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“I’m glad you made it,” Junsu said with a wide smile as soon as he saw the two men standing in front of the door. “This way,” he motioned for them to follow him, and led the way to the interior of a small apartment unit that was so run-down and neglected it looked as if no one had lived there for a long time.
“What’s the problem this time?” Jaejoong asked as he looked around, taking notes of the lack of windows and lighting in the apartment, and also the lack of furniture. It looked almost like a warehouse to him.
“Murder. We don’t know what is used yet,” Junsu shrugged and sighed deeply. “Symptoms include a drop in blood pressure, vomiting and asphyxiation. No other symptoms can be inferred as of yet.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong nodded, and let Junsu walk back to where Yoochun was to notify him that the two were there already. He looked at the door hesitantly, and sighed, letting Yunho turn the knob for him.
Walking into the room, he paused his steps, and looked around, noting the design of the room. It was a small bedroom, with white walls, and a small closed window at the corner. It looked almost like a cell, with only a single bed inside, and he let his gaze fall onto the body on the bed, hands holding onto his own neck as a look of panic stayed on his face. There was a wound on the back of his hand--a slit--and the blood that pooled there was purplish.
"Cyanide, classic," Jaejoong commented as he sniffed slightly, trying to get past the unpleasant smell of vomit collected at the foot of the bed, and coughed. "Most likely in its gas form. Extra cyanide is injected into that insecticide."
A police officer took the empty can, and placed it in a sealable plastic bag to take to the crime lab. Junsu then walked inside, along with Yoochun, who was holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Has anyone been here before?" Jaejoong asked as he turned to the two newcomers. "You know, like a doctor or something."
"Yeah, a doctor came in earlier," Junsu answered after thinking for a while. "He was the one who stated the death was caused by cyanide, and then made the slit to prove his point. I waited for you to confirm it though."
“Oh, he’s right. Only a few poisons actually cause asphyxiation, that’s why cyanide’s symptom is named the “chemical asphyxia”,” Jaejoong explained quickly. “And yes, the purplish blood is caused by cyanide.”
“So, he’s right. I thought he was wrong because he acted strange,” Junsu noted as he tried to remember how the man had acted. “It was as if he wasn’t really a doctor, but pretended to be one. However, I am no psychologist to tell that.”
“Was there something else that he said?” Jaejoong pressed on, a small smirk forming on his lips in anticipation. “Like, how did he know it was cyanide, other than the asphyxiation and low blood pressure.”
“Oh, he mentioned smelling the bitter-almond odor that is closely associated to cyanide,” Junsu shrugged. “You know it, right?”
"Neat, this case is going to be way easier than I had expected," Jaejoong smiled to himself, and turned to Yunho. "Yunho-ah, please get someone to do a DNA test,” he requested, and he could hear Yunho mumble something along the lines of “You mean, get your brother to do it” but he ignored it.
“On the victim?" Yoochun lifted an eyebrow. "What for?"
“No, on the doctor."
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Jaejoong walked into the waiting room of a hospital, whistling a happy tune slowly as he looked around, noting the slight differences-the color of the wall, the material of the tabletop, and things like that.
“Hyung,” a young man walked out of a laboratory, through the glass door, huffing in slight aggravation, hand resting on his temple, and making a rubbing motion to ease the oncoming headache. “Have I ever told you how much I hate you?”
“Yea, I think you did,” Jaejoong shrugged and looked at his nails, feigning disinterest. “Anyway, have you done the DNA test already? I need the result soon.”
“I really, really hate you,” Changmin pouted now, although he had made sure that no one would see him in the middle of pouting. “All you do is call me when you need something, and rush me to finish the tests.”
Jaejoong paused, and looked at Changmin who quickly took out a file, pretending to look over it. “Min-“
“Here’s the result,” Changmin said quickly, interrupting whatever Jaejoong was intending to say, and showed the piece of paper to the two of them. “I have tried matching the DNA strains with the ones you have. I don’t find any similarity. There is no matching sequence in your and his DNAs.”
“Hm,” Jaejoong nodded thoughtfully, and took the file, looking at the so-called doctor’s personal information. His name was Lim Su Jin, and he lived alone in an apartment building at the center of the city.
“Is this all that you need?” Yunho asked as he looked over Jaejoong’s shoulder, reading the file as well. “He looks dangerous. Don’t be rash.”
“I won’t, and I’m not the one dealing with him anyway,” Jaejoong smiled at him, and returned the file back to Changmin. “And since my little brother is missing me too much, I’ll be gracious and invite you over for dinner. Seven p.m. sharp, don’t be late.”
And then with a swoosh of the end of his long coat, he was gone, out of the hospital building, leaving Changmin and Yunho staring at him, at each other, and back at him, before sighing at the same time at his antics.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“So the doctor is the killer?” Junsu asked in wonder when Jaejoong and Yunho dropped by his office later in the day, right after they had lunch at the grill nearby first. “Why are you so sure?”
“His claim gave him away,” Jaejoong smiled to himself, tapping the file that was placed on Junsu’s desk. “He claimed to smell the bitter-almond odor before he listed out the symptoms, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, and before making the slit,” Junsu nodded as he took the file in his hand and looked through it. “What about it?”
“Look at the file,” Jaejoong instructed, and leaned back, Yunho standing behind him. “There’s no similarity in our DNA. None at all.”
“Then?” Junsu looked at him strangely, up from the file. “What’s so special about the difference?”
“The ability to smell the bitter-almond odor is a genetic trait,” Jaejoong said, and Junsu’s mouth formed an o. “And I have that ability. He doesn’t. He said that because he knew it was cyanide, and cyanide is associated with the particular odor. That’s the only flaw in his scheme.”
“I see,” Junsu nodded, and stood up. “Thank you for your help. I will go get my unit to arrest him right now.”
“Good luck,” Jaejoong waved at him, and stood up as well, letting Yunho put the coat on for him. “Want to join us for dinner? You can ask Yoochun to come along.”
Junsu looked at him strangely, and shook his head. Trust Jaejoong to always speak before thinking, and saying things so irrelevant it made him wonder if there was a connection at all.
“I don’t think we can. Cases like this require a lot of administrative work, especially since I was the one who first saw the crime scene. The report is going to take long,” Junsu sighed, and smiled a little. “I’ll just take a rain check.”
“Sure,” Jaejoong nodded, and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you later. Give me a call when you need me, but try not to call at lunch time.”
Junsu blinked, and raised an eyebrow at Yunho who simply shrugged. “Okay,” he agreed, and watched the two go before shaking his head again at Jaejoong’s eccentricity sometimes.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“You know,” Yunho started as he dipped the sponge he was holding onto a bowl filled with soapy water, “you don’t have to try and imitate those counts’ habits,” he added as he scrubbed Jaejoong’s arm and hand.
“I know,” Jaejoong said simply, and offered his other arm to Yunho. “But this just feels too nice.”
“Taking a bath while doing nothing?” Yunho rolled his eyes as he rinsed Jaejoong’s arms, and then moved to his legs and feet. “You should be embarrassed of showing your body.”
“Why should I? It’s only you,” Jaejoong yawned as he sat up straight, and let Yunho wash his back, chest and torso. “That’s why you’re my butler.”
“Butlers don’t do these,” Yunho rolled his eyes yet again, and sighed. He rinsed off the foam from Jaejoong’s body, and let him lean back again. “I’ll call you when the dinner is ready.”
“Um…” Jaejoong shut his eyes. “No. It’s still five. You don’t have to prepare the dinner yet.”
“But-“
“Fu… fine,” Jaejoong huffed, and got out from the tub. “You’re spoiling my fun.”
Yunho took the towel from the rack, and wrapped Jaejoong’s body with it. “Seriously, you’re not a little kid. What would you do if I’m not here for you?”
“Yunho.”
Yunho’s eyes widened as he realized what he had just said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.”
“Good,” Jaejoong smiled, and patted Yunho’s head affectionately. He then waltzed out of the bathroom, and into his private chamber, taking the clothes Yunho had prepared for him.
“I’ll do it for you,” Yunho said quickly as he took the pajama shirt from Jaejoong’s hands. He grasped on it tighter when Jaejoong tried to take it back. “Don’t do this to me.”
“You started it,” Jaejoong looked at him accusingly.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’ll never bring it up again,” Yunho pulled the shorter man close to himself and hugged him. “I will never…”
“If you say so,” Jaejoong shrugged, and let Yunho help him put on his blue pajamas with little teddy bear patterns on it. “I’ll take a short nap. Go and make dinner.”
Yunho fluffed up the pillow, and waited for Jaejoong to climb into bed before he pulled the blanket up to his chin. “Is it warm enough?”
“Uhmh,” Jaejoong nodded. “Don’t forget my milk.”
“I’ll get it in a while,” Yunho said, and turned the bedside lamp off, as well as the room’s lamp. “Sleep well.”
Once Yunho was out of the room, he sat up on his bed, and turned the bedside lamp on, staring at the framed picture of a man and a little kid.
“Father… I miss you…”
Cyanide? Clichéd
Facts about cyanide:
- Most common forms are potassium cyanide, hydrogen cyanide, and sodium cyanide
- Cyanide are white solids bearing a faint bitter-almond odor, or in the form of gas, with the gaseous form being the more toxic one
- Symptoms include dizziness, flushing, headache, nausea, vomiting, rapid pulse, drop in blood pressure, and asphyxia
- Reaction time when smelling a fatal amount can be up to fifteen minutes, in solid form, it can be up to twelve hours
- Antidotes include amyl nitrite or sodium thiosulfate, but most of them are toxic as well, so they have to be used with care
- The bitter almond odor associated with cyanide can only be smelt by certain people, because the ability is a genetic trait, so not everyone can smell it, contrary to popular belief
- Cyanide could cause the blood to turn purplish
“I’m glad you made it,” Junsu said with a wide smile as soon as he saw the two men standing in front of the door. “This way,” he motioned for them to follow him, and led the way to the interior of a small apartment unit that was so run-down and neglected it looked as if no one had lived there for a long time.
“What’s the problem this time?” Jaejoong asked as he looked around, taking notes of the lack of windows and lighting in the apartment, and also the lack of furniture. It looked almost like a warehouse to him.
“Murder. We don’t know what is used yet,” Junsu shrugged and sighed deeply. “Symptoms include a drop in blood pressure, vomiting and asphyxiation. No other symptoms can be inferred as of yet.”
“Okay,” Jaejoong nodded, and let Junsu walk back to where Yoochun was to notify him that the two were there already. He looked at the door hesitantly, and sighed, letting Yunho turn the knob for him.
Walking into the room, he paused his steps, and looked around, noting the design of the room. It was a small bedroom, with white walls, and a small closed window at the corner. It looked almost like a cell, with only a single bed inside, and he let his gaze fall onto the body on the bed, hands holding onto his own neck as a look of panic stayed on his face. There was a wound on the back of his hand--a slit--and the blood that pooled there was purplish.
"Cyanide, classic," Jaejoong commented as he sniffed slightly, trying to get past the unpleasant smell of vomit collected at the foot of the bed, and coughed. "Most likely in its gas form. Extra cyanide is injected into that insecticide."
A police officer took the empty can, and placed it in a sealable plastic bag to take to the crime lab. Junsu then walked inside, along with Yoochun, who was holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
"Has anyone been here before?" Jaejoong asked as he turned to the two newcomers. "You know, like a doctor or something."
"Yeah, a doctor came in earlier," Junsu answered after thinking for a while. "He was the one who stated the death was caused by cyanide, and then made the slit to prove his point. I waited for you to confirm it though."
“Oh, he’s right. Only a few poisons actually cause asphyxiation, that’s why cyanide’s symptom is named the “chemical asphyxia”,” Jaejoong explained quickly. “And yes, the purplish blood is caused by cyanide.”
“So, he’s right. I thought he was wrong because he acted strange,” Junsu noted as he tried to remember how the man had acted. “It was as if he wasn’t really a doctor, but pretended to be one. However, I am no psychologist to tell that.”
“Was there something else that he said?” Jaejoong pressed on, a small smirk forming on his lips in anticipation. “Like, how did he know it was cyanide, other than the asphyxiation and low blood pressure.”
“Oh, he mentioned smelling the bitter-almond odor that is closely associated to cyanide,” Junsu shrugged. “You know it, right?”
"Neat, this case is going to be way easier than I had expected," Jaejoong smiled to himself, and turned to Yunho. "Yunho-ah, please get someone to do a DNA test,” he requested, and he could hear Yunho mumble something along the lines of “You mean, get your brother to do it” but he ignored it.
“On the victim?" Yoochun lifted an eyebrow. "What for?"
“No, on the doctor."
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
Jaejoong walked into the waiting room of a hospital, whistling a happy tune slowly as he looked around, noting the slight differences-the color of the wall, the material of the tabletop, and things like that.
“Hyung,” a young man walked out of a laboratory, through the glass door, huffing in slight aggravation, hand resting on his temple, and making a rubbing motion to ease the oncoming headache. “Have I ever told you how much I hate you?”
“Yea, I think you did,” Jaejoong shrugged and looked at his nails, feigning disinterest. “Anyway, have you done the DNA test already? I need the result soon.”
“I really, really hate you,” Changmin pouted now, although he had made sure that no one would see him in the middle of pouting. “All you do is call me when you need something, and rush me to finish the tests.”
Jaejoong paused, and looked at Changmin who quickly took out a file, pretending to look over it. “Min-“
“Here’s the result,” Changmin said quickly, interrupting whatever Jaejoong was intending to say, and showed the piece of paper to the two of them. “I have tried matching the DNA strains with the ones you have. I don’t find any similarity. There is no matching sequence in your and his DNAs.”
“Hm,” Jaejoong nodded thoughtfully, and took the file, looking at the so-called doctor’s personal information. His name was Lim Su Jin, and he lived alone in an apartment building at the center of the city.
“Is this all that you need?” Yunho asked as he looked over Jaejoong’s shoulder, reading the file as well. “He looks dangerous. Don’t be rash.”
“I won’t, and I’m not the one dealing with him anyway,” Jaejoong smiled at him, and returned the file back to Changmin. “And since my little brother is missing me too much, I’ll be gracious and invite you over for dinner. Seven p.m. sharp, don’t be late.”
And then with a swoosh of the end of his long coat, he was gone, out of the hospital building, leaving Changmin and Yunho staring at him, at each other, and back at him, before sighing at the same time at his antics.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“So the doctor is the killer?” Junsu asked in wonder when Jaejoong and Yunho dropped by his office later in the day, right after they had lunch at the grill nearby first. “Why are you so sure?”
“His claim gave him away,” Jaejoong smiled to himself, tapping the file that was placed on Junsu’s desk. “He claimed to smell the bitter-almond odor before he listed out the symptoms, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, and before making the slit,” Junsu nodded as he took the file in his hand and looked through it. “What about it?”
“Look at the file,” Jaejoong instructed, and leaned back, Yunho standing behind him. “There’s no similarity in our DNA. None at all.”
“Then?” Junsu looked at him strangely, up from the file. “What’s so special about the difference?”
“The ability to smell the bitter-almond odor is a genetic trait,” Jaejoong said, and Junsu’s mouth formed an o. “And I have that ability. He doesn’t. He said that because he knew it was cyanide, and cyanide is associated with the particular odor. That’s the only flaw in his scheme.”
“I see,” Junsu nodded, and stood up. “Thank you for your help. I will go get my unit to arrest him right now.”
“Good luck,” Jaejoong waved at him, and stood up as well, letting Yunho put the coat on for him. “Want to join us for dinner? You can ask Yoochun to come along.”
Junsu looked at him strangely, and shook his head. Trust Jaejoong to always speak before thinking, and saying things so irrelevant it made him wonder if there was a connection at all.
“I don’t think we can. Cases like this require a lot of administrative work, especially since I was the one who first saw the crime scene. The report is going to take long,” Junsu sighed, and smiled a little. “I’ll just take a rain check.”
“Sure,” Jaejoong nodded, and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you later. Give me a call when you need me, but try not to call at lunch time.”
Junsu blinked, and raised an eyebrow at Yunho who simply shrugged. “Okay,” he agreed, and watched the two go before shaking his head again at Jaejoong’s eccentricity sometimes.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.
“You know,” Yunho started as he dipped the sponge he was holding onto a bowl filled with soapy water, “you don’t have to try and imitate those counts’ habits,” he added as he scrubbed Jaejoong’s arm and hand.
“I know,” Jaejoong said simply, and offered his other arm to Yunho. “But this just feels too nice.”
“Taking a bath while doing nothing?” Yunho rolled his eyes as he rinsed Jaejoong’s arms, and then moved to his legs and feet. “You should be embarrassed of showing your body.”
“Why should I? It’s only you,” Jaejoong yawned as he sat up straight, and let Yunho wash his back, chest and torso. “That’s why you’re my butler.”
“Butlers don’t do these,” Yunho rolled his eyes yet again, and sighed. He rinsed off the foam from Jaejoong’s body, and let him lean back again. “I’ll call you when the dinner is ready.”
“Um…” Jaejoong shut his eyes. “No. It’s still five. You don’t have to prepare the dinner yet.”
“But-“
“Fu… fine,” Jaejoong huffed, and got out from the tub. “You’re spoiling my fun.”
Yunho took the towel from the rack, and wrapped Jaejoong’s body with it. “Seriously, you’re not a little kid. What would you do if I’m not here for you?”
“Yunho.”
Yunho’s eyes widened as he realized what he had just said. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said.”
“Good,” Jaejoong smiled, and patted Yunho’s head affectionately. He then waltzed out of the bathroom, and into his private chamber, taking the clothes Yunho had prepared for him.
“I’ll do it for you,” Yunho said quickly as he took the pajama shirt from Jaejoong’s hands. He grasped on it tighter when Jaejoong tried to take it back. “Don’t do this to me.”
“You started it,” Jaejoong looked at him accusingly.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? I’ll never bring it up again,” Yunho pulled the shorter man close to himself and hugged him. “I will never…”
“If you say so,” Jaejoong shrugged, and let Yunho help him put on his blue pajamas with little teddy bear patterns on it. “I’ll take a short nap. Go and make dinner.”
Yunho fluffed up the pillow, and waited for Jaejoong to climb into bed before he pulled the blanket up to his chin. “Is it warm enough?”
“Uhmh,” Jaejoong nodded. “Don’t forget my milk.”
“I’ll get it in a while,” Yunho said, and turned the bedside lamp off, as well as the room’s lamp. “Sleep well.”
Once Yunho was out of the room, he sat up on his bed, and turned the bedside lamp on, staring at the framed picture of a man and a little kid.
“Father… I miss you…”
Cyanide? Clichéd
Facts about cyanide:
- Most common forms are potassium cyanide, hydrogen cyanide, and sodium cyanide
- Cyanide are white solids bearing a faint bitter-almond odor, or in the form of gas, with the gaseous form being the more toxic one
- Symptoms include dizziness, flushing, headache, nausea, vomiting, rapid pulse, drop in blood pressure, and asphyxia
- Reaction time when smelling a fatal amount can be up to fifteen minutes, in solid form, it can be up to twelve hours
- Antidotes include amyl nitrite or sodium thiosulfate, but most of them are toxic as well, so they have to be used with care
- The bitter almond odor associated with cyanide can only be smelt by certain people, because the ability is a genetic trait, so not everyone can smell it, contrary to popular belief
- Cyanide could cause the blood to turn purplish