"Officer Kim, please take Detective Lee to the evidence room. I want him to have a look at something."
Lee followed Kim down a long hallway and into a large room filled with shelves and cabinets. Kim led him to a corner of the room, where a stack of boxes sat on a table.
"This is what Executive Eun wanted you to see," Kim said, gesturing to the boxes.
Lee frowned, then approached the table and began to open the boxes. Inside, he found stacks of photographs, crime scene reports, and other evidence related to the murders. As he sifted through the files, he felt a chill run down his spine.
"These are all related to the murders?" he asked, looking up at Kim.
Kim nodded grimly. "Yes, sir. All of them."
Lee felt a knot form in his stomach. The sheer volume of evidence was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but feel like they were missing something crucial.
"We need to go through all of this," he said, gesturing to the boxes. "Every detail, every report, every piece of evidence. We need to find the missing link."
Kim nodded in agreement, then led Detective Lee out of the evidence room and Attorney Yuna back to the main hallway.
As they approached Executive Eun's office, Lee felt a surge of determination. He knew that they were running out of time, that the killer could strike again at any moment. But he was also confident that he and his team could crack the case, that they could solve the mystery of these murders and bring the killer to justice.
Officer Kim noticed Attorney Yuna's serious demeanor and decided to lighten the mood with a joke. "Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything," he said, chuckling to himself.
Detective Lee laughed at the joke, but Attorney Yuna didn't find it amusing. "I'm sorry, Officer Kim, but I don't have time for jokes. We have a lot of work to do," she said, not even cracking a smile.
Officer Kim was taken aback by Attorney Yuna's reaction. He didn't expect her to be so serious all the time. He tried to make small talk with Detective Lee, but the detective was also preoccupied with the case.
As they sat in the couch waiting to discuss the plan, Detective Lee noticed that Attorney Yuna was nervous. He leaned over and whispered, "Don't worry, Yuna. We'll get through this together."
Attorney Yuna smiled at Detective Lee, grateful for his support. "Thanks, Lee. I couldn't do this without you."
Officer Kim watched the exchange between Detective Lee and Attorney Yuna and felt left out. He decided to make another attempt at humor. "Why did the tomato turn red? Because it saw the salad dressing!" he said, laughing uncontrollably.
Detective Lee and Attorney Yuna exchanged a glance, wondering why Officer Kim was trying so hard to be funny. They couldn't afford to be distracted by jokes at a time like this.
During a break, Detective Lee pulled Attorney Yuna aside and said, "Yuna, I think Officer Kim is trying to help, but he doesn't know how to express himself. Maybe we should talk to him and find out what's going on."
Attorney Yuna nodded in agreement. She realized that she had been too focused on the case and had not paid attention to Officer Kim's attempts to lighten the mood.
As the sun sets over the sprawling city, Detective Lee, Attorney Yuna and Officer Kim gather together to discuss their latest findings in the mystery of Mr. Johnson. The air is thick with tension and suspicion as each group presents their evidence against the wealthy businessman, Mr. Johnson
They has been working tirelessly for months to gather information about the maids in Mr. Johnson's house. They have interviewed each of the maids extensively and have found that they all have something in common - they have all had a run-in with Mr. Johnson in the past.
Detective Lee, Attorney Yuna, and Officer Kim arrived at the house of Mr. Johnson in the middle of the night. They had been investigating a string of murders in the area, and they had received a tip that Mr. Johnson might be involved.
As they approached the front door, they saw that it was slightly ajar. Detective Lee drew his gun and motioned for the others to be quiet. They crept inside, scanning the darkened rooms for any signs of movement.
But the house was silent. There was no sign of Mr. Johnson or anyone else. Detective Lee frowned. This was not what he had expected.
He turned to Yuna and Kim. "Split up," he said quietly. "Search the house. See if you can find anything that might help us."
The three of them fanned out, moving cautiously through the rooms. Yuna headed upstairs, while Kim went to investigate the basement. Detective Lee stayed on the main floor, checking the living room, dining room, and kitchen.
As he was examining the kitchen, he heard a noise. It was faint, but he was sure he had heard something. He froze, listening intently. But there was no sound now. He shrugged it off and continued his search.
Meanwhile, Yuna had reached the second floor. She checked the bedrooms, but they were all empty. She was about to move on when she noticed a door that was slightly ajar. She pushed it open and found herself in a small study.
There was a desk against one wall, and a bookcase against another. Yuna walked over to the bookcase and began to scan the titles. Most of them were legal texts, but one caught her eye. It was called "The love of my life."
She pulled the book from the shelf and began to flip through the pages.
Yuna’s heart raced as she flipped through the pages of the book, unable to believe what she was seeing. It was the same book as her mother. Her mother had never mentioned writing a book, let alone a romantic novel.
She wondered if this was some kind of joke or if her mother had kept this secret from her for all these years.
As Yuna continued reading, she became engrossed in the story of two people who were deeply in love, but had to overcome numerous obstacles to be together. The characters were complex and flawed, but ultimately their love prevailed. Yuna found herself drawn into the story, unable to put the book down.
But as she neared the end of the book, Yuna realized that there was more to this story than just a work of fiction. There were too many similarities between the characters and events in the book and her own life.
Yuna couldn’t believe it. Was it possible that her mother had been keeping this secret from her for all these years? And if so, why? What was her mother trying to hide?
But before she could get very far, she heard a sound behind her. She spun around, her heart racing, and found herself face to face with one of Mr. Johnson's maids.
The maid looked frightened. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Yuna tried to calm her down. "We're investigating some murders in the area," she said. "We're looking for Mr. Johnson. Do you know where he is?"
The maid shook her head. "I don't know anything," she said. "Please, just leave the house now."