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"Lee Cho Hee. Fourteen years old." said Jisoo, handing out the pictures. Wonwoo forced down the anger and disgust and looked at them. The same cuts, the same iron cord around her neck. Her eyes were removed again and...
"This is just wrong." He heard Jeonghan whisper.
"The victim's eyes were inserted into her ankles. We found her body in Yonsangyu Park, and like the other girls, she had been dead for a few days."
"And no clues? Fingerprints, witnesses, camera footage?" asked Wonwoo, ruffling his hair.
"Nothing. Don´t you think we were checking all the possibilities back then? And just for your information, in 1980, you probably hadn't even been planned yet. At that time, we didn't have tracking options. Large-scale camera coverage was only possible in large public places. To avoid fingerprints, people wore gloves back then. Today's network of surveillance options was still a dream of the future back then. Hell, even catching dead mutants' visions was not only unwise, it was advised against. There wasn't even a technology developed yet for it to be feasible. Scientists had to come up with a procedure to make that happen. It had to be tested over time. Mind stabilization performed by a Canvasser squad of Deathcatchers and Controllers wouldn't be established and practiced until the 2010s. Expecting that investigative work could be easily done just because we had mutants in the force would be a stupid oversimplification of our job."  mewed Mingyu, and Wonwoo looked at him apologetically.
"At that point, Mingyu and I knew we were dealing with a serial killer. Fortunately, we could narrow the circle of his preferred prey a bit, shall we say." Jisoo picked up the conversation again.
"Because the killer only attacked enslaved women?" 
Mingyu nodded. "But of course, it wasn't easy to use that knowledge because it was forbidden, and they hid it pretty well."
"Who are they?" Jeonghan snapped at Mingyu, and Wonwoo stiffened. 
"The mutants who kept the slaves," explained Mingyu, obviously avoiding answering with his thoughts. Jeonghan stared at him, but a second later, his hair covered his eyes, and he pretended to study the pictures before him. But Wonwoo saw him clenching his fist in anger.
"The last victim in 1980 before it was closed is Kim Ae Sook, fifteen years old. Same injuries. She was found in a club in Hoehyeondong after a new club opening. Same injuries, her eyes were also removed, and embedded in the back of her head."
Wonwoo blinked and saved the conversation. He tried to stay focused and not get emotional about it.
"What period did the victims die in?" asked Jeonghan, reaching for his coffee.
"They all died in 1980. After several months, we received an anonymous tip with an address, which we immediately checked but got no results. A few days later, the case was closed. "We tried to keep working the case, but all information we had gathered had been marked as confidential, so we had to stop an investigation and take over other cases again. The Chief at that time was a pain in the ." Mingyu sighed.
Jisoo nodded. "He was a mean little dwarf."
"What about the other three girls who died recently? What information do we have about them?" he heard Jeonghan ask.
He saw Mingyu stand up.

"A month ago, a body was found in the Cheonpadong. The Chief informed me of all the details. She had the same injuries. Her eyes had been removed and inserted in her right hand. Two weeks ago, another victim in Namsan Park. We have yet to confirm the identity of the two girls. We don't have names yet."
"The other girls' eyes were also removed?" asked Wonwoo.
"Yes. The victim two weeks ago had her eyes inserted in her left hand."
"Some people are sick..." he heard Jeonghan mutter.
"The last girl was found a week ago in Hangangno."
"Do we know her name and age?" Jeonghan asked, stretching and grabbing his coffee pot.
"Park Saeron is about sixteen years old. She is the most recent victim, and the one Jisoo is supposed to read."
Silence had fallen in the room.
"So we have four cases from 1980 with the same injuries and marks, but no connection between the girls. Fifty years later, there are three girls so far. We are talking about seven murdered young girls by now and I think everyone here knows this is not the end, and I'm sure we'll find more victims if we don't find anything that can be linked to the killer." Mingyu sighed and sat back down.

Hi guys, 
I'm not usually cocky, but the story is really good, and the plot is REALLY good. But... the story is about four cops chasing a serial killer and trying to find him based on evidence. 
And that's the point... the story is very detailed. That means that every injury, every clue, and every possible help to the killer is explained by me. And the evidence is ed up, I promise. In addition, the victims are relatively young and female. So I want to point out that this fic probably has all the triggers that there are ;-) 

Anyone who has read my other fics (Count on me is a good example) knows that by triggers, I mean real triggers, not a bit of crying over a black eye. 
I don't want any whining later. 
So if you want to chase a serial killer with me, then sub ;-) If you want to read fluffy fluff stuff, please sub to "One day is not enough" ;-)

NOTE: ALL CHAPTERS THAT HAVE MATURE CONTENT ARE M-RATED AND ADDITIONALLY MARKED WITH A CHAPTER PICTURE. THESE CHAPS HAVE NO CONTENT THAT IS PLOT RELATED OR CONFUSE READERS THAT DO SKIP THE M CHAPTERS.