Lee Jun-Seo

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█ AUXILIARY PERSONNEL FILE: Lee Jun-Seo

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[ TW: Murder, Su***de, Grief]

"Inspector Lee Jun-Seo," he flashed a badge. "What have you got for me, lieutenant?"

The policeman gave a firm salute, then stepped sideways to allow the entourage to pass. Inspector Lee and Inspector Choi Mi-sun stepped forward. Behind them, the throngs of onlookers and passersby thickened, drawn by the reflective police lines Llke moths to a flame. The trio entered the apartment building in one of the wealthier Seoul neighborhoods.

"Lover's spat seems like. Neighbors heard shouting, then three gunshots followed by a fourth. Police were called and two bodies were found." The officer led them to an apartment being combed over by crime scene specialists and policemen alike.

"Park Min-Jun, 28. Three bullets to the chest. Basically drowned in his own blood." He pointed to the body of the victim sprawled against the floor, chest covered in dried blood with three foci of entry.

"Kang Iseul, 26. Gunshot to the head. Self-inflicted seems like."
The woman's body was slumped against a chair with a pistol in her right hand, brains and blood splattered against the adjacent wall.

"Neighbors say they've been having financial trouble lately. One of them said the woman suspected the man was cheating on her."

Lee frowned and approached the body. Taking the flashlight from his belt, he shined a light at the stiffened co**se, alternating between the disheveled head and the murder weapon, then to the pattern of blood splatter on the wall. He noted the caliber of the weapon, the curl of the fingertips, and the overall state of the body.

"Is something wrong, inspector?" Inspector Choi chimed in.

"This wasn't a su***de, detective. This woman was murdered."
The officer was taken aback, but Lee beckoned him to come closer all the same.

"Sure it may seem like a crime of passion at first glance, but the killer took great pains to make it look like one. Look at the wound, detective. If you put a gun up to your head and pull the trigger, you'd see burn marks and a small portal of entry. This woman doesn't have the concentric burns a discharge of this caliber would cause. The direction of that blood on the wall is all wrong. She was shot from afar and the gun was planted in her hand to make it look like a su***de."

"My God. You're right."
His eyes darted towards the wound and the gun, and he was inclined to agree.

"Of course I am."
Lee smirked proudly.

"Alright, alright," the Inspector Choi chimed in. "Secure the perimeter. I want everyone in this apartment complex canvassed. I want all CCTV footage on my desk as soon as possible. And trace the man's phone records. I want to know who this bastard was accused of cheating with."

When all was said and done, Inspector Choi pulled him aside and congratulated him for the keen observation.

"Good eye, kid." The older man nodded. "They don't call you the Wolf of Busan for nothing. I'll handle things here. Go home to your girl. She needs you right now."

There was a pat on the back both literal and figurative.

"And give her my condolences. Losing a parent isn't easy. When's the funeral going to be?"

"Two days from now, once they get all the nitty gritty sorted."

"Thanks Inspector,"
Lee nodded and walked off.

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"Honey, I'm home..."
The door slowly opened and a head of black peeked in with apprehension. Lee locked the door behind him and slowly made his way to the living room where the soft sounds of a television drama drowned the silence. He would walk in and find his girlfriend asleep on the couch like he always did. And then she would stir, wipe the sleep from her eyes and greet him.

When he rounded the corner, there was no one in sight. The television had been left open and a few papers had been strewn here and there.

"Yang Sun-Young," he called, but there was no answer.

Lee picked up one of the papers and looked at it. A strange selection of articles involving blacklisted companies, references to some hidden project, and a hastily scribbled notes of what looked like license plate numbers. It wasn't unusual for his girlfriend to delve into such research in her work as a journalist, but this one seemed too obsessive and haphazard.

"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Sun-Young screamed from the hallway. She ran up to him and snatched the paper from his hand forcefully, then proceeded to gather the rest sprawled all over the sofa.

". . ."

"I'm sorry," she managed to slip out.

"You scared the s**t out of me, Sun-Young" Lee looked on, then approached her from behind and touched her arm. "Look, I know it's been rough on you these last few days. If you want to talk about it, I'm here."

"Thank you, Jun," she paused. "But really... there's nothing to worry about. Listen, I'm gonna go out for a bit. Get some fresh air, you know."

"Great, I'll come with!"

"NO!"
A flat refusal.

"I mean, no. I want to be alone for a bit. You stay here and watch TV. I know you're tired and all that."

Before he could utter a rebuttal, Yang Sun-Young with papers in tow quickly made her way to the front door and slammed the door behind her.

Little did Lee know that this was but the start of many strange behaviors from his girlfriend. Back then, he thought that it was all part of the grieving process. Soon her paranoia would take escalate and she would seclude herself more and more until the eventual breaking point. There would be no going back once they passed the threshold.

"Yang Sun-Young... You..."
The drama on the television continued play out, and the images of that day's crime scenes popped back into his mind for a fleeting moment.

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆?

He would ask himself this question every single day.

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The team, in spite of the odd disappearance of the carvings, continue to undertake appropriate tasks to excavate the hidden caves.

At this point, all team members are present and accounted for, with Jean Dupont recovering from his minor injury, and a notable tension from the strange occurance.

The following is a record of the events spanning February 24-25.2017.

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