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15

Jeonghan had to go back to work, so here he was, again, busy.

Today, he was supposed to interview one of the victims' close friends.

Who happened to come in 20 minutes late.

"Arrogant," Jeonghan thought.
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The door opened slowly.

"Yoon Jeonghan?"

"Yes. You're very late, sir. "

"I-i am sorry, it's that there was a traffic jam,"

"Hmm, I see.
Have a seat, please....

So you know why you're here. I am gonna ask you some questions. You're just gonna answer, honestly. Remember, anything you say can and will be used against you and anyone involved. Use your words wisely."

"I got it,"

"What's your name?"

"Eh...Choi Yeonjun"

"Age?"

"21"

"What was your relationship with Wan like?"

"We were childhood best friends. He and I were almost inseparable. We spent every summer vacation together in our shared beach house. He was like my twin brother."

"Oh, I see, his passing must have affected you a lot. I am sorry to hear that."

"You shouldn't be apologizing. The person that should is the bastard that killed him."

"Well, don't worry, I will find that person."

"Please avenge him for me,"

"You can trust me, but I have one more question."

"Go ahead."

"Did Wan have enemies? Like bullies, or did he ever bully anyone. Had a fight with someone?

"There was a guy he fought with once. A few months ago. It was pretty serious. I don't know his name, but he was around the same age as you. "

"Oh, I see. Well, if you find out anything, let me know."
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Jeonghan was about to exit the building when he saw a figure standing in front of the exit.

"Oh shit"