I upgrade alone

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After arresting the prisoners for a whole day, Li Shihuan, who was exhausted, fell asleep on the table.

blah blah.

Cheng Jin-Woo stopped his hand that was typing the report, and turned his gaze to Lee Se-hwan, who was sleeping soundly from exhaustion.

'He even caught an armed robber with his bare hands, which is worth teaching. '

It's been a long time since meeting such a useful kid, Cheng Jin-Woo couldn't help but smile.

"hey-hey."

The prisoner sitting opposite Cheng Jin-Woo looked at Cheng Jin-Woo's smile and thought the atmosphere had eased, so he laughed too.

The moment he laughed, Cheng Jin-Woo's expression immediately changed back to a serious one.

"......why are you laughing?"

"No, I'm very sorry."

"Then, next..."

Cheng Jin-Woo put his hands on the keyboard again.

"My lord, we should leave this kind of chore to our soldiers..."

Jagrit's voice came from the shadow.

It is actually more convenient to let the shadow soldiers do it.

There is no need to teach newcomers how to catch criminals, as long as thousands of shadow soldiers are released, country H can be cleaned up.

But what about the fear and confusion that ensued?

What should I do?

To maintain the original balance of the world.

So in order not to cause chaos to the society, Cheng Jin-Woo limited the use of his power as much as possible.

In this way, he handled the work calmly.

Just when he was about to finish all the chores, Cheng Jin-Woo heard a voice from a corner of the office.

"Mr. Interpol, Xiaoya is definitely not the kind of person who would commit suicide."

"No, I also know how you feel as a friend, but like I said, all the evidence..."

"Look, look at this message! Does it look like it was sent by someone who is going to kill himself in three hours?"

"what......"

It should be because the deceased's name and his sister's name are too similar, Cheng Jin-Woo has been very concerned about the conversation between these two people from just now.

The overtired detective grew impatient.

"I said, the friend of the deceased? An impulsive suicide is better than a planned suicide..."

"May I take a look?"

The detective was taken aback by Cheng Jin-Woo who came over suddenly.

The criminal police of the serious crime team, all of them can judge whether the other party has committed a crime just by looking at the other party's eyes.

But even these detectives couldn't perceive his approach, so it seemed understandable to be called a "ghost".

"Cheng Cheng..."

The detective looked at Cheng Jin-Woo in embarrassment, and then turned his gaze back.

It seemed that hope was rekindled on the face of the friend of the deceased.

'ah......'

The detective who felt that his situation was a bit embarrassing quietly called Cheng Jin-Woo out.

He handed over relevant materials to Cheng Jin-Woo.

"Cheng Criminal Police, don't embarrass me..."

He did not respond to the senior's request.

Cheng Jin-Woo's eyes gradually turned cold as he began to look through the documents.

Just when the criminal policeman was about to light a cigarette, he felt the aura emanating from Cheng Jin-Woo's body, and quickly took a step back.

'It's like being a different person when you're so focused...'

The policeman hastily took a long puff of cigarettes, as if to calm his fast-paced heartbeat.

The woman who was found dead in the bathtub died of blood loss from a wound on her wrist.

The wrist knife was also found in the bathroom and, as expected, no fingerprints of anyone other than the deceased were found on it.

The deceased, who usually seemed very cheerful, was actually a depressed patient.

After reviewing the investigation report, it is indeed difficult to draw conclusions other than suicide.

Seong Jin-Woo returned the file to the detective.

"Nothing weird."

"Yes, right?"

For some reason, the criminal police accepted the file happily.

"but."

"but......?"

The criminal policeman vaguely predicted what he would answer after the "but", and his expression changed accordingly.

"I'll check again."

"what......"

The ghost smells the scent.

Seong Jin-Woo walked over to the friend of the deceased who was waiting anxiously.

Looking at his back, the policeman couldn't help thinking.

'Won't he even feel tired?'

The friend of the deceased still hung his head uneasily.

"I'm detective Seong Jin-Woo. Would you please talk to me?"

When she heard Cheng Jin-Woo's voice, she quickly raised her head.

Although the expression on her face was mixed with sadness and joy, she still nodded vigorously.

"it is good!"

***

In an empty room with no owner, a black shadow floated up.

It's Cheng Jin-Woo.

For a woman who lives alone, this apartment is a bit larger, and the atmosphere of her life is still everywhere in the apartment.

Late at night.

It was pitch black, but he didn't need any light.

Because to Seong Jin-Woo, it was no different from daytime.

Seong Jin-Woo found the bathroom where she died last.

The bathroom that has not been cleaned is filled with the strong smell of blood and water.

Cheng Jin-Woo stood at the place where the deceased decided to die, and looked down at the bathtub.

Looking at the blood stains that stained his surroundings red, he seemed to be able to feel the pain experienced by the deceased.

but.

He can only imagine it, and can't really feel the pain.

Why did the deceased choose to die? How painful is it at the moment of death?

The living cannot know.

'Maybe......'

Cheng Jin-Woo lowered his body and observed the bloodstain carefully, and then remembered the message that the deceased sent to his friend before his death.

That message was filled with the anticipation of seeing a friend soon.

As the friend said, these are not words that a man who is ready to die can say.

Maybe it's just that the friend doesn't want to believe the truth...

Because that friend believed it.

She would not choose death alone without saying goodbye to herself.

Indeed, the living have no way of knowing what the dead are trying to say.

Maybe, this is just maybe.

However, Cheng Jin-Woo had a way to hear the voice of the dead.

'Just... need the body of the dead...'

Under Cheng Jinyu's instruction, the blood that had solidified began to flow slowly to the surroundings.

The bloodstains that had dried up gathered together and gradually formed a blood clot.

Just like having life, those blood clots continue to proliferate and reproliferate.