Regression Reset Life of Police

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Han Sang-won, a criminal created by the dark ages.

On the one hand, he said, "A clothing that only robs rich families."

He said he became a demon after he was humiliated in front of his children because he did not give his teacher a village when he was in elementary school.

"Darn it."

The criminal was a criminal no matter what excuse.

There are a thousand times more people who have grown up to be good even though they have lived hard.

Of course, I can treat you like a person if you repent, even if you happen to be a criminal, but Han Sang-won is not that kind of person.

He used to make excuses even when he wrote his autobiography.

I'll be back. Do you need anything?

Jong-hyuk, who was lying on the bed next to the window with a large headset on his stomach, pulled himself up.

It's not a master bedroom, but a wiretap that was weak as if it was somewhere else.

It didn't seem to have been smashed, but it was inevitable to bother me.

Future, eavesdropping devices for those who monitor the criminal's family or cooperate with the investigation. It is double hidden in the voice device of a talking doll, so even people who are careful about everything can be fooled.

Unless you open the voice device.

This was ordered by Jong-hyuk himself in the back alley of Cheonggyecheon Stream.

Jong-hyuk held his breath.

No. I'm going to go out for a bit today because I'm frustrated.

What?

Jong-hyuk barely endured the scream that was about to burst out.

I expected to hear Han Sang-won's voice within today, but I didn't really expect to hear it.

"You let your guard down because you're in the house?"

He quickly developed his vocal range.

You gonna be okay?

I'll be out in the middle of the night.

"You're leaving?"

My whole body was on edge for a moment.

Han Sang-won, who couldn't catch it because he had a good hunch.

Jong-hyuk listened carefully.

And... I'm sorry I kept you working.

'You put the doll near the shoe rack. Did you throw it in the trash?’

The sound sounds like thunder.

You're saying that again. You can't walk around proudly. I'm doing it because I like it.

-......I'm sorry. And I love you.

Bite, bird kiss, I couldn't hear it because I was nauseating.

"There are so many things to do. A loser's excuse is."

The Pillar West, glorified as a bad man by several later films.

He's just a loser who sends women to businesses because he doesn't want to make money.

Taking off her headset, Jong-hyuk walked to the window with a book and caught Yumi walking out to the entrance of the mansion.

As she approached the supermarket, she had a conversation with the supermarket lady.

The movements of their hands, feet, and lips were roughly like this.

It's not about that young man who moved into the studio.

'Good young man. Don't look at me.’

It was a conversation like this.

Reading method naturally learned to overhear criminals' conversations in situations where eavesdroppers cannot be installed.

"You're suspicious."

As she turned around stamping her feet to see if what the super lady said hurt her feelings, she picked up her cell phone.

Looking at the lip movement, it roughly meant, "I really moved in."

It was predictable who he called right away.

Then, when she made eye contact with Jong-hyuk, she smiled and waved, and Jong-hyuk hesitated and raised his hand with the book.

Smiling, she walked away lightly, and as she turned around, Jong-hyuk's eyes turned cold.

"That woman…… hmm."

Ding dong ding dong!

In a hurry to hide the buggy by throwing the quilt, Jong-hyuk opened the front door.

A small barrel of pungent smell came out.

"Bachelor, do you like green onion kimchi?"

"I love you!"

The super lady, who was looking inside, burst into laughter at the sudden confession.

After putting all the fried eggs in 10 bags of Chapagetti and wrapped them in green onion kimchi, Jong-hyuk woke up at 2 a.m. while fighting sleepiness in an off-lighted room.

- Tap, tap.

The sound of wearing shoes.

I'll have to clean up the rest of the stolen goods and get the doll on my way back. I think I saw a hand car selling dolls in the next building.

robbery and murder The original robber was impure from the beginning.

"Are you sure it's a walk?"

I'm surprised you stole while hiding like this.

"This is why many senior executives lost their throats."

Han Sang-won, who committed theft and robbery while on the run.

Jong-hyuk approached the camera, which slipped through the blackout curtains. After a while, Han Sang-won was walking out to the entrance of the mansion.

He was plodding like a bold Han Sang-won, and walking slowly like a sheep.

Maybe because everyone was asleep and holding a bag full of something at dawn, the clatter of metal could be heard dimly through the open bathroom window.

The camera was purchased to narrow the scope of the dragon, such as a woman in a hurry, who looks back as if she has lingering feelings when she goes to work, or a woman in a business who packed up her groceries as if someone was waiting for her at home.

The purchase was meaningless due to the safe penetration of the wiretap, but Jong-hyuk photographed him.

Flashless, silent shutter pressed.

Super-high-priced items remodeled from Cheonggyecheon Stream. The performance was clear.

At that moment, Han Sang-won looked at the window.

"……!"

Two looking at each other through the camera.

Jong-hyuk stared at his face.

"No way? No way?"

"……Phew."

Jong-hyuk soon turned his head and swept his heart away at the disappearance of Han Sang-won, preparing to follow him. While grabbing the hat like that, Jong-hyuk listened, stopping all action, because of the sudden tingling and gut feeling.

After about 20 minutes of controlling the breathing.

……tumbling!?

I heard someone walking down the stairs of the studio.

Jong-hyuk smiled in vain.

"You son of a gun."

I thought it would be too much to follow.

The conflicting Jong-hyuk put his butt on the mattress.

"…It doesn't stand out."

He didn't even wear a hat or mask, let alone a jumper's hood.

A person who runs away to avoid someone instinctively tries to cover his or her face, which is something that he or she does not recognize because it is unconscious. Detectives of this era know this through experience, but in the near future, psychology will be one of the investigative techniques based on it.

As expected, Han Sang-won reappeared at 3:30 a.m., when no one has woken up yet, as Jong-hyuk seems to be right.

With a teddy bear half the size of my body in one hand.

"Add theft, fuckin' bird."

Han Sang-won entered the mansion. Later, after Yumi left work at 7 p.m., even the curtains didn't open after screaming in the room where the two of them stayed, Jong-hyuk listened to his cell phone.

Uh, hello...….

"Sir, I think I've seen Han Sang-won. I took a picture, too."

I can catch Han Sang-won by myself right now.

However, if you run away, something you can't handle will happen. So Jong-hyuk decided to borrow someone else's hand.

-Crash! ……What, what?! Where? Where is that place?

"This is……."

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With his eyes wide open, Han Sang-won opened the curtains slightly and smiled in vain.

"Is it him……."

No, Jong-hyuk only went back looking at the clean shoe rack.

And I saw a woman who showed her underwear, and he couldn't think of anything else.

I don't know if it's a veteran or not.

He looked outside again.

Two cars I don't know, a lot of people I've never seen before.

In this short time, one has already passed the entrance of the mansion twice, and it's only 10 o'clock, and there's a fish-shaped bun tent open.

Han Sang-won, who criticized Jong-hyuk for not being a snitch, saw Yumi and the teddy bear next to him.

If it weren't for that!’

It's all because of Yumi. A little lingering affection made it like this.

Han Sang-won, who thought about killing him, shook his head soon.

I don't have time for that.’

Rebellion may bother you, but her role is important from now on.

He shook Yumi to wake her up.

"Uh-huh. Why?…."

"Take this and go downstairs to the kids' house. And come over there tomorrow."

The cold and heavy touch of the bag that Han Sang-won gave out opened Yumi's eyes.

It was the same for Jong-hyuk.

"Bulls?"

He looked out the window in a hurry.

And I grabbed his forehead.

"This dog…" No, you don't even know the basics of undercover?!"

I wondered why I was caught, but there was a good reason.

Han Sang-won recognized the number of people sent first to monitor sympathy.

I was annoyed by the behavior of detectives who violated the fact that they should not approach the target when monitoring and that they should maintain the usual scenery.

I'm sure you were trying to do a good job.

"That's why I got away so well!"

The detectives are at fault, but I thought this was me.

It is a time when there is no official manual yet, but there is no excuse.

Jong-hyuk held his breath and waited for the next word.

"Well, that's where the old man in town died a while ago, right? 137."

"Be here by 5:30 p.m. today."

All the entrances to the city would have been sealed off like before.

I had to hold my breath until the boundaries were lifted.

"……crying!"

Dressed, she hugged her bag tightly and headed to the front door.

"Make sure you get in touch."

"Go."

She hesitated and left the front door, and Han Sang-won, who looked at the sympathy outside, stood in front of the dressing table with another bag.

Sigh!

Han Sang-won's eyes glistened at the wig with white hair.

And a little later.

Hit! Hit!

An old man with a bag in one hand and a cane in the other came out of the entrance of the mansion.

Curved back, fur rubber shoes, strange smell from a black jumper.

The white beard was also a shaggy, shabby old man.

Seeing the mysterious hostess in the supermarket, he saw a middle-aged man in his 40s doing fish-shaped bun business.

Then, next to him, Jong-hyuk.

"Madam, 10,000 won worth of bungeo-ppang."

"Oh, does it smell like that?"

"Look at my size. Hmm? How are you?"

The two who made eye contact.

In a short time of one second, the two who were searching for each other turned their heads at the same time.

Han Sang-won walked down the alley with a cane.

Behind his back, Jong-hyuk's horse rang.

"Well, I guess you don't talk much. By the way, where did you go and your husband came out?"

"I have a cold."

"Oh, I'd like it baked first. I'm going to eat it with fish cake soup."

"Yes!"

A smile spread around Han Sang-won's mouth, and Jong-hyuk, who opened a warm fish-shaped bun in his mouth, laughed in vain as he saw Han Sang-won's bent back.

If you didn't know, you'd be fooled.’

There is little sense of incompatibility.

If it weren't for the wiretap, I'd have missed it in vain.

Still, there is Yumi, but by the time she is arrested and opened her mouth, Han Sang-won will have run away after noticing the strangeness.

"Should I catch him?"

Han Sang-won, who was ready to stand out the moment our eyes met.

I want to snatch the back of his head because I can see that he is still paying all his attention to this side, but if he misses it, it will be a headache.

The phenomenal main power and athletic ability to jump over walls that have escaped from the nation's long-running detectives.

Detectives who are now half-baked would rather interfere with the arrest.

Jong-hyuk gave up his disappointment.

I'll see you in a little while, son of a gun.’

"Oh, it's well-done. It's delicious."

"Haha, thank you."

Like this! Like this?

The sound of the cane slowly faded away.

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Han Sang-won, who opened the side door of a typical two-story house with a key, was stunned.

It was the same for an elderly man in his fifties who was out in a small yard.

"Who?"

Han Sang-won silently pointed to the second floor with a cane.

"Oh, you're the old man who just came in on the second floor. You can't talk?"

Han Sang-won nodded.

Then, he took out his writing instrument from his bag and wrote down a few words.

I came back from my son's house in Seoul. Are you in your tongue?

Bad handwriting compared to elementary school students.

But the old man's face is blurred.

"My father... Hoo. He went away for a while. More than that, the neighborhood is chaotic, so don't come out. Han Sang-won, that jerk is hiding in that mansion. There's a lot of police."

Han Sang-won, who nodded at the topic of forced conversation, opened the door on the second floor and entered.

Since I started living with Yumi, I've made it for today's situation.

The smell of full dust blew through his nose, but he was rather relieved.

After taking off his clothes, he headed to the bathroom.

Shoot!

A smile that comes out automatically in the pouring water.

"Look it up a hundred days. Do I get caught?"

I heard there were a lot of cops near the mansion.

It has always been a common truth that the beacon is dark underneath.

"Foolish fellows."

While he was laughing at the police, he put water on ramen and cleaned it. Cleaning was a must because it was a place to live for at least a week until the boundaries were lifted.

"Well, delicious smell."

However, it was regrettable that there was no kimchi.

I'll tell Yumi to buy kimchi. It was the moment when I was transferring ramen to the lid of a nickel-silver pot.

Hesitate!

The cold air that sweeps over the body.

It's bustling, but it's quiet.

Covering the pot again, he opened one of the curtains on all the windows. And he opened his eyes wide.

'Oh, how?’

Dozens of detectives are looking this way on the second and first floors of the back house.

It's next door, too.

He hurriedly opened the bathroom window facing the narrow alley.

"This is too……….."

"That's too much... " A rat in a trap anyway."

The smell of cigarettes and creepy words.

Listening to all the curtains, he realized.

The second question is how you found out.

There was no way to escape.

"…Is it over?"

The time I had been hiding for the past two years has passed through my mind.

However, it could not end in vain.

He was the Han Sang-won.

It made the night of Korea scary.

He took out the kitchen knife.

"Even if I go there, I never go alone."

He moved his foot toward the porch.

At the same time.

Crowds!

I heard several people coming up.

Ding dong! Ding dong!

"Senator, let's go! I know you're in there! ……Stand in front of the Gidongdae!"

"Darn it."

Han Sang-won hurriedly backed down.

"Break it!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

a rough front door Seeing the police rush in like waves, Han Sang-won wielded a kitchen knife.

"Bring it on, you bastards-!"

Slow down.

Police had no choice but to stop on a dark blade.

"Ha, baby."

Kim Jong-du, who opened his cigarette, lifted the trash can next to him.

What?

"Ugh!"

"Now, come on!"

Rumbling! Rumbling!

"Argh! Let go! Let go!"

Police holding a knife and pressing all over.

Han Sang-won underneath it cried like a beast.

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"Han Sang-won!"

Reporters gathered outside shouted and pushed the cameras, and the police waved to get out of the way.

Whoosh!

The shutter rang, and reporters poured out all kinds of questions.

Han Sang-won, who was dragged by as many as eight detectives, looked up and looked at them casually, and those who were watching it raised their hands and cheered.

Finally, Han Sang-won, who scared the night of Korea, was arrested.

"Oh, my God, the bachelor is a blessing, a blessing! I didn't even know the felon was hiding in my neighborhood, but how did you catch him as soon as he got here?!"

"Ha ha. It's a coincidence. But I'm glad you got caught."

"Of course! Of course!

When Jong-hyuk made eye contact for a moment, he threw a punch at the Senate.

"Come on, you bastard."

Flinch!

There is relief in a teasing smile.

Just like the detectives around.

"Come on, is that him?’

I don't know how you found yourself, but I felt it.

That's him. That's the report.

Stop.

I lost my reason in my head.

"Argh! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" Press it!"

"Argh!"

"Good bye then." Han Sang-won, the master of escape, was now an old saying.

Jong-hyuk, who waved his hand to greet, was surprised to escape from the residents and stood behind Yumi's back, a woman crying at Han Sang-won.

"You'd better forget about those criminals who used you."

Whoosh!

"You! ……I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sokcho Choi, Daejeon Kim Madame..."…."

Jong-hyuk quickly spoke of the women's surnames Han Sang-won wrote in his diary.

"And you don't know? You had a baby with a woman you met before you came to town, and you had an abortion?"

"What! Don't lie!"

"Me? Why? What's the nutritional value? The money that Han Sang-won deposited? Is it worth 10 million won?"

Jong-hyuk rolled up his wrist and showed Rolex.

Yumi's eyes trembled.

"Well, are you sure?"

"Believe that later in his prison diary."

She was shaken by the way she was so sure.

Jong-hyuk drove a wedge.

"That's a lump sum. Money for criminal pups to buy food in prison. He left the stolen money because he knew he wouldn't be able to get out of prison anyway. Did you tell me to use it for you?"

"……No."

Many emotions blend in her eyes.

"I guess so. If you carry it around, you'll only have to eat rice with beans inside. If you don't believe me, I can let you meet girls. We met and said, "No, Han Sang-won said he loves me the most." It would be worth watching if we fight with each other's hair, right?"

"…It's true. Really, I...."

"I used it. You were fooled like a fool. Like a broken yellow boot by a swallow."

"But!"

"A criminal is a criminal no matter what the excuse may be. Is he a fool to carry bricks in the construction site?"

How can they believe it when I say this?

Tears flowed from her eyes.

"Well, now that you understand...…."

Crack!

Her wrists were brought together by a string.

"Huh? What's this?"

"What do you mean, a cable tie that keeps criminals from escaping."

Han Sang-won seduced you into hiding it?

It's nonsense. Yumi is a criminal as soon as she knows everything and hides it.

Once again, Jong-hyuk, who tied his wrist, picked up his cell phone that had just begun to ring.

Where are you, you lovely bastard?

Thanks to Jong-hyuk, Han Sang-won was located, but was arrested again with the help of Jong-hyuk.

The heart stopped beating again.

It was definitely a two-tier special promotion and the main office's funeral.

"What about you? I caught the girl who hid Han Sangwon."

I'm waiting right there! You treasure!?

The grinning Jong-hyuk finally realized the situation and grabbed Yumi's head as she tried to run away.

With her neck bent, she flopped in the air and fell.

"Argh! Let go! Let go! Let go! (Screams)

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