Chapter 9 · free to read
23:07. Four blocks of Yeouido went dark for nineteen minutes, and when the lamps came up there was an eighth one.
Same posing. Same knot. Same candle. And an alibi for the suspect that was eleven days long and made of concrete.
The eighth victim was not on the roster. He was the registrar who had lodged the eighth key in a deposit box in 2019.
He looked at it for forty seconds before he spoke, and what he said reorganised the entire case for the second time in a week.
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