“Did you find something, Yeong-Don?” Cha In-Cheol asked while leaning over his junior partner's shoulder.

However, Gu Yeong-Don could only shake his head. “No, Lieutenant. It's all too clean.”

“...Clean?”

“Yes.” Gu Yeong-Don groaned. “Starting from the CCTV cameras, we've swept the area for any clues but couldn't find a single fingerprint or a hair strand, Lieutenant. There wasn't a single trace or clue left behind on the scene.”

“Are you telling me not a single camera in that trail managed to capture something? How does that even make sense?! Are you implying that a ghost was responsible or something?”

“What can I do when the cameras really didn't capture anything, sir? After the victim entered the trail, she just magically vanished from the footage. And no one entered before her, too.”

“Son of a...” Cha In-Cheol plopped down on his chair. He wasn't disappointed by the lack of evidence. No, it was just that this turn of events had confirmed that an even worse crisis was about to fall on his lap.

“Lieutenant, this crime is pretty much a carbon copy of the last one. I think it's safe to assume that we have a serial killer on our hands.”

“...Which means there's a rough ride waiting for us.”

A serial killer was on the loose in one of South Korea's safest neighborhoods. It didn't take a genius to imagine that not just the media, but even the higher-ups would grill them nonstop as if the poor cops were slabs of juicy roast pork or something.

Obviously, Cha In-Cheol would still...