The support team? The news of the search and seizure must have reached Kim Yujun’s ears. Since they were such vicious individuals, it was unknown what kind of tricks they might pull.

“This is annoying.”

Uneasy about the possibility of evidence being confiscated, Jiho openly expressed his dissatisfaction. The situation suddenly became urgent.

“Inspector Ahn, Chief Kim. Please load what we have compiled into the car quickly.”

“Shall we come back up?”

“No! Head straight to the office.”

After finishing up the study to some extent, Jiho divided the personnel. Half of them moved the piled-up boxes, and the other half searched the remaining rooms.

“Three of you will take charge of the bedroom and veranda. Director Jung and I will handle the kitchen and laundry room.”

Jiho intentionally shouted loudly so that the lawyer could hear everything. This way, even if crucial evidence came out, it would be a discovery of the entire house, not an insider tip.

“No, didn’t you say the support team is coming?”

“People who are busy with their own tasks, let’s each do our job and meet later, okay?”

As Jiho gestured, the employees scattered. The lawyer, who was keeping an eye on things, stealthily moved toward the bedroom. Only after confirming that the troublemaker had disappeared did Jiho start searching with the investigators.

He opened all the cabinet doors and took out everything inside. Instant rice and ramen, various types of alcohol, and expensive glasses.

As expected, there was no significant income. Yes, the floor. Hadn’t Ms. La Jin mentioned looking at the floor?

Jiho loosened his tie and threw off his jacket. Rolling up his sleeves, he picked up a spoon. Then, he lay flat in front of the sink.

“Inspector, what are you doing?”

Jiho smiled broadly at the surprised employee.

“I’ve been bothered by this floor since earlier. Could you help me a bit?”

When Jiho tapped the floor with a spoon, the bewildered employee imitated the same posture. Both stopped tapping simultaneously after a while.

“Inspector, is there a strange sound here?”

“Indeed. Please step back for a moment.”

Having secured space, Jiho hit the long sink floor mop holder with his fist. The long board that was neatly fixed fell over with a loud noise.

The dark sink floor, like snowflakes falling, was scattered with white dust.

“Hey, do you see that?”

A long finger pointed to one place. As if someone had swept only one side of the house’s front like clearing snow. Oh! Jiho looked briefly at the investigator making noise before taking out a Swiss knife from his pocket.

When he inserted the knife into the thin seam of the floor, a clear sound echoed as the floor lifted.

“What were you hiding here.”

The floor, the thickness of a woman’s arm, there, a large hand was inserted vertically. In Jiho’s hand, a small box wrapped in plastic was felt when he squeezed the rustling plastic.

Is it a USB?
It wasn’t just one or two. The sensation on the palm made Jiho’s eyes sharply gleam. The anticipation rose insanely, as if he had found the best thing in a treasure hunt.

Without even getting up, Jiho quickly turned his gaze towards the bedroom. Perhaps thinking there would be nothing special in the kitchen, the lawyer was bouncing around in the bedroom.

“Why are you flipping that over?”

“Don’t complain and step aside.”

“Even if the suspect is in custody. It’s not right to invade someone’s privacy like this!”

Through the slightly open door, the noisy scuffle was vivid. A lawyer who was assisting in the search like this. The lawyer’s single-minded dedication to one place, driven by an extreme sentiment for the client, was surprising. Well, all of this must be thanks to hiring such a lawyer by O Jong-hyuk.

“Let’s secure this evidence first.”

Jiho, heaving a sigh of relief, put the evidence he had just found into an evidence bag and stabbed it into his pants pocket.

7 a.m.

Before the provocateurs sent by Kim Yujun arrived, they had to secure as much evidence as possible. In this search and seizure today, not a single piece of paper could be overlooked.

“I’ll go to the laundry room.”

Jiho plunged his hand deep into the left pants pocket. Then, he tightly gripped the rustling evidence. He opened the laundry room door with a clack.

―I found it while doing laundry. The drainage in front of the washing machine is fake.

The real water drains out from the back, and what you see in front is a fake hose, right? Jiho casually tapped the elephant trunk-shaped hose with his foot. Although it looked perfect externally, it was undoubtedly fake as it wobbled weakly.

Without hesitation, Jiho sat down on the floor. He inserted the tip of the Swiss knife into the square drain cover.

Half-opened silver drain, Jiho’s pupils shook violently as he peered inside.

Even footsteps have emotions. Soft and gentle when in a good mood, hurried when anxious, and pounding when angry. With a thud and a clatter, the front door swung open.

“Sister!”

“Haeun!”

“Who’s that man outside?”

“Kim Yujun sent him instead of the manager.”