Regression Reset Life of Police

Chapter 4

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A time when school meals have not yet been implemented.

The snack bar in front of the school and the stationery store selling cup noodles were full of students.

Luckily, the three who sat right in the vacant seat ordered.

I'd like three servings of kimbap, tteokbokki, fried food, and fish cake, please!"

Kim So-young and Park Soo-ho's faces brightened up.

Students always have light pockets.

"Yeah, wait a minute!"

Jong-hyuk saw the two.

"Let's eat lightly and order more if it's not enough."

"Yes!"

Even if you chew on iron, you'll be hungry if you turn around.

Kim So-young and Park Soo-ho's mouth was full of saliva.

"Right, the scope of the note test is……."

Serious Park Soo-ho presented a practice book he had brought, and Jong-hyuk and So-young blinked.

"Did you bring it?"

"Yes, just Korean. Kim Soyoung, what about you?"

"In my place. You can study after you finish eating, you idiot."

"Huh?"

Park Soo-ho's face turned red.

I'm very motivated.’

It was a good thing.

Jong-hyuk defended Park Soo-ho.

"You can do it before you eat. Thank you, Suho."

"Yes! First of all, the scope of the test is……."

Park Soo-ho, who smiled brightly, explained the scope of the test, and Kim So-young pouted her lips.

Kim So-young, who was expressing her sulkness by crossing her arms, narrowed her forehead when no one cared.

Chit!

Only then did she peek at Jong-hyuk and bite his lips when she realized that this was really a place to study.

"Hey, that's not how you explain it."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Give it to me!"

Since then, studying has been led by Kim So-young.

Ho? That's easy to explain.’

He was surprisingly talented.

Jong-hyuk and Park Soo-ho soon fell in love with her explanation, and So-young was amazed at how soon she understood and asked questions.

You're smart.

She felt better for no reason.

"Oh, come all the way here to study? They're good students! Eat this first. I'll give you the rest soon."

The atmosphere of study was disturbed by the smell of tteokbokki and fish cake.

Jong-hyuk smirked in the eyes of both fast-paced notebooks and street food.

"Let's eat."

"Huh? Oh, no. Just a little more...…."

"Eating comes first in Geumgangsan Mountain, so you can eat and study."

Kim So-young and Park Soo-ho, who had been in conflict, soon removed their notebooks.

"Well, shall we?"

"Thank you for the meal! Thank you for the food!"

"Yes, eat a lot."

Jong-hyuk looked pleased at the two fighting forks. If you eat well, you will look pretty.

Adding three more ramen and three more tteokbokki to 12 servings of street food, they left the snack bar with a chubby stomach.

'Yay, this isn't enough.’

Only half full.

It was unthinkable before returning, when two-thirds of the stomach was cut out and couldn't eat more than half a bowl of rice.

Thinking that he should work part-time, Jong-hyuk shined his eyes when he saw Park Soo-ho's bright face.

Now that I relaxed by feeding them, I had to do business.

"I'm going to have coffee, would you like some?"

"Oh, I'm...."

Kim So-young's eyes shook for some reason.

"Ker, coffee? Can a student drink something like that?"

Jong-hyuk and Kim So-young stared blankly at Park Soo-ho.

Park Soo-ho's face turned red again.

"No, my mom told me to go to college and drink something like that.…I'm not tall."

"Huh, I really believe that...….’

"What? Don't you get taller if you drink coffee?"

Jong-hyuk's head turned.

"I'm glad I didn't drink! I didn't drink coffee because my mom told me she'd sleep at 4 a.m. when she drank coffee!"

Jong-hyuk smiled softly.

It was so naive. No matter how lack of mass media development, I was embarrassed because I didn't know I would be this naive.

"Guys, drinking coffee doesn't mean you won't be able to sleep and not grow."’

But this was the taste of the old days.

So far, a lot of things have been naive.

Feeling better, Jong-hyuk tapped both of them on the back.

"Then drink cocoa."

"Good!"

Their eyes were sparkling again.

After picking coffee and cocoa from a coffee vending machine next to the stationery store, Jong-hyuk fell far from the school's main entrance to take a walk.

School, Park Soo-ho, had to move away from a nightmare.

Soon the noise the students were making disappeared, and the three faces were loosened by the sweetness.

Jong-hyuk saw Park Soo-ho, whose boundaries were completely lifted.

"You've had a hard time with the bullies, haven't you?"

Flinch!

Park Soo-ho, who saw Kim So-young, nodded after agonizing over it.

On his pale face, perhaps frightened by the thought of it, Jong-hyuk patted his back.

"You don't have to worry anymore. I won't be able to make a fuss anymore."

Park Soo-ho, who raised his head, saw Jong-hyuk.

His eyes shook.

I want to believe it, but I can't.

Park Soo-ho was incredible because he was the scariest creature in the world.

"Ha, but...…."

Park Su-ho knows.

Even if it is quiet now, it will definitely be active again after some time.

"Don't worry, I'll sue you all."

"Charge?"

The two, with their eyes wide open, stared blankly at Jong-hyuk, a bandaged head.

"Attempted murder and mass assault by unwritten intentions, even if they get out of the way out of the way. No matter who the judge is, it's always five years."

The problem is the juvenile law of beggars.….' Jong-hyuk frowned, and the two couldn't get their heads together at the professional words.

"Five years?"

"The two or three leaders are confirmed. Will the rest of the ttakkari get a year? Well, even if you get half a year, you'll be expelled."

Park Soo-ho's eyes trembled.

He grabbed the solar plexus.

"Well, really? You're not gonna see them again? You don't have to watch it?"

Kim So-young's face was distorted by his tearful appearance. This is because the sight of Park Soo-ho in pain poked my heart.

She unknowingly comforted Park Soo-ho by sweeping his arm down.

Jong-hyuk nodded inwardly as he looked at Park Su-ho, who put strength in his eyes to the consolation.

Empathy and comfort in sadness. I brought her here for this.

Jong-hyuk smiled.

"Why? Can't you believe it? You think they're too easy to handle?"

……nods.

"He, they, we're students. Do you think teachers, adults, will deal with it?"

The distrust was so intense, but Jong-hyuk was rather pleased. This is because Park Soo-ho has just taken off the shadow of the first batch.

To do anything with a definite answer to a question.

This is a great development compared to how he was intimidated and surprised in the classroom.

This is because there are people who sympathize with the pain.

But the taste was bitter.

'That's right, that's right. The teachers.’

At this time of year, and after this, school violence is a shush.

Park Soo-ho's distrust also stems from this.

Teachers urging victims to reconcile.

Adults who think they're making a big deal out of just a few hits.

And the bullies who become more cruel because of that.

Detective Jong-hyuk couldn't accept that.

"I believe, if you've sinned, you deserve to be punished!"

Park Soo-ho was despondent by the serious and confident appearance of Jong-hyuk.

"You really do? This easy?’

A nightmare that started in the second grade of middle school.

Demons who kept their feet locked every morning.

Demons who forced me to work part-time.

It disappears just by reporting it to the police station.

Why was it so hard for me? Why was I scared?’

In the end, tears dripped down from Park Soo-ho's eyes.

"Suho..."

When Kim So-young's eyes turned red, Jong-hyuk's expression became mischievous.

It was now.

"But there's a way to screw them up more?"

"……How?!"

Jong-hyuk explained how, and their eyes were wide open.

"Really? Is that possible?"

"It's absolutely possible. But Suho, I need your help to do that."

Flinch!

"My help? Am I helpful?"

"Yes, very much. Can you help me?"

'I'll help you...…help Choi Jong-hyuk……? Me? Pit-a-pat!

My heart beat hard.

"Yeah! What can I do to help?""

Jong-hyuk's mouth was torn open.

"How much money have you lost so far?"

"……Huh?"

Park Soo-ho and Kim So-young did not understand the meaning of the question.

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Rumbling.

An office with desks and convex monitors without even changing partitions.

Countless people knock on the computer, make or answer calls.

Unlike other messy desks, someone approached a man in his early thirties who was sitting at a particularly neat desk tapping the keyboard.

"Youngil! I got a quick message from you."

"To me?"

Park Young-il's eyes got bigger when he noticed something in the yellow envelope in his junior's hand.

"Give it to me!"

He opened the large envelope and flipped it over, smiling brightly at the falling ball tape.

"As expected!"

He quickly picked up the stationery inside.

Dear reporter Park Young-il, I go to the same high school...….>

"Oh, high school."

Park Young-il, a journalist in the social affairs department who had lost her excitement, read it as if she could chew on it because she didn't have enough posture to follow soon.

Reporters around him wondered about his sudden devastation.

After reading until the end and hearing the contents of the tape, he jumped up and headed to the manager.

"Manager, please read this."

"What is it?"

The manager's face was distorted while reading the letter he received.

"Hey, this is just a kids' gang fight. Do I have to read this in my spare time?"

"Just keep reading."

"……Let's read it all and see."

They are journalists. Hanging on days and days if there's only one percent certainty.

The manager, who was reading the letter in a state of mindfulness, soon straightened up. And after reading it all, he narrowed his forehead and saw Park Young-il.

"Hey, how big is it to lose money from your kids?"

According to the letter, there are a total of 14 classes, and more than three people per class were paying at least 100,000 won a month.

The minimum calculation is more than 50 million won a year.

It costs 50 million won and a decent year-end apartment.

Calculate it as three years, not a year! And extort it from a daily cafe or your girlfriend's birthday! These bastards aren't just gangsters, they're gangsters! Here's a recording of the victim's statement!"

"Oh, yeah, that's true. These bastards aren't students...…Wait, student? Youth?

Park Young-il, who thought of something for a moment, and the manager's eyes popped up.

"Hey, what do you think about juvenile law or shit?"

"Of course I don't. You're already talking a lot."

"Right?"

Riding motorcycles, fighting.

You smoke, you rip open, you run away, you cause trouble.

There was a lot of talk about why they protected such children, but the law did not change.

Park Young-il and his manager also couldn't understand why they wanted to protect such children.

Tap, tap.

The manager who was tapping the desk with his index finger saw Park Young-il.

His eyes opened thin.

"Let me ask you a question. You're going to do this alone, right?"

The sentence of the letter is very neat, neat, and easy to understand to play with.

The pain that has been suffered so far is conveyed desperately.

This is absolutely true without confirming the facts. The manager was able to bet on 25 years of experience as a reporter.

"…...turn it around and grow the board? Are you trying to pressure the house upstairs?"

"Hey, the pressure. How can I be such a black sheep? But... I can give you some advice. The advice that old bridges should be repaired."

'Advice to repair the bridge properly when it is time to make something useless called the Youth Protection Act.' Park Young-il's eyes suddenly cooled.

"The article is mine."

"Hey, do you think I'm the kind of bastard who steals a junior knight?"

"……."

"…Let's do Sabasabah to the boss. I'm having a hard time these days."

"Okay, then I'm going for a knight."

"Use it as delicately as you can! I believe!"

The manager, who shouted loudly, picked up his phone and called another newspaper.

"It's me, Mr. Fang. What do you think of school violence?"

-......the same high school?

"I'm hanging up."

The manager, who hung up the phone, shouted again.

"Youngil! Hurry up and write it! I'll put it on the front page of the evening paper today!"

"Yep!"

The manager jumped up and ran to the editor. It took his strength to remove the front page of the evening paper, which will be out in two hours.

So Korean newspapers began to get busy, and whether they knew it or not, Jong-hyuk laughed bitterly, touching the remaining ball tape.

I didn't think Suho would be enough.’

Park Soo-ho has lost more than 3 million won since his second year of middle school.

Of course, it wasn't enough to be solved by the student's allowance, and he worked part-time without his parents knowing to cover the money.

Flyer part-time, gas station part-time, etc.

Other children were no different.

That's how they made their money, and they were robbing the victims of their hard-earned money.

It wasn't theft or extortion, it was robbery.

Based on the damage, the total estimated damage is calculated, and there is no gang.

So I don't collect any other statements and I know them right away...… No, I tossed it to reporters I knew when I was a detective.

I'll just file a complaint and it'll be buried.’

It's just a student case. Compared to countless violent incidents, the level is relatively low.

It was clear that the investigation would not even be conducted properly, and secondary damage would occur.

If so, it can be made into a violent case.

It means that you can grow the board.

This is what school violence is all about.’

It doesn't feel that big when you take it apart, but it's shocking when combined.

Adults just don't care.

It's going to be a mess.’

Even so, it is a time when juvenile delinquents become more serious day by day. There were also many comments about juvenile law, saying, "Why are you protecting these guys?"

But the Government are not responding.

There was no willingness to amend the juvenile law.

The same is true of the future. No, it's getting worse.

In March this year, the Youth Protection Act was enacted.

A bill that prevents teenagers from harming harmful substances such as harmful places and cigarettes.

In a situation where there are many juvenile delinquents who believe in juvenile law, can they stop them from smoking or comic book cafes?

It was meaningless.

There were many people who said it was desk administration.

But there's this big school violence?

This is an issue unconditionally.

I could be sure because it was a method I used to use when I was under pressure as a detective.

"Well, even a national assemblyman can't stop this."