#174. peace. 10
Woojin dragged her straight into the living room.
dump.
He threw her down and grabbed her by the hair.
Then he shows the knife he prepared and says something.
Soon, Woojin lets go of her hair and her severed hair falls to the floor.
Woojin moved her to the room and inside.
Moved the sword.
She tried to defend herself with her hand, but the sharp knife went straight through her spleen.
The blood only splattered a little, slowly trickling down her top. Slowly.
Woojin, who had been covering her mouth, watched the scene quietly and then soon returned to reality.
“I have nothing to give you.”
Park Ho-min, with a gaunt appearance, handed Woo-jin a can of coffee.
Then I glanced at Woojin once more.
For a police officer, the thought suddenly crossed his mind that he was handsome, if not handsome at all.
"thank you."
Woojin, who received a can of coffee, looked around at the things around him.
The broken small picture frame seen in the on-site photos did not appear to have been moved.
Woojin looked at their wedding photo hanging large on one wall.
The smiling faces of the two were captured in a photo as the crime took place.
The incident occurred one year after they got married, and they were both covered by life insurance.
But Woojin wasn't interested in that.
“You haven’t moved yet.”
“Yes. I felt like I was running away for no reason. I was thinking a lot about our Hee-yeon… … Please catch that bastard. Please.”
Woojin asked, nodding his head.
“You said nothing was missing. Was that really true?”
Park Ho-min shook his head at Woo-jin's question, which was asking the same question as Detective Kim Tae-hyun.
"yes."
Woojin slowly looked at the furniture and objects and opened his mouth again.
“Shall we change the situation and talk about it?”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s assume that the deceased is not Shin Hee-yeon, but Park Ho-min.”
Park Ho-min's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Because I had no clue what it meant.
Woojin continued speaking.
“If Shin Hee-yeon was here instead of Park Ho-min, I would have asked similar questions. Was anything missing? Any valuables?”
“I think Hee-yeon probably said the same thing to me.”
“Let me ask you the question a little differently this time.”
“Ms. Shin Hee-yeon, where does your husband usually keep the remote control? Do you know where he hides his emergency funds?”
Park Ho-min's eyes widened slightly.
At that sight, Woojin could feel that he had realized his intentions.
Actually, Park Ho-min thought so.
I once checked my emergency fund hidden at home when I was questioned by the police and asked if anything was missing.
The emergency fund was still there.
“The same goes for the remote control. Sometimes, even when you use it, you look for where you put it. It’s because you don’t pay much attention to it. It doesn’t mean that Park Ho-min wasn’t interested in Shin Hee-yeon. It just means that there are many things that couples don’t know about each other. They don’t know where they keep their frequently used valuables or items. They don’t know where they secretly hide their emergency funds. There are many other things that they don’t know about each other if they don’t tell each other.”
He rubbed his face as if he was washing his face dry.
Woojin continued speaking while bringing the canned coffee to his lips.
“I understand. Your wife passed away, your mind was not stable, and you must have been exhausted from the police investigation. You must not have had time to calmly think about it under the pressure of the investigation.”
In cases like this where the evidence was insufficient, Woojin took a step-by-step approach.
Try to fit the puzzle together, if it doesn't fit, throw it away, and try again with another piece.
Anyway, the board has been set, so all you have to do is fit the pieces together.
“Can I see your room?”
“Okay, then.”
At Woojin's words, Park Homin opened the door to the room.
Suddenly.
The scenery inside the room came into Woojin's eyes.
The bed that had been there was removed, but everything else was left as is.
“Even if it’s painful, you have to answer my question. What time does Shin Hee-yeon usually go to bed?”
“Around 11 o’clock… .”
Shin Hee-yeon seemed to be caught in Park Ho-min's eyes.
Lying in bed, playing with my phone.
'Hey, look at this baby. Isn't he cute?'
I dreamed of a child.
Park Ho-min let out a trembling sigh and his eyes grew hot.
Woojin said while looking at the dressing table.
“After you wash up, you must sit at this dressing table.”
Woojin was putting Park Homin under a kind of hypnosis through his words.
So that I can recall her past in more detail.
Park Ho-min gritted his teeth.
I missed Shin Hee-yeon so much, sitting at the dressing table, putting on a white pack, and looking at me with a bashful expression.
He answered briefly in a wet voice.
"yes."
Woojin nodded and asked the question again.
“When you go to bed, do you tend to leave out any cumbersome things?”
Woojin examined his expression.
The pupils that had been moving left and right are seen momentarily moving upward.
I was well into the past.
“I usually wear a necklace, but I take it off when I sleep.”
“What kind of necklace is that?”
There was no necklace around the neck of Shin Hee-yeon, who was found dead at the scene.
Park Ho-min rubbed his eyes.
They didn't do anything right.
So I was saving up an emergency fund… .
"under…."
Park Ho-min ran his fingers through his hair, but he couldn't quite remember what kind of necklace it was.
“Don’t be impatient. You’ll remember. Aren’t you wearing earrings?”
“The earrings are….”
Suddenly, Park Ho-min's eyes opened wide.
Then his gaze was fixed on the dressing table.
Come to think of it, next to my cosmetics, there was always a thin gold necklace there.
“Nail ruba… .”
It was a very thin necklace made of 14K gold in the shape of a necklace.
and.
It was a set.
An earring and necklace set that costs less than 300,000 won.
Park Ho-min started searching the room as if he was possessed.
Curses came out of his mouth reflexively.
“Fuck… …Fuck, fucking shit… .”
It was a voice close to sobbing.
No matter how much I searched, I couldn't find the necklace or earrings.
Could it be that he killed Hee-yeon just to steal a necklace and earrings that weren't worth much?
Just, just… .
Heeyeon was so pitiful and pitiful.
Unlike other women who were concerned about this and that, Hee-yeon got married thinking only about herself and her love.
This is Hee-yeon, who married me when I had no money.
There were so many things I couldn't do.
Park Ho-min, who was rummaging through the wardrobe, opened his mouth to Woo-jin with bloodshot eyes.
“None. No necklace and, oh no! No earrings. None.”
Woojin nodded.
The puzzles and algorithms click into place.
In other words, the probability that it was not the work of an acquaintance has increased.
If you guide hints like this, they can suddenly pop up anywhere.
“Do you happen to have a photo of Shin Hee-yeon wearing that necklace and earrings?”
“Okay, just a moment.”
He began to quickly scroll through his phone.
Woojin looked at the wedding ring he was wearing on his finger.
The ring on the deceased Shin Hee-yeon's finger was not taken off because her initials were engraved on it.
“Here. Here.”
Park Ho-min held out his cell phone as if asking me to look at it.
Woojin nodded and answered, looking at Shin Hee-yeon, who was smiling brightly inside the LCD.
“Can you send me this photo?”
Woojin immediately received the photo from him.
“I will contact you.”
“That kid… … Please hold on to him. I beg you.”
Park Ho-min held it with both hands as if begging.
Tears flow down Park Ho-min's cheeks and drip onto the back of his hand.
“I will contact you.”
* * *
Woojin, who had come out, took in the sight of the one-room building and held his cell phone to his ear.
“It’s me. Shin Woojin.”
It was Cha Joo-hyuk of SH Strategy.
“Did you see the photo I sent you?”
-Yes, I checked.
“I have a necklace and earrings. Please search all the gold shops and pawn shops in Seoul and Gyeonggi. See if there is anyone who sold the necklace and earrings in the photo. I don’t care how much money you have. I don’t care if you call on all the detective agencies and mercenaries in the country. Please act immediately. Please mention a reward to the first person to find them.”
-All right.
Woojin turned around after finishing the call.
A car was coming, and soon Kim Tae-hyun came out of the stopped car.
“Shin Woojin!”
Kim Tae-hyun approached Woo-jin with a deep smile.
And he hugged me with both arms and patted my shoulder.
“It’s hard to see your face like this.”
“I guess you haven’t been home for a few days.”
Kim Tae-hyun said as he pulled away from Woo-jin.
“Tina? Did you wash your hair today?”
Woojin nodded.
“Yes. It’s tea.”
“Anyway, I said there is no such thing as a fortune teller.”
Woojin said with a faint smile.
“It’s the government, the police.”
Kim Tae-hyun shook his head and laughed.
“If you’re coming, make sure to tell my brother before you come.”
Woojin's gaze turned to the side.
My gaze lingered on a laborer in his daily attire walking towards me, shaking off his clothes with his work gloves.
“He must be someone who doesn’t have a proper job.”
“Huh? What?”
“He is the culprit.”
“Right? Doesn’t that seem like a common crime?”
“High probability. And the necklace and earrings are missing.”
Woojin continued speaking while looking at the entrance of the one-room building.
“The person suspected as the prime suspect went into the studio, but we couldn’t see him come out. The police suspect that he escaped through the window, but the suspect was wearing a bag. After committing the murder, he changed into the clothes he had prepared in the bag. Then he put the bag on the other side and put on a windbreaker. It’s like someone with a bulging belly. If you watch the video again, the man in the windbreaker walks too lightly compared to his body size. The wrinkles in his clothes are also strange. If you suspect him, the details match.”
“After committing murder and stealing valuables, he changed his clothes and leisurely slipped out?”
“Yes. But that precious metal is too cheap. No, it must have been very special to Shin Hee-yeon. That’s why I’m angry. I sent a picture of that precious metal to Detective Kim.”
Kim Tae-hyun checked his cell phone and immediately called someone.
“Enlarge the photo I just sent you and take it to the pawn shop right now!”
Darkness seemed to be settling low in Woojin's eyes.
“The killer must have been watching the victim for some reason. He knew the area and even the people living in the studio apartment.”
The reason is probably because they want to kill me.
Precious metals are merely a reward for achieving one's own satisfaction.
* * *
7pm.
Woojin was receiving a call from Cha Joo-hyuk.
-This is a pawn shop in Pyeongtaek. It is located at the main gate of K55.
It was a place called Little Itaewon because there were many foreigners.
Woojin, who was looking down from the third floor coffee shop, answered.
“Please prepare a vehicle. The fastest one.”
Woojin did not tell Kim Taehyun this fact.
The reason was simple.
It was just to catch it with my own hands.
