Jeon Jungkook

unfastening Taehyung from the table, Jungkook sullenly throws him a folder with the dug up material What data do you have?

In the interrogation room, a young man sat at a table on the opposite side. His hands were handcuffed. His red hair was disheveled, and his eyes... in those eyes, emotions changed with furious speed. Taehyung was strange in general - deceptively self-confident and reckless in appearance, but in fact, smart and responsible. She was a paid private detective who had been in the interrogation room many times. However, this was the first time she was being considered as a suspect in a series of crimes...

A young man in a police uniform, five years older than him, entered the room. He was also a detective, but he did not work alone like Taehyung, but in the police.

• Well, Taehyung? - he, frowning slightly, pushed back the chair and sat opposite, folding his arms across his chest, - Speak, I'm listening.

“You know yourself that I’m not guilty, Jungkook.” The girl raised her hands, and then placed them on the table, clenching them into fists, “This is against my principles. Besides, if I were a serial killer, would people come to me for help?”

• I knew you'd say that, - he sighed, - Did you manage to dig up anything?

"I think I was close to solving the mystery. If your partners hadn't caught me earlier..." he continued, ignoring the policeman's indignant hiss ("Idiots!"), "then perhaps the case would have been solved."

• Idiots. - Jungkook cursed for the last time and exhaled, falling silent. Three minutes passed and he asked him one question, - So, Taeyeon, are we working together this time?

“I agree,” he smiled, shaking his lush mane of fiery hair.