It Was The Chicken
“Alright, you all ready to investigate a crime scene?”
Jisung tilted his head like a puppy to a trick command, “I think that was a little too...”
“Enthusiastic,” Jeongin finished his sentence as if it were his own. Han nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, that. Too Enthusiastic.”
“Well, shouldn’t we be excited?” Bang Chan pouted half heartedly, puckering his lips in a frown.
“There are different types of exciting. Happy excited, nervous excited, ect.,” Seungmin chirped, counting the kinds he stated with his fingers, hitting them on his other palm as he pointed.
“Okay, let’s just go. We have a crime scene to get to.”
The squad cars came to a stop as they parked in all sorts of places around a ten story apartment building that you would have imagined looked like a gingerbread house if you were still a little kid. Bang Chan lead the search team up to where it was reported that a murder took place the night before.
The room was quaint, with the stereotypical layout of a living room with a leather coated couch in front of a 12 inch flat-screen TV leading to the kitchen which was combined with the dining room. The bedroom was somewhere off to the side down a short hallway with only two doors leading to the bedroom and one into the bathroom.
There was a gaping hole in the front of the apartment next to the door. Han was temped to enter the room through the hole, Jeongin pulled him through the door like a civilized person.
The eight of them gawked at the large blunder of the wall. The silence was broken when Changbin called everyone to the kitchen, “I found the body you guys.”
“Looking by the state of the room and the body,” Felix began, “there wasn’t a struggle involved I don’t believe,” He looked over at Bang Chan who smiled and nodded gently. Felix silently cheered for himself as he looked back at the victim.
Han knelt down next to the victim and wiped cotton swabs and gauze over his face, neck, shoulders and arms. He stood up and went to another forensic specialist and handed him the samples. He took them accordingly and left the room to take them back to the station to be processed. Han proceeded to stride back over to the others, rubbing his hands together as if he were washing them.
“Well, either he loved chicken scented aftershave or he was beat up with his dinner.”
Seungmin glanced over in Han’s direction, feeling no shame as he gave him the what-the-actual-f*ck-are-you-talking-about look. Han smiled on impulse, immediately dropping his lips as he met Seungmin’s wicked stare.
“It was chicken grease and other spices on his cheeks. I promise I’m not joking around.”
Seungmin shrugged and looked over at Bang Chan, who was lining the dining room with police tape and tying it off to one of the chairs, “Detective Bang, I don’t suppose you think that it was indeed the chicken?”
Chan only sighed and glanced up at Seungmin, “I wasn’t here when it happened, but I think it might be safe to assume that the victims dinner was not the one who roughed this fellow up.”
Jeongin perked and lifted his finger, ready to object, “Unless he choked.”
Han was the only one who burst out laughing. The others just turned to their work again, looking for more evidence and signs of foul play.
“So tell me,” Han started, folding his arms as he spoke to Seungmin, “Why is the hole in the shape of a heart?”
He looked up at the gaping wound in the wall, realizing the shape shortly after his co-worker, “Huh... that’s weird... Hey, Bang Chan?”
Chan left where he was instructing Felix and strode over to Han and Seungmin, looking up as he did so, “What’s up?”
“The hole is in a shape of a heart,” Han clarified, watching Chan as he examined it. Seungmin looked in the same direction, still baffled at the strange shape of the hole.
“How curious,” He stared at it still, tracing it with his gaze. His hands rested on his hips, holding his used latex gloves in his left hand.
“Lover’s quarrel, maybe?”
“Not likely. They would have been caught. I don’t think that the sounds of UR-UH-UR-UH or CHK-CHK-VRRRRRRRRRR are very unnoticeable,” Han added to the conversation, charading the actions as he made the sounds of construction.
“Ooookay? So then... What made this hole?”
It was silent. The only sound that was heard were several other forensic specialists in the background, collecting samples of everything the victim could have touched before death.
“Bang Chan,” Felix called, his thick Australian accent swimming in his voice as it leapt through the air and into everyone’s ears, grabbing their attention. He stopped walking towards them and held his fingers together in an awkward position, sealing and unsealing the plastic forensic bag he had in his hand, “Uh... We found something.”
Bang Chan nodded at Felix and turned to everyone, letting them know that the conversation was on hold. He walked over to the junior detective and inhaled deeply. He was slightly confused when he smelled a sweet scent until he realized it was Felix’s cologne.
“What do you have for me?”
“We found this underneath the table,” he began as the two of them squatted down to look below. There was a bright green ball of fuzz laying limp on the rug. It had appendages that appeared as though they acted as limbs.
“Is that a simjang jwi**?"
**Heart pest**
"I believe so."
"Did he have an infestation?"
"I don't think so. We can't find any at the moment, anyway."
Bang Chan rested his chin in his hand, thinking to himself. Felix watched his eyes as they opened the doors to the gears turning in his head. He loved to watch this part of the job.
"Take it back to the station with us," He began, "I'm starting to think that Han's chicken theory might not be as far off as we initially thought."
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There’s a cinematic softness to your writing, the way you describe light, time, or even silence makes it all feel tangible. The recent chapter had such emotional gravity that it honestly left me speechless for a moment. You’ve managed to craft something that’s both delicate and powerful, like a memory that refuses to fade. Every word feels painted, not just written.