“Auu, Chae Nayun, you crazy idiot…”

She scorned herself and smacked her head. Her drowsiness completely disappeared after what she said to Kim Hajin.

“Uuuu… ah, wait.”

She suddenly recalled something she had to do while circling the room in embarrassment and video called Yoo Yeonha. Tuuu— Tuuu—

— Yeah, Nayun.

As expected, Yoo Yeonha quickly picked up. She usually slept only 3 hours a day and it was still only 1 A.M.

“Hey, Yeonha.”

— Why did you call? Why is your face so red?

Yoo Yeonha tilted her head and asked. That was how red Chae Nayun’s face was.

“Ah, it’s, it’s nothing.”

Chae Nayun frantically fanned herself.

“Here, here.”

She nonchalantly pushed her hair back and sent a file to Yoo Yeonha. [Tattoo.jpg] It was a piece of critical evidence. Yoo Yeonha opened the file.

— Tattoo? What is this?

“Evidence.”

— … Evidence?

Chae Nayun’s voice turned serious.

“Yeah, this tattoo was on the murderer’s arm.”

Yoo Yeonha also turned serious.

— Hmm…

A cross with a crescent above it like an umbrella. Yoo Yeonha carefully scrutinized the tattoo.

“Is, is it not that useful?” Chae Nayun asked without confidence.

— It’s not a conclusive piece of evidence, but it’s...