The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth - Chapter 29.3

The End of Chu Oh-Myeong (3)

“It’s a fact of life that trash belongs in a trash can. You should look forward to all the friends you’ll meet in prison. Because they’ll make you taste hell both day and night. 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Until your body and mind can’t take it any more, and decides to end things naturally. Got that?”

“…”

“You’ll never get a chance to end things on your own accord. I’ve made sure of that.”

There were a few memorable ones among the prison guards that I had met in my previous life.

Demons whose personalities were such that even the other guards felt ashamed of them.

“Even though you’ll want to die, I’ll make sure that you never ever get to. All the pain that you’ve inflicted on your victims, it will all be returned twofold.”

My heart still ached for her.

The poor victim who was forced to stare at the water lapping at her waist, whilst she was dying of thirst.

Even though the water was right in front of her eyes, the rope tying her wrists left her unable to drink any of it.

All because of this evil bastard….

“All your screams of pain and agony will be completely ignored. Even if you talk to the guards, that will only increase the beatings from your friends. Since that’s the case, you should just take good care of yourself. Do your best, and live in hell for the rest of eternity.”

Chu Oh-Myeong’s face was ghostly pale.

My words were like a curse that had fallen on him from the heavens.

“Th-that’s-”

“Please get ready to escort the prisoner.”

I cut him off and called for the police officers waiting outside.

“Fuck! Hold on a minute!”

I heard his desperate cry, but I ignored it and headed back down to our office.

Lee Sa-Ra was waiting for me in the hallway.

“Go Ji-Hun-ssi. Can we talk for a bit?”

“Mhm. That’s fine with me. But please keep it short, I’m taking a half-day off today.”

“What was your college major?”

“I’m just a high school graduate.”

“If that’s the case, have you ever studied psychology from somewhere else? I’m asking because I just can’t understand. Chu Oh-Myeong scored 36 points on the PCL-R. How on earth did you manage to con someone like that?”

The intelligent Lee Sa-Ra’s eyes were sharp,

On the PCL-R, a diagnostic test for psychopaths, a score of around 25 is usually enough to determine that an individual may show recidivism and personality disorders.

“Wow. 36 points? That’s quite something. Even for that bastard.”

“Please don’t talk in circles.”

He was a guy that even a reputed profiler like her wasn’t able to see through.

So she was curious about how I had managed to dig up the information, just by entering the interrogation room.

However I had nothing that I could say to her.

“I just read it in a book.”

“Which book?”

“It was so long ago that I can’t remember. It just said something like, ‘do this sort of thing to that sort of person’, and such and such.”

“…”

“…”

Lee Sa-Ra’s expression twisted in dissatisfaction.

Then she sighed and waved her hand.

“Enough. I was a fool to expect anything. It’s just that there’s a similar technique in profiling. Where you speak as if you know the future…”

This is why smart people are so exhausting to be around.

I smiled and lightly poked fun at Lee Sa-Ra.

“That’s interesting. Weren’t you someone who values objectivity over everything else?”

“That’s just how the technique works. Anyway, my master happens to be an authority on this sort of thing. Because of this incident, he said that he would like to meet with you, is that okay with you?”

“If I get the time, I don’t mind meeting with him. But I’m usually so busy that I don’t know when that will be.”

In a roundabout way, I was expressing a refusal.

However, Lee Sa-Ra simply turned around as if she didn’t care in the slightest.

“If you change your mind, please contact me. I’ll make your excuses to my master. Ah, and enjoy your half-day.”

“Yes. Well then. Keep up the good work.”

As soon as I entered the office, Black started chuckling.

Every time, it was the same thing. He was bringing ‘that’ up again.

“Yoooo, has the ‘hero’ arrived?”

Ugh. If only he wasn’t my hyung, I’d pop him a good one.

“Stop it with all that ‘hero’ nonsense. You’re giving me goosebumps.”

“What, it’s not like I stuck that title on you? What’s wrong with me repeating what everyone on the internet is saying?”

Mong-Doo, who was sitting beside him, also added to his words with a laugh.

“It’s really a case of a handsome clothes-hanger making any sort of outfit look good. They took a lot of photos, but they all came out looking like movie posters.”

Someone had filmed my appearance as I ran out of the house, holding the victim in my arms.

A woman wrapped up in a blanket and my own desperate figure. All while the siren lights were illuminating the surroundings.

The angle had come out surprisingly well.

While doing my best to ignore them, I set down some documents.

“All done. You guys know I’m taking a half-day off right? I’m heading out after I tidy everything up.”

“Oh man. That sounds good. Did you say that today was your dad’s birthday?”

“Yep. It’s been a while since we last saw each other, so I thought that I’d go.”

Even without Director Kim’s insistence that I had to attend, I was already thinking about going.

Because although he was a stranger to me, he still treated me like I was his own son.

“That’s right. Is Gunbaek doing okay? I heard the redevelopment was delayed.”