[A Sip of Books] SF Writer Duna's First Mystery Short Story Collection

Some sentences encapsulate the entire content of the book itself, while others instantly reach the reader's heart, creating a connection with the book. Here, we introduce such meaningful sentences excerpted from the book. - Editor's note

This is the first mystery short story collection presented by SF writer Duna. Putting SF aside for a moment, it introduces the world of mystery where the culprit's confession, the detective's investigation, locked-room tricks, serial murders, blood and corpses, suspicion and deduction, and twists are intertwined. Inspired by mystery masters such as Agatha Christie, John Dickson Carr, and Ellery Queen, the stories are recreated in Duna's unique style.

"Someone died in the basement. One side has stairs, and the opposite side has a bathroom. The basement has two windows, but they are barred, so no one can get out, and although the bathroom has a window, it is too small for a person to exit. But the door at the top of the stairs was locked from the inside with two locks. How did the murderer get out?"

After posing the quiz, he would always add as if he had forgotten.

"Ah, and the suspect graduated from Seoul National University. A real prodigy, a genius."

Page 37 (Uncle Seongho's Crime)

At that time, I thought of you.

To be precise, I thought of Sequoia.

Do you remember? When we lived together at Grandpa's house in Daejeon. When we both attended elementary school, or rather, 국민학교 (elementary school). When you were in second grade, you came back crying after being hit by a classmate and said, "I wish I could hang that guy on a Sequoia branch!" I really can't forget those words. That was the first time I heard about a tree called Sequoia. I wasn't a bookworm like you. And I found it fascinating how you expressed such anger through the unrealistic imagination of 'hanging him on a Sequoia branch.' I didn't know there were people who thought that way.

Anyway, this case was Sequoia.

Page 45 (Until the Last Drop of Blood)

In my opinion, I don't think there has ever been a person who can confidently say they fully understand the ways of the world. Everyone lives in their own well. Some wells might be a little bigger than others.

Page 46 (Until the Last Drop of Blood)

That Winter, at the Sontak Hotel | Written by Duna | Purple Lane (Galmana Tree) | 272 pages | 15,000 KRW

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