#167. Peace. 3
The policeman got up from his seat and blinked.
Kim Chul-woong, the star prosecutor who seemed to be able to catch any criminal in the world, was now a member of the National Assembly thanks to the support of the people.
That's how he showed up at the police station.
why?
“Loyalty.”
When the police saluted, Kim Cheol-woong smiled and saluted back.
“Where is Officer Shin Woo-jin? Is he on patrol?”
“Ah… … . Yes! But is there anything you need to ask Officer Shin Woo-jin… … .”
Shin Woo-jin was a really eccentric friend.
He took each and every complaint like a counselor, and even calmed people down like a doctor of psychology.
I even saw people giving gifts to residents struggling to make ends meet, as if it were a holiday.
All the other police officers, not just himself, saw it frequently.
Will there be any salary left?
I even had that thought, but even when I told myself not to, the answer I got was always the same.
'Because I have no use for the money.'
Prosecutor Kim Cheol-woong opened his mouth, scratching his cheek.
“Nothing in particular… … When will you be back?”
Contrary to what he said, Kim Cheol-woong drove here himself on purpose.
It had been quite some time since I had seen his face, and I wanted to see Woojin with my own eyes, now that he was a police officer and wearing a police uniform.
Even though the police officer in front of me was saying, “Officer Shin Woo-jin,” I still didn’t feel like he was getting closer.
On the contrary, it seemed that I could somewhat guess the purpose of Woojin becoming a police officer.
Police officers can be closer to the public than judges, prosecutors, or detectives.
That meant we could see the scene more quickly.
“Please wait a moment. I will contact you to return immediately.”
* * *
The place Woojin arrived at after following the blood trail that fell like water drops was a shabby warehouse.
Woojin turned on the flashlight in the dark place.
There was rock, sand and dust, so you could see the size of the footprints.
Of course, there are bloodstains too.
Two footprints, one estimated to be size 225 and the other estimated to be size 265.
The footprints of 225 were overwhelmingly numerous.
Woojin raised his head and began to look around.
There was a lot of miscellaneous stuff, broken jars, and bullet marks on the walls and objects.
A splatter is a blood splatter.
For example, if you dip a brush in paint and shake it off as if you were throwing it on the floor or a wall, it would be easy to think of it as the impression that would be made.
Woojin brought a flashlight to the place where it seemed like it had first occurred.
The deceased was approximately 156 cm tall.
However, there was a trace of a flying object at a height of about 80 cm.
That means.
The situation at the time of the incident was captured in Woojin's eyes.
Woojin turned his body and looked at the entrance he had come through.
A dead body is entering the warehouse, and a black figure follows it.
The deceased seems to be saying something, but I can't hear it.
And soon the deceased is crouching down to the side, searching for something.
The black shadow's hand, looking at the sight of the deceased, quickly grabbed the blunt weapon at his side without hesitation.
Woof woof.
Because I pulled it out in a hurry, several surrounding objects spilled out.
puck!
As the black shadow struck the deceased with a blunt object, sharp marks of flying debris were left in all directions.
The deceased falls to the ground without even knowing what is happening.
And then the blood spreads.
But then he comes to his senses and gets up from his seat again.
Phew!
Once again, traces of flying objects were left on the walls and objects.
When the dead man tried to get up again, the black figure panicked.
Because I dropped the blunt object in my hand.
The blunt weapon that left the black shadow's hand shattered a small jar.
That is why no rough footprints are visible around the broken jar.
He immediately struck the deceased's head again with something he could get his hands on.
Boom! Boom!
The deceased was unable to move, and blood gradually spread on the floor.
When the situation was over, the black figure did not drag the deceased away, but lifted him onto his shoulder as if carrying him and headed towards the exit.
Every time, blood drips and falls, leaving regular marks of fall.
Most drop marks show the perpetrator's path of movement.
Woojin, who was watching the scene as if he were a third party, nodded his head.
The culprit showed overkill.
I had a strong desire to kill my opponent.
Woojin went back out into the yard and examined the fall marks once more.
The fall marks leading into the room are regularly spaced out by about 30cm, 40cm, and 50cm.
And then it split into another branch. No, finally, a single drop of water fell into what looked like a small field.
Woojin grabbed the trash can that was standing on one side.
Then the senior said.
"what are you doing?"
“I think there is a crime weapon.”
"what?"
Woojin started digging the dirt with a dustpan.
“Hey, Inma! I told you not to touch anything!? Preserve the scene… … .”
The eyes of the senior who had approached Woojin and shouted at him opened wide.
This was because iron pipes such as hammers and crop supports were found in places like fields.
“What is this?”
“It looks like a weapon used in a crime.”
“How did you know?”
“The situation told me. The deceased told me.”
“What are you talking about… … .”
"wait a minute."
This time, Woojin headed to the separate kitchen.
It was necessary to check every nook and cranny.
As expected, nothing happened in the kitchen.
However, there was a large bowl of rice mixed with various vegetables and red pepper paste.
There were two bibimbaps.
Bibimbap that hasn't been touched by anyone.
Woojin, who had been looking around the kitchen, headed out the front door this time.
Then he approached the first reporter and asked him questions about the deceased.
If you can bring a boiled sweet potato to someone, even at this late hour, chances are you know the person well.
“Do you know when you usually go to sleep?”
“You said you usually go to bed around 11? Oh my… … . What the hell is going on? Did a thief come in? Oh my god… … .”
Woojin shook his head inwardly.
Overkill was out, and there was no sign of anyone having searched the room.
To sum up, the culprit visited during meal times and entered the warehouse with the deceased.
No, he might have been trying to completely subdue her while she was off guard, not to borrow something.
There are many tools in the warehouse that could be used for committing a crime.
“Is there anyone who didn’t get along well with the residents?”
“What a kind person he is.”
“He was a quiet person.”
“They all got along well.”
Woojin nodded his head slowly, keeping in mind the words, “A person who lives quietly.”
“Do you have any relatives living nearby?”
“No. I only have one son. Where is he… … Oh, that’s right. I heard he lives in Suwon.”
“Is there anyone you are particularly close with?”
“A person worthy of that… … .”
She opened her mouth as if she remembered something.
“My name is Kim Hak-cheol and I live alone. The grandmother upstairs took good care of me. She said I resembled her dead youngest son.”
“You said you packed it for me?”
“Because I didn’t do any work and just drank alcohol every day, they even brought me food and stuff.”
“Where is that?”
“It’s not far. Up there… … .”
Woojin, who heard the location, moved immediately, leaving the fields between them.
After moving about 200 meters, a smell tickled my nose.
There was a smell of something burning.
After moving another 100 meters, I could tell what the smell was.
Smoke was rising from the yard of one house.
It looked like something was burning, not fire.
Woojin approached the house.
The living room lights were on, and the bathroom lights were on too.
Woojin immediately knocked on the door.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
“Are you there?”
A man's voice was heard along with the sound of a sliding door opening inside.
"who are you?"
Woojin said just one word.
“This is the police.”
And I closed my eyes and waited for his voice.
“… … The police?”
Woojin's eyes opened as he observed his voice.
“Yes, sir. It is illegal to burn household waste like this.”
He said brightly, as if he was dragging his slippers.
“Hey, most people here do that, so I’m not the only one.”
Suddenly.
The front door opened with a creaking sound.
Kim Hak-cheol, who appears to be in his late 30s.
He said while looking at Woojin.
“Please just look at me once. I won’t do it again.”
As he spoke with a sly smile, a faint scent of alcohol wafted from his mouth. Also, Woojin was scanning his entire body at once.
He is 172cm tall with a slim build and his foot size is estimated at 265.
His eyes were yellow, jaundice.
Woojin spoke as if he had no choice.
“Please don’t do that again. Oh, let me ask you something. Where were you last night?”
"yes?"
“There was a murder nearby. We are investigating. Please feel free to answer any questions you may have.”
His eyes widen and he speaks at length.
“Huh? Who, who?”
“Mr. Kim Eun-ju has passed away.”
“Oh, that’s ridiculous.”
He looked shocked.
But on the contrary, Woojin's words became more calm.
“Where were you this evening?”
“Are you doubting me now?”
“No. It’s just a formal question. Just tell me what happened.”
“I was at home.”
“I heard that you and Kim Eun-ju have a special friendship.”
He ran his hand over his face as if he was washing his face dry.
And then he raised his head again.
“Yes. She was like a mother to me… … .”
Woojin nodded his head.
“So you killed him?”
“Huh!? What do you mean?”
“You’re still lying. Are you burning something to cover up your crime?”
“No, this guy! If he’s a police officer, can you suspect him so recklessly?”
“Then, can I check what you’re burning right now?”
He shook his head as if he found it ridiculous.
“Ha! I see. Okay. Come in. Come in and see for yourself.”
Woojin went right inside.
And he immediately stepped on the thing he was riding and took it out.
Almost everything that was presumed to be household waste and clothing was burned, leaving nothing behind.
“Is it okay?”
Woojin nodded and said.
“You like drinking, right? Mr. Kim Eun-ju, who usually took care of you like a son, must have worried a lot. That’s why he asks the neighbors. Don’t drink with you. Don’t buy you alcohol. You, an alcoholic, get angry at him. You go to see him. To have a meal together like you always did. But you probably didn’t have the same mindset as usual. You had the intention of ‘killing him.’ It was an accidental crime. That’s not it. He lured Mr. Kim Eun-ju to the warehouse as if he was going to borrow something. There were a lot of things in the warehouse that could be used as weapons for the crime. And it was a place where the sounds were muffled more than the kitchen or the room. To confuse the investigation, he committed a murder in the warehouse and then moved it to the room? That was such a low-intelligence idea.”
Woojin's gaze, as he continued speaking, turned to the front door through which he had come out.
There were no shoes.
You could burn the clothes because you had extra ones, but you probably couldn't get rid of the shoes you were wearing because you didn't have any extra ones.
“I think there are wet shoes in the bathroom right now. Am I right?”
"that!"
“More than anything, you stink. A foul smell that keeps our country from being peaceful.”
Woojin lifted his phone so that he could see it better.
It's like some secret royal inspector's badge.
On the phone screen, there was a character in a police uniform holding a flashlight.
“This is a very appropriate meme for this situation.”
The character drawings also had text engraved on them.
[Got you, you punk!]
“Should we go and check what’s in our bathroom to see if what I’m saying is true or not?”
