#168. Peace. 4
Kim Hak-cheol hesitated without realizing it.
Woojin nodded slightly as he put the cell phone he had held out back into his pocket.
“Am I right?”
Woojin now spoke informally to him without hesitation.
I decided that it wasn't worth respecting.
All criminals who committed violent crimes were now like viruses to Woojin.
It seemed like nothing more than an organism polluting a peaceful world.
“Now you only have two options. When you’re cornered, you always have two choices. You can either accept your mistake or get angry. In this situation, it’s the same. You can either run away or rush in. Whichever you choose, it’s up to you, but you’ll still get caught.”
“What the heck… … . What the hell are you talking about, barging into someone else’s house without any evidence?”
“Evidence will come from the clothes you left behind. More conclusive evidence will come from your shoes. If you’re confident, I can show you the bathroom.”
“Hey, bring me the warrant!”
Woojin released the taser gun he was holding.
“This… … I wanted to try shooting it.”
I really wanted to shoot it.
“You, are you a police officer?”
“If you want to hire a lawyer because you were tasered, go ahead. I have enough money to hire a more expensive lawyer. And whose side will the police be on?”
Kim Hak-cheol's eyes quickly moved around in all directions.
I ignored the nonsense about how police officers have a lot of money.
If I ran to the front gate, he was standing closer, and if I tried to climb over the wall, he seemed like he would pull me down.
And he's also carrying a taser.
If I get hit, will my body be paralyzed? Will it be extremely painful?
At that time, Woojin said.
“I told you the answer. You’ll get caught no matter what. It’s just a matter of time before you get caught. 30 seconds? A minute? It’s all determined in that time.”
“Fuck… … .”
He held out both his hands as if to be handcuffed.
I nodded my head as I looked at Woojin.
The original.
“That’s not the attitude of someone who’s been handcuffed for the first time.”
At that moment, Kim Hak-cheol thought he heard a crackling sound in his ears. At the same time, a tingling pain like being pricked by a needle wrapped around his whole body like a snake.
Woojin fired the taser gun.
“Ugh!”
Woojin, who was watching him writhing and groaning on the floor, looked at the taser gun and admired it.
“Wow… … . It’s more effective than I thought.”
It seemed like all they had to do was put in handcuffs.
But Woojin didn't do that. The taser gun that Woojin was holding was a new type that could fire three shots with a gap of 1 to 2 seconds.
To prevent abuse, the location of the Taser gun and the time it was fired were recorded on the gun.
Less than three seconds later, Woojin pulled the trigger again.
Of course, just like the first time, I only aimed for a location that was far from the heart.
Just in case you go into cardiac arrest.
“Geuu …
Despite his groaning and drooling words, Woojin said one more thing.
“There is still one more step left.”
Support support support-
“Kuuuuuuuuu!”
Woojin quickly handcuffed him and tied his arms behind his back.
And he helped Kim Hak-cheol up and kindly patted his clothes.
“If someone saw it, they’d think I rolled it on the floor. That wouldn’t do.”
Woojin pushed him and went into the living room.
There was nothing special in the living room, only soju bottles rolling around. Woojin led him to the kitchen.
Then I pulled out the tissue next to me and grabbed the knife on the sink.
So that your fingerprints don't get on it.
“I think this is the weapon used in the crime?”
"no."
Kim Hak-cheol answered in a slightly softened voice.
“Does this seem right?”
Kim Hak-cheol answered in a more relaxed tone than before.
"no."
“Catch it.”
Woojin slowly shook his head as he forced the knife into his hand.
“I don’t think so.”
Then, Woojin put a knife to the back of his hand and made a gash.
It was a long but very small piece of paper.
It was a raw wound that would not show at all once it healed.
“What, what are you doing!”
Kim Hak-cheol couldn't see what Woo-jin was doing behind him, but he expected it and shouted.
“It’s nothing.”
Woojin threw down the knife and pushed him into the bathroom.
A few rocks and detergents.
And there were shoes in a washbasin full of water.
If you soak it in detergent like this, you know that the blood stains will disappear. You know that if you don't show it, you won't get caught.
Woojin fixed his gaze there and muttered.
“I’ll catch them all.”
At that moment, the cell phone vibrated.
Woojin kept getting phone calls even after meeting Kim Hak-cheol, but he ignored them.
The radio transmission was also leaked.
After checking, I found out that this sender was a senior.
-Where are you, Inma! Why aren't you answering the phone? Didn't you hear the radio?
“We caught the culprit.”
-What about the culprit…? They caught the culprit?
“Yes. I am at Kim Hak-cheol’s house, 300 meters from the crime scene. The clothes he was wearing at the time of the crime were being burned, and his shoes were being washed.”
-What are you talking about? You caught the culprit?”
It was a story that couldn't be helped but be unbelievable.
Even if it was a coincidence that they found the crime weapon, they say they caught the culprit who disappeared for a while.
I thought he was an odd guy, but this wasn't easily accepted either.
"wait a minute."
Woojin immediately switched to speaker phone and asked Kim Hak-cheol.
“Mr. Kim Hak-cheol, is it true that you murdered Ms. Kim Eon-ju?”
As he said that, Woojin raised the taser gun at Kim Hak-cheol as if to show off.
Although he could no longer use the taser gun, Kim Hak-cheol, who had experienced the afterlife of 50,000 volts, had no way of knowing that fact and soon spoke up.
“… … I will turn myself in.”
Woojin turned off the speaker phone and spoke to his senior again.
“It’s a lie that he turned himself in. He swung his knife until the end, and I subdued him with a Taser gun. He was so agile that I had to shoot him three times.”
Kim Hak-cheol opened his eyes wide and looked at Woo-jin.
“When did I… … .”
Woojin was giving a short answer to his senior, Kim Hakcheol, however.
"all right."
Woojin eventually came out of the bathroom and pushed him onto the sofa.
dump.
Woojin said while looking at Kim Hakcheol who was sitting on the sofa.
“Isn’t it soft? It will be your last comfort. Enjoy it gratefully. Oh, you don’t know what gratitude means. You probably don’t even want to feel that way.”
A person floundering in the sea of victim consciousness.
Happiness does not come easily to those who do not know gratitude.
You could also say that you have become a slave to your desires and your hormones have become 'imbalanced'.
“You don’t need to know anything. Keep floundering. It’s unfortunate. I wish you had done the same.”
At that moment, people in police uniforms rushed in with the sound of sirens.
Woojin quickly approached his senior and showed him the back of his hand where the wound was, and spoke as if he was telling a story.
“I thought I was going to die.”
The senior shouted as he looked at the sword that was separated from Woojin's hand.
“Hey! You brat! You should have called for help first. Why are you risking your life doing this alone!”
“I’m sorry. I burned your clothes and soaked your bloody shoes in water.”
The senior took off his hat and swept his hair back.
“Never act alone again. Got it? That’s crazy. What would have happened if you had gotten seriously hurt?”
"sorry."
He sighed and continued speaking.
“We’ll take care of this. Get back here right now. Hurry up.”
"yes?"
“You fly here right now. Go quickly.”
“I don’t think I did anything wrong… … .”
Woojin began to quickly search his mind.
Was it because I was eating tteokbokki with the kids at elementary school yesterday?
Was it over the top to eat sundae back then?
Or maybe it was the sight of him drinking fish cake soup?
As Woojin's expression became serious, the senior spoke again.
“Just drive your car and go right away.”
“Yes, I understand. Loyalty.”
Woojin immediately turned around and moved towards the front door.
At that moment, the senior called Woojin again.
It was because I felt like they had pushed me too hard and tricked me into dying because I was a newbie.
“Woojin.”
"yes?"
“Good job. You were faster than the orchard.”
Woojin answered with a faint smile.
“Thank you. I was lucky.”
“Go quickly.”
* * *
Woojin, who was on his way back driving a police car, suddenly stopped the car at a small intersection, turning off the lights.
As time passed, people were seen here and there, as were cars passing by.
Woojin's gaze was on a place filled with trash.
In that place, where the sound of a cat's cry could be heard, an old lady wearing a mask was rummaging through trash.
The stroller next to her was piled high with empty cans and scrap paper.
Woojin looked at her and the surroundings with shining eyes.
Her circumstances were known to only a few people, and among them, Woojin knew exactly what was going on.
“I’ve been waiting for this day… … . If I just rotate it 60 degrees… … .”
Woojin, who had been watching her like a tiger, quietly stepped on the accelerator.
The car was heading exactly where she was.
Woof-
The car suddenly started to speed away, belching exhaust noise.
and.
thud!
The baby stroller that was hit by the car spun around 60 degrees.
Woojin quickly stopped the car and got out.
“I’m sorry. I was in a hurry and didn’t check the stroller. I’m really sorry. Are you okay?”
She calmed down her startled heart for a moment, then wrinkled her eyes.
He is smiling.
"are you okay."
The car didn't hit her, nor did the stroller that turned around hit her.
Woojin quickly started to stack the cans and waste paper that had fallen from the stroller.
“I am truly sorry.”
She spoke in a kind voice.
“Hahaha. That could be true. You must have had a hard time day and night.”
“What should I do? The stroller is dented.”
"yes?"
She came over and checked the stroller.
As Woojin said, one side of the stroller was slightly dented.
She said it like it was no big deal.
“Oh, it’s okay. There’s no problem in dragging it around.”
Woojin shook his head, reached into his pocket, and held out a white envelope.
“I have to compensate you. Here.”
She waved her hand.
“No. No. I’m really okay. I’m okay~.”
“I’m a police officer, so I’ve seen a lot of things that cause problems later on… … . Here. I’m busy right now. I’m really sorry!”
Woojin forced an envelope into her hand and got into the car and drove away.
Woojin knew her circumstances well.
Raising a first grade grandson on her own, and the fact that her grandson, who wants to be a soccer player, doesn't have soccer cleats, and that she's searching through trash cans in the middle of the night, worried that her grandson might be embarrassed.
She blankly stared at the disappearing police car, then finally checked the envelope.
There were 60 50,000 won bills in it.
Woojin, who was driving, muttered while checking the rearview mirror.
"Okay, it felt natural."
* * *
Upon seeing Woojin return, the police officers' attention immediately turned to Kim Cheol-woong.
Woojin spoke to Kim Cheol-woong in a calm manner.
“Why did you come here?”
Kim Cheol-woong scratched his eyebrow.
“This is really, it’s so sad… … .”
And then he smiled his signature smile.
“I came because I missed you! Why!? I have something to say!”
