#134. Inclusion. 5
“Hey, I told you it was okay!”
Despite the man's screams, Woojin pushed the wheelchair out without paying any attention.
Unlike other people, Woojin didn't just pass by everything that caught his eye.
Even when walking down the street, he was aware of everything he saw, including where stray dogs were headed, the ratio of people wearing and not wearing glasses on the street, and the ratio of men to women.
It was the same when I was eating fish cake and hotteok a little while ago.
He observed the hands of the owner making hotteok and even took note of the facial expressions of the people around him.
A man in a wheelchair came into Woojin's sight.
The man's eyes continued to look here and there.
In particular, many eyes were fixed on women walking alone.
The man fiddled with the wheels of his wheelchair every time he looked at her and made many small gestures.
It was evidence that something was bothering him.
Not only that, he continued to wet his lips with his tongue.
This can be interpreted differently depending on the situation, but judging from his various unconscious actions, it was evidence that he was imagining something.
And as if trying to make his imagination a reality, he followed the child who was wrapping up a hotteok and heading to the crosswalk.
“It’s done now. It’s done.”
As they entered the alleyway, the man raised his head and looked at Woojin.
The man couldn't tell whether he was being helped or dragged away because Woojin's hands were so rough.
Woojin looked down at him and met his gaze.
“Teacher, we live in a society where we all live together. I have some time left, so I will take you to your destination.”
“It’s okay. I can go by myself now.”
“Didn’t you ask the girl for help a little while ago because she was weak?”
“I feel better now. Thank you.”
“I think I’ve seen somewhere that we need to help the socially disadvantaged. I think the teacher is aware of that and asked the child to help him. Am I wrong?”
The man's eyes widened slightly and his forehead furrowed slightly.
“What are you talking about… … .”
Woojin started pushing the wheelchair again.
“I told you it’s okay!”
Woojin opened his mouth as if he wasn't listening to him.
“People tend to let their guard down when they see someone who seems weaker than them. This is because they subconsciously know that they can’t harm them. On the other hand, it’s different when they’re on equal footing. In society, they’re seen as competitors or as people to fight and defeat. This has been the case for a very long time. It’s because survival depends on it. It’s ingrained in our DNA.”
“What nonsense… … .”
No matter what the man said, Woojin continued talking.
“For example, if you ask people to choose between receiving orders or giving, most people will choose giving. People don’t like to listen to orders, but giving means that they feel superior to others. Understanding these things can help you let your guard down in many ways.”
Woojin stopped walking when a fork in the road appeared.
Before entering the alley, it was a bustling downtown area bustling with people, but the trees quietly illuminating the two-way street looked eerie.
Woojin spoke up.
“What I have just explained is a very simple explanation of your behavior. I could explain it in more detail based on psychology and brain science, but you probably won’t understand it at this point.”
Because you might be confused.
“What! What do you want to do with me right now!”
Woojin looked at his face as he shouted.
“Is it the left?”
As the man's eyes trembled slightly, Woojin's observation skills allowed him to make a judgment.
“It’s on the right.”
Woojin started pushing the wheelchair again.
“Hey you crazy kid! What are you doing! Help me! There’s a thug here who’s harassing a disabled person! Help me! There’s a thug here who’s beating a disabled person! Help me!”
Woojin, who was pushing the wheelchair, suddenly stopped.
“I will make you walk on your own two feet, teacher.”
As the man looked at the crowd of people as if he was setting a goal, there was a small shaking of his thighs.
When I looked to the right, my thighs were slightly turned to the right, and when I looked to the left, they were turned to the left.
And when I was chasing after a child carrying a hotteok, I was completely still and unwavering.
It was a superficial act of strongly insisting on paralysis of the lower body to the opponent.
“Help me… … . Ugh!”
As Woojin lifted the handle to his shoulder level, he fell over.
He spoke with trembling eyes, dragging his lower body with his hands.
“Why, why are you doing this!? Why are you doing this to me… … .”
“Teacher, the cells that make up humans have something called homeostasis. Biologically, it is also called homodynamik. This homeostasis allows cells to live with the least amount of energy, conserve energy internally and externally, and maintain a state of equilibrium. If this homeostasis of cells is maintained smoothly, humans unconsciously feel comfort and satisfaction.”
It's easy to recall memories of coming home from work exhausted, only to have all that fatigue disappear as soon as you get home.
The house is isolated from the outside world, which reduces stress and saves energy by forcing us to do only familiar behaviors that are like habits.
Habits are formed unconsciously and are the best behaviors to maintain consistency because they are the most comfortable and familiar to the person.
The drive to maintain this balanced system is also expressed in behavior.
When buying a car, you should consider safety, insurance for emergencies, savings for retirement, insurance, etc.
People act by considering future irregularities or risks in order to maintain a balanced system of anti-dynamics.
But what if, one by one, the things you did and predicted to achieve comfort and satisfaction start to go wrong?
Woojin lifted the wheelchair.
“This is similar. When the safety system detects a risk of collapse, the brain sends a signal to run away from the danger.”
It may seem obvious, but if you recognize and look at it, it becomes much easier to interpret and predict people.
Most likely their future too.
Woojin threw the wheelchair. No, he pretended to throw it, and he got up and started running.
“Fuck!”
Woojin, who had been watching the man's back for a moment, began to follow him.
Since ancient times, humans have chosen to belong to a group rather than be alone.
Because they are more productive than alone and are safer in a group.
So where is he going now?
It could be a crowded place, or it could be a place where you feel safe.
Woojin followed him from a distance, his figure seemingly disappearing, as he unfolded a satellite map on his cell phone.
It felt like an hour had passed like that.
A man was breathing heavily as he climbed the stairs of a townhouse.
“Ugh, ugh, what the fuck, that little shit… … .”
He stumbled up the stairs, breathing heavily and his legs seeming weak.
Fortunately, I was familiar with the geography and was able to shake off the guy.
He went up to the third floor and walked towards his house in the middle of the hallway.
People walking across the street didn't even pay attention.
The lights were broken so all I could see was a silhouette, but the person was dressed differently than I thought.
The tie and pin that Torai had been wearing were nowhere to be seen, nor was the color of his white dress shirt.
I thought he was an office worker living in the house next door.
“Damn, fix the light bulb.”
After pressing the password, he went inside the house.
At that moment.
A foot entered through the gap in the closing door.
It was none other than Woojin, wearing his suit backwards.
Woojin spoke through the crack in the door.
“Teacher, if I were you, I would have reported it a long time ago. Is there any reason why you can’t report it?”
The man's eyes grew wide as if they were going to tear apart.
“This crazy kid… … .”
I tried to force the door to close, but it wouldn't close because it was blocked by Woojin's foot.
Rather, when Woojin pulled the door, he ended up being dragged out while holding it tightly.
no.
Woojin pushed him in and they went into the hallway together.
And closed the door.
bang!
He sprang to his feet, fell to his knees, and headed to the kitchen.
He soon handed the knife to Woojin, who came into the living room.
"What is the fuck!"
Woojin looked around leisurely and loosened his tie.
“My goal is clear. To hand over criminals to detectives so they can improve their performance, and to hand over cases to prosecutors so they can make themselves known.”
The man gripped the knife tighter.
From the way he speaks, he doesn't seem like a detective. And he knows something.
Then there was only one choice.
“You can’t get out of here alive.”
The man immediately swung his knife at Woojin.
moment,
The tie Woojin was holding wrapped around his wrist.
Bang!
His pupils shrank as fluorescent lights focused on his eyes as he fell with a dull sound.
At the same time, his face became very frowny.
It was because Woojin's tie wrapped around his neck like a noose.
His hand went back to the fallen knife.
But Woojin's foot touched the knife and he couldn't catch it.
Woojin, who had tied a tie around his neck, started to drag him around like some kind of cart.
I dragged it from the living room to the kitchen and bathroom.
“I had a feeling this wouldn’t be your first offense.”
Because the plan was specific and there was no hesitation in taking action.
Woojin dragged the man to the bedroom, shouting, "Wow!"
I kicked the trash can next to the computer and tissues poured out.
The man did not have rhinitis or any cold symptoms.
I couldn't find any such medicine at home.
“You are in good health.”
Woojin would pull on his tie and pressure him every time he tried to move.
“Ugh! Sa, save me, ugh!”
Woojin's gaze turned to the tree next to the bed.
There were butterfly pins that little girls would wear.
Woojin's expression was calm, but the hand holding his tie was tense.
* * *
Director Kim, who met Lee Hye-rim, was unable to raise his head in front of Lee Yo-hwan.
“Hey you little shit! What have you been doing!? Huh!? What have you been doing while someone was messing with the stocks!”
Although Lee Yo-hwan, who was much younger than him, was swearing at him, he couldn't say anything.
Because Lee Yo-hwan is a bloodline of Shinwha Group and he was just a contract executive.
Director Kim opened his mouth.
“We are currently looking into it in every possible way, but there are a lot of hands involved… … .”
Lee Yo-hwan slammed the table as if he was going to break it.
“Fuck! You're talking like that!”
“I’m sorry. Please hurry up… … .”
Lee Yo-hwan lowered his face and let out a sigh as if the ground was about to collapse.
It was clear that Lee Si-young had paid a bribe and got involved.
That too, as soon as he entered here… … .
“That fucking bitch… … .”
In a way, this could all have been planned.
Lee Yo-hwan took another deep breath as if trying to calm himself down.
There is a saying, "Keep your head cool and your heart warm."
Finally, Lee Yo-hwan raised his head and spoke coldly.
“Is it true that the remaining shares are in someone else’s name, with 1.5 million shares in my real name?”
“Yes, that’s right. First, how about quickly retrieving the 1.5 million shares in another person’s name… .”
“1.5 million shares in someone else’s name and 500,000 shares in my real name. Give them to Hye-rim.”
Director Kim's eyes widened in surprise.
“Can’t you understand what I’m saying?”
The only person I could rely on now was Lee Hye-rim.
If Hye-rim had a stake that could be helpful to them, the members of the National Assembly and the higher-ups in the prosecution would meet with Hye-rim.
The shares Hye-rim holds will change their minds in a positive way.
The time I'm trapped in now is the same.
As time goes by, this side becomes more disadvantaged.
“Hand it over to Hye-rim right now! Right now!”
