"Sit down, please." Junmyeon continued, brandishing his hand towards an empty, pathetic armchair.
He seemed almost... full of himself, Chanyeol noted. That itself could be taken advantage of. It was clear that he wasn't the one in charge, that was definite... Chanyeol almost laughed as he collapsed into said chair; Junmyeon wanted to catch the killer, not for justice, but for his own furtherment in the field... He was going to make a ruthless opponent.
Yixing cleared his throat, gaining the blonde's attention, the latter looking up at him, despite being taller, with an innocent gaze. It seemed to make the pale raven falter for a moment, enticing a small smirk to amass on Chanyeol's face. In less than a minute he had discovered each of the officer's weaknesses.
"We are going to start by asking you where you were at the time of deaths, spanning from the first victim at 6:30pm, to the final victim at 4:40am." Yixing stated, making Chanyeol hum in response.
Does Baekhyun not get any sleep? Well, now the he thought about it, he couldn't really picture the elder ever sleeping. He was too... unnatural.
"I was here, in my apartment." The blonde began. "I went to sleep at around ten and slept though the night. However, please understand that I have no alibi for this statement, as I live alone, so you'll have to trust me." He grinned, emitting inescapable warmth into the icy, winter room.
That statement alone seemed to please Yixing, the policeman allowing a content smile to grace his frozen features, melted by the blonde's false kindness. "We understand completely, you are not a rarity in our investigation, Mr Park."
One down, two to go.
"If I may." Junmyeon interrupted. "I'd like to ask you something. Please do not take offence in any way." He asked, leaning forward.
"Of course." Chanyeol drawled, smirking.
Junmyeon coughed, blinking haphazardly. "According to your statement, you went to sleep at 'around 10' meaning you were fully conscious for the entirety of the first murder... Your very own neighbour." He paused. "Do you not think it is slightly odd that you didn't notice anything with such thin walls?" He queried, brow furrowing.
Seriously? This guy was just blindly pulling at strings in hopes that Chanyeol would just give up and confess. Ahahaha~ he wasn't giving up that easily.
"Forgive me but, I'm sure that with the sheer amount of killings that have occurred in the past three months, my situation has happened before, I mean, the murderer does like to pick and choose at random." Chanyeol mused, tapping at his lips. "Surely it isn't so 'odd' for me to not to hear anything." He cutely tilted his head, light, soft hair stroking across his brow.
Bullseye. Junmyeon chuffed in agitation, sitting back, defeated, not caring to mask his bitter glare. How unprofessional.
Likewise, Chanyeol also leant back, relishing in the feeling of victory. That feeling was all he had ever truly wanted... But his enjoyment was cut short by a tall, stone-faced policeman finally deciding to speak up;
"Chanyeol." He called out, making the man glance over, a single eyebrow raised. "I must ask; the lipstick stain that I noticed upon your left cheek when I entered your home this morning, who did it belong to?" He asked. "According to your statement, you were confirmed alone from 6:30pm onwards, and then, at 10pm, you went to sleep, so the mark would have had a high chance of wiping off... if you are potent to tossing and turning in your sleep, that is. Additionally, a short time after we entered your home, you excused yourself, and, if I remember correctly, you told us you had just woken up, eliminating any chances of an early morning rendezvous." He explained. "I don't want to suspect you Chanyeol but you must admit; there is a hole in your story."
