The C Toxin's

Another Death

            Mark tapped his finger on the pantry, waiting drop by drop of coffee extract to the brim through the filter paper to a HARIO-branded receiver. I don't know what motivated him to make coffee for Dean— and Wendy. Oh, of course Mark is in a very awkward position because —ekhm, the woman who is based on Dean's words is his ex-wife's candidate will appear before him after seven years they did not meet. Actually there is nothing to worry about, considering the two of them ended the relationship well, even for 3 years they were dating, getting engaged, and planning to get married,

rarely do couples fight. They are very mature, but they agreed to end it for one classic, serious, logical reason: career-focused. Wendy, who will be in military training after receiving a certificate of expertise as a forensic psychiatrist, as well as Mark who has to take military training and his professional studies in criminology.

               The memory of his association with Wendy a few years ago immediately melted with the aroma of Ethiopian coffee varieties that lulled into his sense of smell. It was Wendy's favorite manual brew coffee. Back when they both lived in America, he often made Wendy coffee in his apartment on Sundays

morning after they exercise. Mark smiled faintly, before his phone shook, displaying Kim Dean's name there. Mark immediately completed his coffee and nostalgia activities without answering the call from his junior. Mark can already guess that today he will be back roasting by Dean due to the arrival of Wendy.

Interrogation Room

April 22, 2016

08.00 KST

             Mark knocked on the door of the interrogation room slowly. Tumben once, but usually he will immediately barge in, ignoring Dean who always nagged because he was surprised at his arrival. Understandably, he was nervous today, and nervousness always made him seem like a freak.

            “Log in!” replied Dean from the room. Mark opened the door slowly.

            “Good Morning” greet Mark with his flat face. He stared straight at the bespectacled woman in brown toad pants, and the oversized white shirt beside Dean. He was leaning his body towards a monitor that displayed a series of columns and rows of data accompanied by several graphs. He smiled kindly at Mark, one hand waving to say hello. As Mark had guessed, Wendy was still the same, she had never known any kind of awkwardness in her life.

            “Hi Mark, long time no see. How are you?” greet Wendy. He approached Mark and invited him to shake hands and tos-style old friends. Mark swiftly and awkwardly accepted Wendy's invitation.

            “Just fine, Wen. Glad to see you—again, thank you for willing to help us.” replied Mark after tos with Wendy. It looked as if his face was warming, relieved that it seemed like the meeting was not as stiff as he had imagined.

            “No problems. Did you make coffee?” wendy asked as soon as her gaze was fixed on the three hot paper cups that Mark had brought.

            “Ah yes, this please drink.” Mark gave the paper cup to Wendy, then put the rest on the table to his left. Wendy accepted it with a big smile. In his heart, Wendy was playing a very sweet historical film. The paradox with unsweetened coffee is some

when later.

            “Ekhem. Do you guys need 10 minutes for nostalgia?” sindir Dean who had just been silent in front of the monitor watched the reunion of two people in front of him. Mark and Wendy who were smiling at each other finally regained consciousness and put on a serious look back.

            “Have you explained to Wendy about Kelvin Seo?”

            “Already, I've heard it from Dean even when He called me last night. I'll do a medical examination whether Kelvin Seo has any indication of a psychic disorder affecting his confession or not.” Answer Wendy

            “Good. I myself am not sure that he is okay.” Timpal Mark

            “After I diagnose it, we will decide whether the explanation we can use or not.”

            “I'm handing it to you.”

            “I'll see him, but not in this room. Can you guys provide a quiet, relaxing room for us?”

            “You can use the meeting room on the 3rd floor. The room would not be used today, and was designed homey. How?” ask Mark.

            “Sounds good.”

Meeting Room 3rd Floor

April 22nd

09.00 KST

            “Hi, Kelvin Seo. I'm Wendy Son. How are you?” wendy is friendly and cheerful when she and

Kelvin was already sitting in a comfortable position on the sofa of the meeting room. Do not forget two cups of camomile tea held on a wooden table in front of them.

            “Good.” Kelvin replied briefly with his flat expression. Netraya stared in full investigation at Wendy who thought she was very familiar. Before long, he concluded, Wendy is a psychologist or forensic psychiatrist. Smart guy.

            “It looks like you're not of Korean descent, where are you from?” ask Wendy again.

            “Oh, I studied there during SMA.” Wendy comments with sparkling eyes, making Kelvin carve a little smile.

            “How did you sleep last night?” Wendy stared at Kelvin intensely.

            “Pretty good, but of course can not be said soundly.” replied Kelvin, this time with a pretty warm view in the eyes of Wendy. Wendy heaved a sigh of relief, the iceberg between them seemed to have melted slowly.

            “Did anyone bother you lately, Kelvin?” asked Wendy, then he sipped his camomile tea.

            “As?” Kelvin asked back. This time he looked relaxed. He took a sip of his camomile tea, then rested his left foot on his right foot.

            “Leader behavior's. CEO material. Confidence, independent.” Inner Wendy analyzinggestur Kelvin.

            “Hmm, say related to the DIS case in your work area. Are you disturbed by the tragedy?” wendy asked in a carefully crafted tone.

            “Of course, my company is the main suspect.” Kelvin replied firmly. Then his eyes looked glazed over to the ceiling of the room.

            “Why is he so confident? Is he a narcissist? But in the direction of his gaze, he did not stare at his interlocutor. Indications of lies, nervousness!”

            “Kelvin, you are a businessman and a scientist, right? Can you tell me, what was your motivation in the beginning, then your ambition lately?”

            “Motivation? Of course to survive. An ambition? Just one, I want everyone in my circle to live properly and safely.” again Kelvin answered Kelvin's question in a firm and confident tone. But this time his eyes stopped on Wendy's eyeballs, like never before.

            “Altruist. Tulus”

            “Then have you made it happen?”

            “I think it is, and I keep it.” He looks a little down.

            “Fear of lose”

            “Ah, does the research on GMO is

part of your ambition?” asked Wendy in a tone made very relaxed in order to

not attracting emotions.

            “Ya..one of them.”

            “Inconvinced”

            “Well, He’s imaginative, altruistic, pure.”

            “What did you feel when you were called here because of this incident? Your valuable research led to something suspected of a deadly toxin. Do you feel blamed, guilty?”

            “Hhh. That detective, he must have called you here because he didn't trust me.” Kelvin's answer left Wendy a little surprised. It turned out that the man before him was quite intelligent and sensitive.

            “I've said it, I feel guilty as a scientist and I will obey the laws of God and the laws of this country!” kelvin. Precisely with a slightly snapping tone. Just as Wendy was about to make up for it, her phone vibrated.

Mark Tuan is calling….

            “I'll be out for a while.” Wendy rushes out of the room to answer Mark's call.

            Five minutes later, Wendy returned to the room with a fairly irregular roar of breath. He then sat back down and sipped the almost cold camomile tea.

            “Do you know Professor Eric Sohn?”

            “She was found dead this morning in her apartment.”