The DEVIL [JJK+KTH]

|8| The Devil's come to play

Chapter 8: The Devil's come to play

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Warning: mentions of death, corpses and abuse.

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Taehyung wasn't having a great day.

No.

Nothing was going right.

He had been lying awake the entire night, trying to pinpoint Geomjeongbaem and its notorious criminal mastermind- Shin, while desperately trying to rid himself of the new sets of nightmares that kept him from falling asleep.

Sure- sleep deprivation, made Taehyung hella grumpy.... but there was nothing more frustrating than to walk in and realise, your only lead to the case had wound up dead, with a classic drift-off-goodbye down Han River like some Viking ceremonial funeral- except without the boat or flowers or any of that glam.

Taehyung sighed, looking at the swollen up corpse, lying cold on the metal table with a white sheet hiding away his genitals.

The Amateur.

The body atleast seemed a day or two old- hardly recognizable anymore, with the swollen tissues and blackened blotches splayed all over his body.

His damp hair was murky brown, like pork broth in color, no longer harboring the vibrant light brown shade.

No longer vibrant.

He laid there cold.

Hong JooChan.

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Taehyung exhaled, closing the file and slowly tuning in back to Jin who was letting them on in the forensic details.

"...and the signs of abuse is quite evident- his left side is entirely in pieces- pelvis structure broken- left femur is snapped clean and his knee is completely shattered- dont even talk about his feet, its probably a bone soup in there." Jin grimaced with a suggestive rolls of his eyebrows.

"Our amateur was tortured to death- probably with some.. uh.. heavy weight object... like a slab of concrete being repeatedly rammed into half of his side."

"And the strangulation" Taehyung mumbled, his hands folded over his chest, as the clocks in his brain began ticking.

"Yep." Jin popped his lips, walking around the table "Guy had the worst luck in the century. Went to steal- but accidently murdered someone- then got rolled down into play-dough probably by some pissed maniac mafia leader and choked till his throat collapsed within for a double-tap to hell." Jin exhaled, teetering on his feet looking at the corpse on the table "and then tossed into Han River."

"Right" Taehyung licked his lips and clicking his tongue.

"Also- like I said, there's traces of concrete and metal in his wounds, but it'll be hard to acquire the exact composition, the water logged system pays no advantage here." Jin shrugged.

"Looks like I'll have to get back searching through dealers. They'd have an idea on Geomjeongbaem." Taehyung said, placing his hands on his waist.

He wasnt feeling hopeful with having to locate JooChan's car and the supplier of his gun- a classic CZ-75 with a 9×19mm caliber, that was carried by thousands within the city.

The odds weren't great- but Taehyung didn't have much choice... to get to Geomjeongbaem- he'd have to find JooChan's details. And the suspect, never being enrolled into the system- it was hard to find anything about the boy, other than his name from the facial recognition cams and the rough estimation of his age, from the forensic details.