The Wrongest Right

CHAPTER 6

Park Chaeyoung walked inside the room and Gong Yoo greeted her warmly. "Miss Park have a seat. For you we have a picnic." 

Chaeyoung raised an eyebrow sitting down at the table containing cakes, snacks and other assortments. "While you made poor Lalisa suffer cramped quarters. I see..choose the best location to extract the truth from each suspect. Put the person off balance. Clever."

Gong Yoo smiled, amused by her bluntness. "Will you write down your full name and address please?"

"A pale move by the way. Lalisa told me you asked the colour of her dressing gown." Once she had written down her details, Gong Yoo looked at them. 

"Thank you. I see...Roseanne Park Chaeyoung. Do you ever go by Roseanne?"

"A constant Chaeyoung when I am not employed as Miss Park. And I am left-handed. Unusual I know. You musn't have your theory fixed if you are testing my handwriting."

"What did you think of the dead man?"

"Um..I can't say I did think about him. Don't quite see the point of your question."

"Oh forgive me Miss, my-my little originalities....Human nature is perverse in its complexity. To plumb it, it takes the right tools."

"These are toys, not tools, Mr Gong Yoo. I prefer you put them away."

"The direct method? Okay then. You knew the doctor beforehand. Dr Park Jimin?"

"No."

"But such instant attraction?" Chaeyoung looked away.

"We are not in North Korea, Miss Park. There are no laws against what you may feel."

"Nor are there laws against silence, of which I hold my......" She paused then spoke abruptly. "I've never been to North Korea." She got up and so did Gong Yoo.

"Perhaps I may ask about some words I overheard. You and the stranger, Park Jimin are closer than strangers might be. You said, 'It will all be over soon.' What did you mean?"

"You think I meant murder?" she asked incredulously. "To a man with a hammer, every problem is a nail. You live crime. You see evil every day."

"Not so," Gong Yoo said looking at Chaeyoung. "I see enough crime to know that the criminal act is the anomaly. I believe it takes a fracture of the soul to murder another human being. So I ask again, what did you mean?"

"As we established earlier, there are no laws against my silence," she said, the eye contact never wavering.

"Very well," he nodded. "You may go now."

Kim Jennie was sitting in front of him and as usual she was glaring at him. "Well then, Mr Detective. What are you waiting for?"

"Yes, Miss Kim. Were you ever acquainted with a Kim family uh.. Kim Su-an, Kim Ji-eun and Colonel Kim Junmyeon?"

(AN:-Let's all just pretend Jennie is a princess [though not very well known] in this fanfiction.)

Jennie took a while before she answered, "They endured an unspeakable tragedy. I admired Kim Ji-eun's mother. Kim Taeyeon, the actress and singer. A once-a-century talent. She was to turn to directing. She would have pulled it off were it not for the tragedy."

"And this Kim Taeyeon, she is dead?"

"She might as well be, she no longer leaves her home." Then after hesitating she added, "Su-an was my goddaughter and Ji-eun was my cousin. I guess sometimes you gotta lose somebody just to find you really love someone. It's a very very mad world."

He could see that she was blinking away tears and once she caught him observing her she glared and that was enough for him to avert his gaze. "I don't see how this relates to our problem, Detective."

"The man killed last night, his true name wasn't Kang Daniel, it was Byun Baekhyun. The murderer of the little girl Su-an." Jennie dilated her eyes while still glaring if that was even possible.

"I see. I admit I know this family and now this man is dead. The coincidence must seem unbearable."

"You may be permitted a coincidence. Now what did you do last night after dinner?"

"After dinner, I came to bed and read for a while. Then at 2 am I woke up suddenly and called the other floor manager for some tea"

"The other floor manager..you mean Jungkook?"

"Ani, not the Jungshook dude. Some other guy."

Gong Yoo's eyes widened, "Please come with me Madam."

They both walked down the corridor where Jungkook was sitting on his chair. "Are you sure you did not see him?"

"I am certain. The other dude was a midget with a short beard."

"Miss Kim, there is no other floor manager."

"I know what I saw. I remember because he had a high pitched voice which was really annoying to the extent that I gripped his collar and told him to quit whining. Oh, and the uniform was exactly the same too."

"Though I suspect the uniform was missing one button. Jungkook, I need your master keycard immediately, we need to find a uniform and a red kimono."

(AN:-For anyone who might not remember the red kimono, check out chapter 3)

"Thousands of pairs of smelly socks, photographs, dressing gowns in every colour but red and still no contraband floor manager's uniform." Jackson ranted.

"Have we checked all the passengers' luggage?" asked Gong Yoo.

Jungkook answered, "All except for the Count and Countess Kim. It is forbidden to search their suitcases. They travel under diplomatic visas."

"Where else could it be?" Jackson asked.

Gong Yoo looked ahead slowly, "There is one last suitcase we have not checked. My own."

Jackson took out the suitcase under Gong Yoo's bed and checked inside. Sure enough, there was a red kimono stuffed there.

"The killer is mocking me. Good. His first mistake. And as the night must follow the day.....Excuse me Miss." They reached Jennie's room and Gong Yoo took out her blanket lying on her bed and unfolded it revealing the floor manager's uniform.

"It's not mine. Just told you about the other floor manager, didn't I? Why would I hide it in my room."

"You would not which makes your room the ideal place to hide it." Jackson, Gong Yoo and Jennie came out of the room and Gong Yoo kept the uniform close to him.

"I will be going now, Mr Detective. Don't disturb me again."

"Wait, Miss Kim." Gong Yoo called out. "Madam I saw you blinking your tears away in the lounge. So why do you always pretend that you are a cold person and you're always alright and strong?"

Jennie turned towards him and hesitated to speak looking at the floor. Then she looked up at him. "I guess, because.........A princess doesn't cry."