Chapter 209: Another Evidence Chain On Kim Soo-hyun Activates
July 1, 2025, noon.
In a certain corner of Seoul, inside a rundown rental room, the fan of an old laptop was emitting a dull hum.
A woman sat at the computer desk, her fingers stiffly tapping the keyboard. On the desktop was a half-written part-time resume, while the browser was filled with useless pop-ups from job sites.
Her name was Liu Yina, 28 years old, former trainee.
Now, she was an “unemployed youth”.
Or more accurately: poor, annoyed, penniless.
Her bank card balance was down to a few digits, her mobile phone bill was overdue, and even the half-bag of kimchi left in the refrigerator had started to sour.
Outside, the sun was blazing hot, scorching the tin rooftop; she sat in front of the fan, yet still felt like she was trapped in a steam room, sweaty and sticky.
She moved the mouse to another page in the browser, originally just wanting to see if there were any “bounty tasks” to earn some quick cash, even if it was running errands, dancing, or delivery takeout.
In the end, she accidentally clicked into an anonymous bounty post that hadn’t been updated in nearly a month.
The title was crude, but the tone was aggressive:
“Bounty for real-name evidence of Kim Soo-hyun sexually assaulting young girls other than Kim Sae-ron. Once the clue is verified, direct heavy reward of 20 million.”
Liu Yina initially just glanced over it casually, but when the words “Kim Soo-hyun” came into view, her fingers immediately paused.
That name was all too familiar to her.
She had once been one of his many fans.
Later, by a twist of fate, she was selected into the entertainment company where Kim Soo-hyun was, becoming a trainee.
And that “oppa” who was always gentlemanly and refined on camera was the first “senior” she encountered when she first joined the company.
That was also the first time Liu Yina’s dreams shattered.
It was a late night over a dozen years ago; after the company ended an internal dinner party, Kim Soo-hyun offered to drive her back to the dormitory.
In the car, he softly asked her under the influence of alcohol: “Want to come over to my place and sit for a bit?”
Liu Yina hesitated, but because it was her favorite idol, she still nodded.
Then came a trap wrapped in a gentle disguise of “senior caring for junior”.
Afterward, he even said things like: “Don’t overthink it, Yina, I really like you… balabalabala”
At that moment, the coaxed Liu Yina was happy, mistakenly thinking she had become the idol’s “special one”, and thus silently agreed to be his secret girlfriend.
Until one time, she overheard another trainee bragging to her friend, and the content the girl described was almost identical to her own experience.
At that moment, Liu Yina finally saw the truth behind that gentle disguise.
Still clinging to rationality, she gritted her teeth, left the company, returned to her family, and tried to cut ties with the past.
And in the recent ‘Kim Sae-ron incident’, Liu Yina had also considered speaking out.
But when she saw that the reporter who allegedly tried to expose it had “unexpectedly” died, her heart went cold.
She didn’t dare to move.
Didn’t dare to think, didn’t dare to ask, didn’t dare to look.
She forced herself to bury the memories of that night deep in her memory, covering them layer by layer like burying a corpse.
But in reality, all these years, no matter where she was or her state of mind.
Whenever night fell and she closed her eyes, those whispers, that smiling face, that twisted night would uninvitedly surge in her mind.
Liu Yina had never mentioned it to anyone, nor did she dare to.
Until this moment, when the string 【heavy reward 20 million】 on the computer screen slapped her long silence like a loud slap.
That was an astronomical sum for her current situation.
Three years ago, after a family change, Liu Yina had considered going to Kim Soo-hyun for an explanation, even demanding hush money.
But upon hearing he was ready to sue her for “extortion”, she backed down.
From then on, she went silent, not daring to make any move.
This time, Liu Yina hesitated for a long time again, sitting on the old chair with arms hugged, an old small fan propped on her knees, sweat dripping from her chin onto her collarbone, sticky and scorching.
Then she closed her eyes, and that familiar yet nauseating smiling face emerged in her mind.
Then she opened her eyes, glancing at the electricity bill notice about to expire in the corner, and the debt collection messages on her mobile phone.
Her fingers trembling, she typed a line into the “anonymous message” entry of that bounty post:
“I might have what you want. But I need to know if you’re serious, and how to confirm what counts as evidence?”
She had kept silent before, still having some way out.
Until now, at the end of her rope, she finally had to speak out.
……
Meanwhile, in the 2025 villa.
Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, outlining gentle light-dark boundaries on the floor.
What streamed in wasn’t just sunlight, but also the aura of time.
After Lin Xiuyuan and Krystal finished watching Sulli’s first script reading session in the 13-year apartment via video call, they finally hung up and came over to the 25-year villa side.
Then they casually nestled into the sofa, ordered some lunch takeout, and prepared to lie down and relax.
“After all this, I feel like I’m getting jet-lagged.”
Krystal sipped ice water while leaning on Lin Xiuyuan’s shoulder, lightly complaining, “The time is the same on both sides, but it’s raining over there and sunny here—it’s really disjointed.”
Lin Xiuyuan chuckled, “Are you blaming the weather system for not being unified? I really can’t answer that.”
As he spoke, he lowered his head to pick up his mobile phone and skimmed a few messages from Im Yoon Ah and others.
Then, as usual, he casually opened a few familiar sites, planning to check for any gossip updates.
However, when his fingertip swiped to the account backstage, the screen flashed, and a red-marked “new message reminder” suddenly popped up.
“Hm??”
Lin Xiuyuan’s gaze sharpened, and he immediately sat up straight, quickly tapping the notification.
The next second, upon seeing the message content, he sprang up entirely, instantly alert as if shocked by electricity.
“What the fck, it’s here, it’s really here.”
Krystal was startled by his sudden movement, nearly dropping her mobile phone on her face, “What are you doing, Xiuyuan~ are you crazy?”
Lin Xiuyuan spoke rapidly, excited to the point of incoherence, “Someone messaged the bounty post I made about Kim Soo-hyun’s sexual assault evidence—an anonymous account saying they might have clues.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly pulled up the message IP and preliminary registration info, his eyes lighting up, his face full of excitement and focus.
Seeing this, Krystal set down her mobile phone, her gaze narrowing slightly, “Did they say anything specific? Any evidence?”
“Not sure yet.”
Lin Xiuyuan took a deep breath, his expression calming, like a hunter finally scenting his prey.
“But this time… we might really have found a breakthrough.”
Then Lin Xiuyuan quickly ran upstairs to the second floor computer room, turned on the computer, and the nickname “E.N.A” of that message account was still flashing on the screen, indicating the other was online.
Then he unhesitatingly sent an encrypted contact request.
Less than three minutes later, the other side accepted.
Soon, a concise, calm yet meaningful message popped up: 【You say you’re the bounty poster, so let me ask: is the evidence really worth 20 million?】
Lin Xiuyuan stared at the screen, his mouth corner slowly curving up, but his gaze cold as a blade.
He quickly replied: 【If it’s real, then it’s worth it. I’ve prepared encrypted payment; you just need to confirm what you have.】
The other side went silent for over ten seconds, the screen in complete silence.
It was a breathless silence, like some emotion weighing options, or like a long-sealed wound slowly opening in the air.
Then, a long message slowly appeared—
【Ten years ago, around early 2013, when I was still a trainee at his company, he coaxed me to the apartment next to the dormitory building.
That night some things happened, and afterward we had sporadic contact.
I was young then and thought I was ‘the special one’, so I secretly recorded a few short videos.
All these years I never dared to post them; they’re hidden in my social media account’s drafts.
Besides that, there are a few audio recordings, some chat screenshots… and the diagnostic report from when I later saw a psychologist.】
After reading the message, Lin Xiuyuan’s heart jolted, and he immediately typed a reply: 【Can you still log into that account now?】
The other sent a smiling face, yet tinged with fatigue and sarcasm.
【Of course, though I haven’t used that account in ages, I still remember the password. Just logged in to check—everything’s still there. Gotta have chips to get the money, right?】
Immediately, a series of screenshots followed.
Drafts interface, account platform homepage, and several drafts marked “March 2013” “May 2013”.
Lin Xiuyuan zoomed in on the screenshots, his gaze fixed.
Timestamps, environmental details, item placements in the scenes—all matched the AI search results for Kim Soo-hyun’s announcements and private schedule during that period.
“This evidence… is explosive.”
After comparing the evidence, Lin Xiuyuan turned to whisper to Krystal standing behind him.
Krystal nodded lightly, then seriously looked at the info on the screen again.
Lin Xiuyuan took a deep breath and continued pressing: 【I have to ask: if these had been exposed back then, would it have posed any risk to you at the time?】
The other side replied bluntly:
【None at all; I’m a Lighthouse Country national. Back then I came over for stanning to be a trainee, signed only a trial contract.
Then in mid-2013 I quit and went straight back to Lighthouse Country for school.
If it had been exposed then, at worst my family would pick me up…
I was just too young and scared.】
Lin Xiuyuan pressed again: 【What about now?】
【Now my family has some issues; I need money. That’s it.】
Lin Xiuyuan almost couldn’t help slapping the table and shouting, “Perfect.”
Incident in early 2013, left mid-2013.
Clean and neat, no official debut record, no entertainment history.
This timeline was perfect.
Setting the outbreak in 2013 would not only ensure a closed loop of all evidence logic but also have almost no real-world impact on the person involved.
Now they just needed to “return” to 2013, chat a few lines with the other side online back then, and if willing to cooperate, this minor gap could be perfectly filled.
Thinking of this, Lin Xiuyuan forced himself to calm down but asked a seemingly odd question.
【If I can help hide your identity and make the info break in 2013… would the you back then be willing to cooperate?
I mean, appear anonymously or assist in verifying the timeline.】
【I don’t get why you insist on 2013, but if the money’s enough, the me back then would probably be willing too.】
A short sentence, both realistic and direct.
Right after, she sent an old video saved in the drafts.
The footage was blurry, but the figures and dialogue were faintly discernible.
Followed by a series of chat screenshots from back then, with texts Kim Soo-hyun sent her.
The words were ambiguous, probing and guiding, laced with clear power control and manipulation.
After seeing everything, Lin Xiuyuan immediately transferred virtual currency equivalent to 2 million Korean Won from his encrypted wallet as a deposit; the other confirmed receipt within minutes.
After doing all this, Lin Xiuyuan casually twisted open a bottle of mineral water, took a big gulp, then began rapidly noting things down.
“March 2013, girl short-term resident as trainee at a Gangnam training center. Kim Soo-hyun had no drama filming then, frequently appeared in that area… time-space overlap, matches.”
After muttering that, Lin Xiuyuan asked on screen: 【You said you’re not the only victim—do you know if others are still contactable?】
The reply paused a few minutes: 【A few girls training together back then had similar encounters. But they all left the industry later—some went back home, some changed numbers; I can’t reach them.】
Lin Xiuyuan didn’t press further.
He knew this one piece of evidence alone was enough to detonate the first bomb.
Krystal, who had been quietly observing beside him, finally spoke.
“It’s enough, Xiuyuan.”
Her gentle tone carried a decisiveness after judgment, “The entertainment industry isn’t a court; it doesn’t need ironclad trial processes. As long as there’s one real evidence chain, the internet will automatically fill in the rest with rumors.
And once the story takes shape, it spreads on its own.”
Her expression calm, gaze clear, “This society won’t rush to protect a male star once worshipped like a god, especially when he’s about to collapse—not just netizens, but backup male stars and the capital behind them are waiting to pile on.”
Lin Xiuyuan nodded, gaze firm, turning back to the screen to continue verifying details with the person on the other end.
He asked a lot about that time: exact location of the incident, process, timestamps, witnesses, their clothing details, interaction methods, language used…
The replies started off slightly uncomfortable but, for the remaining 18 million bounty, pieced together the full picture of those days word by word.
She even proactively sketched diagrams recreating a few deeply impressive scenes’ positions, just to help Lin Xiuyuan identify Kim Soo-hyun’s habitual “inducement rhetoric”.
That familiar pattern, plus the evidence exposed by Kim Sae-ron’s family earlier, let Lin Xiuyuan almost confirm.
This deception method was far from Kim Soo-hyun’s first time, nor his only time.
Then he frowned and cursed, “This scum really deserves to die.”
At the same time, Krystal’s little hand on Lin Xiuyuan’s shoulder tightened, showing she wasn’t in a good mood either.
Video clips, text records, screenshots, psych diagnostic report, social drafts, time and location stamps…
As all clues wove into a net, Lin Xiuyuan finally built a complete evidence chain for the “Kim Soo-hyun sexual assault incident” independent of “Kim Sae-ron”.
Then he stared at the computer screen, heart beating a bit faster, but gaze exceptionally calm.
“Alright.”
Lin Xiuyuan spoke slowly to Krystal, “Now we just need a launch point, a promoter, and this time bomb… will blast a hole in the entire 2013 entertainment industry.”
Krystal smiled gently at him, “Time to make sure that ‘forever clean Kim Soo-hyun’ of 2013 can never go back—this counts as getting some justice for a lot of girls, Xiuyuan~ you’ve done a great deed.”
Then, Lin Xiuyuan didn’t hesitate, transferring the remaining 18 million Korean Won bounty all at once to her account.
If it could drag this “scum” Kim Soo-hyun down completely in 2013, this money was more than worth it.
And for “a golden horse bone to buy a thousand”, he proactively updated the transfer screenshot to the post’s bottom.
He didn’t want just this one bomb; he needed more evidence.
The more, the better; the harsher, the better.
Early July, approaching with the typhoon warning, wasn’t just weather changes, but a massive storm quietly brewing in the shadows.
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