someone who is not a stranger in the
her ear.
“....not an ordinary psychiatrist, as well as your former wife candidate” continued Dean. She smiled
grinning towards Mark who was currently misbehaving before him.
