#176. Peace. 12
“The gate is breaking down. The gate is breaking down! Who are you!”
A man's voice came in rough tones from inside the gate.
Woojin said as he ended the call.
“Is Mr. Im Jin-kyung here? The courier delivery has arrived. I need to get your autograph.”
“Oh, what did you order me to do again?”
The front door was pulled inward and opened with an unpleasant sound.
Yoon Jang-jun’s figure immediately appeared in Woo-jin’s sight.
The eyes visible under the seagull's eyebrows are thin and without double eyelids.
The nose is beaked and the lips are thin.
The chin is angled and the shoulders look strong.
At that moment, Yoon Jang-jun's narrow eyes, which had been scanning Woo-jin up and down, became even narrower and turned into flounder eyes.
“What? You said quick?”
There was nothing in Woojin's hand.
“Oh, here it is.”
Woojin took the handcuffs out of his arms and held them out.
“You do it yourself. Should I fill it for you?”
“Fuck!”
Yoon Jang-jun slammed the door shut roughly. No.
bang!
Woojin's foot kicked the door that was about to close.
Thanks to that, Yoon Jang-jun was hit by the front door and collapsed.
As Woojin strode inside, Yoon Jangjun stood up hurriedly and snickered.
“Ana… … . I was going to be unlucky. That’s right. I stole that golden toad. Now, fill it up.”
Woojin's foot dug into his chest as he obediently held out both hands.
puck!
“Ugh!”
He fell backwards once again and tapped his chest as if he was frustrated at the place where he had been hit.
“Cough, cough! Isn’t this an abuse of power!?”
“That’s okay with me.”
Woojin bent one knee in front of him and met his eyes.
“You’ve put a lot of thought into it. A golden toad? Is that a device to cover up a murder? That would be a great way to fool the police if you go to prison for a bit.”
His narrow eyes widened slightly and Woojin continued speaking.
“Take me. To where the loot is hidden. Otherwise, I’ll do it my way. I’ll grab you by the hair and drag you away.”
His eyes moved around.
Woojin knew the meaning better than anyone else.
“Guide, please.”
"All right."
He limped out of his seat, opened the sliding door, and went inside.
Woojin followed right behind him,
Break!
A kitchen knife was placed at Woojin's neck, as if something was always prepared in front of the door.
But it was stopped with a light tap from Woojin's hand.
“It’s obvious. I saw where your eyes lingered for a moment. I’ve heard that squints are stronger than others, but that’s not necessarily true.”
I can feel the hard calluses on his hands.
Boom!
“Eww!”
His wrist, which had been holding the sword, snapped downward.
“Your live-in girlfriend, Im Jin-kyung, is at the police station. I think you know what I mean.”
“Ugh!”
Woojin said, looking at him holding his wrist in pain.
“You guys seem to have a knack for making people repeat the same thing over and over again, so I guess my way might be better.”
Woojin tore the curtains from one window and wrapped the circular curtain around his neck like a dog collar.
“It suits you well.”
“Ugh! Ugh… Who are you? You’re not a police officer, are you?”
Aren't you acting like you're trying to kill yourself?
“I think there should be police officers like me. Okay, then, shall we go look for our treasure?”
“Ugh!”
As Woojin pulled the curtain he was holding, he started to be dragged on all fours.
Of course, one of my wrist joints went out, so I had to crawl on my elbow.
I couldn't even stand up.
It was because at that moment, Woojin pulled the curtain that he was holding like a dog collar.
“Ugh!”
Woojin pulled the curtain and brought his face close to hers sadly.
“Are you here?”
It was almost like letting a dog sniff the scenery.
“Let me untie this… .”
Woojin didn't listen to him.
This time, he stepped on his neck and made him look under the bed.
His face turned bright red as if blood was about to burst out.
“It doesn’t seem to be here either.”
“Okay, wardrobe… . Snap! Snap!”
Woojin dragged him along, pulling the curtain over his shoulder as if using a lever.
Because of that, Yoon Jang-jun's back slipped and he was dragged away.
Struggling was no use.
From the beginning, Woojin restricted his actions by putting pressure on his neck like training a dog.
Woojin opened the window and said.
“There isn’t any?”
“Drawer! Drawer!”
Knock knock.
When I opened the drawer, I saw some precious metals in a red basket.
It looked like they had been stolen and then thrown away, tangled together.
The lack of management means that precious metals are not the goal.
He killed Shin Hee-yeon, who dreamed of a future with her husband, in one fell swoop.
I'm talking about her smiling happily in the photo.
The purpose is murder.
Woojin slowly added more strength to the curtain he was holding onto and spoke while looking at the precious metal.
“This one was stolen from the east. This one from the west. And this one from the north. They traveled all over the country looking for work. That sounds plausible.”
He must have been out and about trying to commit murder.
And then set a target and observe it for a long period of time.
This also applies to the people around the target.
They use CCTV and disguise themselves.
To kill people.
As Woojin sat down on his stomach, Yoon Jangjun took a deep breath like a pig squealing.
“How many people have you killed? Even though their lives were hard, they must have been happy. They had hope, dreaming of the future. But you ruined it all. Tell me. How many people have you killed?”
“Ha, one. One… .”
Woojin suddenly got up, picked up the dropped knife, and closed the door.
And it doesn't stop there.
Click.
I locked the door.
Yoon Jang-jun, who had been watching the scene, quickly untied the curtain from around his neck and spat out a word.
“What, what are you doing! You’re not a cop! You’re not a cop! What the hell are you doing!”
Woojin, who let his words go in one ear and out the other, quickly pulled his arm away.
The lightning-like wound that extended down to his wrist was clearly visible.
Woojin looked at the wound for a moment, then muttered and placed the knife on his forearm.
“I think of these kinds of wounds as my karma.”
And I drew it shallow.
As Woojin lowered his arm, raindrops dripped down his fingers.
“You crazy bastard…! Yeah! Let’s do this, okay!? Hey! You’re trying to do it with me right now, you beggar!”
Yoon Jang-jun, who was screaming loudly, looked around as if he was looking for something.
"You're fucking!"
Chaenggrang!
Yoon Jang-jun smashed the window with his fist and grabbed the pieces in his hand.
“Look here! Look here! This little shit!”
Woojin asked him.
“Ms. Kim Hee-yeon, why did you kill her?”
“Do you think there’s a reason why people kill people? That bitch was laughing because the weather was so nice. That’s why I killed her. Why?”
Woojin tilted his head to the side.
Boom!
I approached him with a cracking sound in my joints.
“You have the right to remain silent, to have an attorney represent you, and to refuse to testify against yourself in court.”
“Come in, you little shit!”
* * *
A few days later.
At 9 o'clock in the evening, a broadcast about Yoon Jang-jun was being broadcast.
[A murder case that almost remained unsolved after the culprit of the one-room murder case was arrested…]
There were a total of five victims who were killed by Yoon Jang-jun. Those who saw this were engulfed in anger. No, they were horrified.
Not only did he thoroughly plan the crime and use the acquaintances of the victims to make the investigation difficult, but he also created small crimes so that he could be sent to prison at any time.
[Surprisingly, the person who caught the culprit was a civilian. He resisted to the end, swinging a knife…]
Sergeant Kim, who was watching the news with his backpack on, clicked his tongue and said.
“There are more than one or two crazy guys.”
Woojin, who was dressed as a police officer next to me and had puppy dog eyes, nodded.
“He’s a bad guy.”
“Those people should be sentenced to death. Death penalty.”
Woojin nodded again this time.
I showed him death a few times.
It made me feel like I was going to die several times.
There were five times in total.
“But shouldn’t we give them an award for bravery?”
The announcer's words flowed out as if in response to Chief Kim's words.
[Person A was reluctant to expose himself, saying he was just doing what was expected. They say he left behind some impressive words?]
[Yes. It is said that he left behind the words, ‘If you do something bad, I will come to you.’ It was as if he was giving a warning to criminals… .]
Officer Kim laughed heartily.
“I don’t know who you are, but you’re an amazing friend! Hahaha!”
Woojin didn't nod this time.
Because he wasn't a great person, he was just an ordinary person.
It was an action that reflected Woojin's desire to become ordinary.
“Officer Kim, I’m going to leave work now.”
“Okay, thank you for your hard work. Don’t go off on a tangent.”
After saying that, Officer Kim looked at Woojin with suspicious eyes.
After work, aren't you out looking for a lost dog or secretly plowing the field that an old couple is working on?
So I asked.
'What are you doing now, Officer Shin?'
'I am constantly working on improving my shoveling skills so that they don't become dull.'
If you ask him to help a pregnant cow give birth, he might run away without looking back, saying, "Life is precious."
There were so many other anecdotes that it would be difficult to list them all.
“Go home and get some rest.”
“Yes. Good luck!”
Tomorrow is another day off.
Woojin greeted his seniors and went outside.
And I looked up at the night sky.
The weather was nice and the stars were visible.
If we look at the composition of a star like the sun, hydrogen makes up 70% and helium makes up 28%… .
Woojin, who was thinking about the ingredients of stars, blocked out any further thoughts.
And he said with a faint smile.
“It’s pretty.”
There are times when it is not necessary to know the essence and think deeply.
Now was the time.
I decided to think of beauty as something that remains beautiful.
“The wind is nice too.”
In this way, Woojin was gradually becoming more and more self-conscious.
Little by little, I learned to enjoy my emotions.
* * *
The next day.
Woojin was playing rock-paper-scissors with an elementary school student wearing soccer sneakers in front of an elementary school snack shop.
“Rock, paper, scissors!”
Woojin blinked, and the elementary school student screamed in delight.
“Oh yeah! One more tteok-kkochi!”
I was playing rock-paper-scissors with a kid who dreams of becoming a soccer player.
If Woojin played rock-paper-scissors with this elementary school student, he would 100% lose.
Of course, I was watching.
After Woojin gave the money to the snack shop owner, he spoke to the child.
“Let’s do mukjjippa next time.”
"great!"
Woojin left with a faint smile.
And then I immediately caught a taxi.
I ran for a full three hours.
We stopped at a rest stop along the way and enjoyed hot bar and udon with the taxi driver.
After climbing the winding mountain, the taxi stopped.
“Good luck.”
“Oh my~! Thank you. Have a nice day.”
widely.
Woojin got out of the car, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
The moist air filled my lungs and I felt refreshed.
Within moments, Woojin's feet began to move.
In front of his eyes, a large villa with a mountain at its back was waiting for Woojin.
