Kim Su-jin couldn't shake the feeling that there was something off about the old man. Desperation in his voice, Su-jin explained, "Lee Cha-yeong was brutally murdered. They took her organs and discarded her like trash near this very place. Please, if you noticed anything strange around your house at 11 pm last night, help us."
The old man, visibly shaken, stared at the wall, tears welling up. In a trembling voice, he muttered, "They did the same to her."
Perplexed, Su-jin pressed, "Who did this?"
Nervous and agitated, the old man brandished a large gun, demanding, "Get out of my house. I don't want anyone here!"
Deep in thought, Su-jin returned to the crime scene. The encounter haunted him as he examined Lee Cha-yeong's photo, revealing bruises on her neck and body. Hours passed in contemplation until a call from the forensic team brought an unexpected revelation – an unknown substance on her body. The investigation took a sharp turn, and Kim Su-jin realized the case was far more intricate than he had initially perceived.
Kim Su-jin confided in a friend from the forensic team about the bruises on Lee Cha-yeong's body. The response was chilling – they were old, likely signs of marriage abuse.
Determined to confront the truth, Su-jin staked out Lee Cha-yeong's house, patiently waiting for her husband. Spotting him stumbling down the street in a drunken haze, Su-jin intercepted him at the doorstep.
"Detective Kim!" Lee Cha-yeong's husband slurred, unaware of the storm brewing.
Inside the house, Su-jin seized him, fingers tightening around his neck. "Guess what we found? Bruises on your wife's body."
Wide-eyed, the husband stammered, "From the kidnappers, maybe!" Nervousness echoed in his shaky voice.
"No, wrong answer! Maybe I'll give you another chance." Su-jin's grip intensified.
Coughing under the pressure, the husband, in a scared voice, pleaded, "Sir, I didn't do anything."
Kim Su-jin, unyielding, retorted, "You were hitting and abusing her. Now, you tremble like a little baby facing another man. Seems you're quite adept at hitting ladies." The room hung heavy with tension as the interrogation unfolded.