Regression Reset Life of Police

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Ring! Ring!

"Be careful! Be careful!"

The Ministry of Central Investigation said the car used by Rep. Kim was a white elite network, and the car that boy Han Sun-ho said was also a white elite network.

Just in case, the Department of Heavy Water, which brought the truck, recovered the white square scrap metal block.

Jong-hyuk squinted as he saw the mid-level prosecutors leaving saying hello to Kang Chul-sun.

I wish I had a fingerprint.’

DNA evidence was almost contaminated by metal powder produced by the compression. What was left was a fingerprint.

'Honestly, fingerprints are close.’

It was not a confined space, but was left outdoors in the wind of dust.

Fingerprints were also likely to have been damaged.

"I have no choice but to leave it to heaven."

"Jong-hyuk! Let's go!"

Jong-hyuk turned around.

* * *

"What? Runaway youth shelter? What's that?

Jong-hyuk explained about the runaway youth shelter.

"So you got a good place? But umm."

Originally, you should summon your parents.

This is because minors are legally required to be investigated under the presence of their guardians. And the runaway had to be sent home.

"Do you think you won't run away from home again?"

Jong-hyuk is right.

Most teenagers who run away from home for long enough to be reported missing run away from home again.

"Don't they need time to pull themselves together in order to send them home completely? Until I feel like going back myself."

In the future, this is the significance of the government's establishment of a shelter for runaway youth.

Don't suffer in a tough society, rest in a safe place and go back.

Steel wire saw the boys cringing.

He's shaking his butt when he says he'll send it back.

He kept glancing at the door as if he were trying to escape.

'Hi, you Mundi bastards.'

But I understand that mind.

It's because when I was beating gangsters, I often saw children who didn't know what to do and regretted joining the organization. The children, who ended up in the blink of an eye, led to an irreversible situation.

It was not until he fell into hell that he knelt down in front of his parents and shed tears of regret. Every time I saw it, I wondered how great it would be to have an institutional device to protect these children.

"Will you guys be able to stay there and go back home?"

Flinch!

"……."

"Oh, you beautiful innocent Mundi bastards. At times like this, I'm supposed to say yes, if not, right? What kind of people with red pepper can't lie?"

"Yes, I will!"

"You can do that!"

"Go away."

Steel wire saw Jong-hyuk.

"Can you do it?"

"Don't you trust me?"

Jong-hyuk's eyes were serious.

"…OK. Go ahead. I'll cover your parents."

Jong-hyuk smiled broadly.

"Thank you. I won't let you down."

"That's enough. Oh, but who does such a great job?"

"Old Kwon Hoesoo. Money ghost in Myeong-dong."

"……?!"

* * *

Whooshoo!

Inside the van driven by Jeongho.

There's an awkward atmosphere going on.

'Well, you're probably in the middle of opening it now.’

It's the Central Investigation Department's job. The National Forensic Service would put it before anything else.

Rather, it was a sketch of a man with a tattoo on his wrist that Han Sun-ho remembered that filled Jong-hyuk's head.

I covered my face with sunglasses and masks on the side, so I can't tell the age and description, but I remembered the outline like a bone.

'Nice to meet you, son of a gun!'

He was never the one who killed Jong-hyuk and his mother, but his face was revealed in a situation where he had to find only wrist tattoos and perfumes.

This was enough to satisfy me.

However, I was annoyed that there were no CCTVs around the junkyard.

When does the government supply CCTV?’

Jong-hyuk sighed.

"Well, thank you, brother.

"What?"

"Save us and...…and……."

I hesitate not to fall out of my mouth.

"You didn't send it back to your parents?"

Han Sun-ho and other children clenched their heads.

I'm not very happy to see the boys relieved.

"Tsk. I'm so scared of my parents and I don't like home.….’

"You don't have to be so grateful. I'm just giving you a chance."

"…opportunity?"

"A chance for you to think for yourself."

Whether it was a strict father, a violent family, or a stifling atmosphere, I couldn't stand any reason and decided to run away from home.

He thought for himself and put it into practice, even if it was impulsive.

Then you are entitled to face the world.

"Qualification to face……."

"It's time for you to prepare for the future yourself, who faced the world earlier than children who prepare for the future under the protection of their parents. It's time for you to get ready for society without knowing anything. I, and you, give me that time."

"Time……."

"It's up to you to decide whether to get ready to go back home or live as a social worker during that time, or whether he or she will be culled."

"Cull out?"

"Did the junkyard workers look normal or normal? How dare they turn their eyes on prosecutors and investigators at their master's orders? That's what an intelligent person would do?"

"……."

"That's what it's like to be culled. Living a life that is swayed by other people's wills and without common sense. To live a life where one doesn't look at you the way you are!"

"Hey, that's!"

Jung-ho, who was smiling happily at Jong-hyuk's words, is surprised.

"Company workers and government officials also decide whether to resign, change jobs, stay, or get promoted. Sacrificing for the family is also a decision made by oneself. I'm not being swayed."

Members of society, parts of the organization, cogwheels, all act of their own volition.

"……."

Jeong-ho, Han Sun-ho and other children were lost in thought.

Meanwhile, the car arrived at its destination.

"Wow."

"Huh."

Jong-hyuk was also shocked to see the building, or a huge 20-story building in the midst of internal construction.

"This is a shelter? ……this?"

The future shelter for runaway youths is not like this.

It was about buildings belonging to the government, such as closed schools, abandoned houses, and cheap houses, or buildings left behind after the relocation, such as Dong offices and police stations. This is because there are limitations in budget of the government and local governments.

'Wow, this guy is really big.'

It's showing what donjiral is.

I totally understood how big his distribution was and how sincere he was.

"You mean it! Like this!"

If Kwon looked like he would only take credit, he would buy a building. I even thought of building a studio village if there was nothing suitable.

But it didn't have to be.

Such a congenial Donjiral was always welcome.

Jong-hyuk's mouth wriggled.

Flop!

"Oh, old man."

"Hm?"

Jong-hyuk flinched as he saw a small woman in her fifties who sank a little further away.

"Thank you, thank you very much……."

'Who is it?' when Jong-hyuk wondered, a rant broke out inside the building under construction.

"You'll never see me again if there's any defect! Got it?!"

"Don't worry, old man! Who's in vain to ask?"

"Anyway, slick as a church mouse. Come on."

Leaving the building with laughter behind, Kwon Hoe-soo found a woman crying and kicked her tongue.

"Wasn't it hard for you to come, Director Park?"

"Old man!"

"How do you like it?"

"Is it just that I like it! How could you do this place! Old man...!

She was anxious about when the eviction order would be given, and she wanted to cry loudly.

"But if you buy a building like this, you will!"

"Ha ha. Money ghost. Are you worried about money? ……but don't worry. Besides me, there is a man of wealth who invested in this meaningful work. Hmm? Oh, there it is. What are you doing? If you came, you wouldn't come."

"Hm?"

At Kwon Hoi-soo and Park's eyes, Jong-hyuk tilted his head to his side.

* * *

Kwon Hoesu was the first one to finish the construction.

The cute blue and pink interior makes you relax.

"Nice to meet you. This is Choi Jong-hyuk. And these are the first teenagers in the center."

The children who looked around the office as if they were amazed lowered their heads in a hurry.

"Oh, hi."

"I see. Nice to meet you. This lady is Park Yeon-ja. Let's live well from now on."

Flinch.

Let's live well. The words touched the boys' hearts.

Jong-hyuk showed interest in her choice of words.

I'm used to me.

I also like the parts that have not been investigated.

"The director here has devoted his life to orphans since he was 20 years old. An adult like me wouldn't dare to judge."

"Uh, old man...…."

"Ho-oh?" Kwon Hoi-soo, who has an extraordinary eye for people, rave reviews.

"It would never have been easy to abandon me and devote myself to others. You've done a great job, and you've worked hard."

"Oh, no. There were a lot of people helping me. If it weren't for them, we wouldn't have been able to do this."

"You're modest."

I liked it more.

Kwon Hoi-soo also smiled pleasedly.

"This is Choi Jong-hyuk, the national judo player and gold medalist. He's a wicked man who's planning this shelter and bringing this old man back into society."

Park Yeon-ja's eyes opened wide.

"How can you think of such a brilliant idea when you seem young...…."

"Children like these have been spotted. I ran away from home a few times."

It's exactly before the regression.

I wandered a lot after my finger and elbow ligaments broke.

"What?"

Whoosh!

Han Sun-ho and the boys were surprised to see Jong-hyuk.

No one could have thought that neat and imposing Jong-hyuk would have run away from home.

"The hopelessness of the time, a harsh society in which no one can help. Bad adults who take the price of legitimate labor as if it were natural."

The children's faces are distorted.

It's a story they've been through.

Jong-hyuk held Han Sun-ho's hand, sitting next to him and shaking his head.

"I've planned this shelter to keep these kids from going through the same thing as me, who must have made tough decisions out of loneliness, fear and frustration. You're still old enough to be protected."

"…You're great. That's a great idea."

"It's nosy, I guess."

The air in the counseling room has warmed up.

The boys wiggled in this awkward atmosphere.

Looking at them like that, Jong-hyuk smiled as if he were cute.

Listen carefully from now on.’

"Old man."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Why did you buy such a big building?"

He is asking even though he must have already noticed it.

Kwon Hoesu shone his eyes.

"It's because people have to live in a big, big place. That's the only way to expand your arms. We can't let these poor children who were thrown into a harsh society without being prepared stay in a henhouse like a studio. It's a shrunken chest. Would you even be able to live in a place like that? What's the look around you? Now I can't let the bastards in my arms suffer like that!"

Flinch!

The one who came into his arms. The children's eyes shook.

A smile spread around Jong-hyuk's mouth.

'There's an adult who gives a helping hand like this. Adults don't all bother you.’

To take care of these children, you must open the door to the closed mind first. In order to do so, they had to break down the stereotypes accumulated from experience.

"You're on the same page with me. Well done."

"Hmph."

"So it would be nice to have a free cafeteria and a food court on the first floor."

"Cafeteria? Food court?"

"So that these moneyless kids can eat as much as they want without looking around. From snacks and drinks to tteokbokki, pizza, chicken and coffee."

The boys rushed to see Jong-hyuk.

Park Yeon-ja opened her mouth wide.

"What are you doing, Director Park? Not a few."

"What? Yes, yes!"

"However, I hope children will be involved in the operation under the supervision of experts. Some of you might be interested in cooking. The support system and duty system are not bad. Of course, you have to pay."

I wanted to learn about society and making money correctly rather than protecting it blindly.

"Joe, that's a good idea!"

An opportunity to learn society safely at the cost of labor.

She took a quick note.

"And…."

Jong-hyuk saw Han Sun-ho.

"Seonho, what's your hobby?"

"Well, me?"

"Uh. You."

Sun-ho, whose face turned red as the attention was drawn, was restless and eventually clapped his lips.

"…ter.computer."

"Game?"

"Oh, no. Programming."

"Really?"

Jong-hyuk was surprised.

Seonho's face turned dark.

"You think it's useless, don't you? We're playing. Haha."

'Was it like that?' I can guess why he ran away from home.

"No! Not at all!"

"What?"

"I'm surprised you've made a hobby of being difficult and visionary."

"Difficult? Vision?"

"As the years go by, the computer industry is evolving. It used to take dozens of days to send a document abroad, but now it's possible in a few seconds."

"Mail……."

"What about online games? When you were in elementary school, was it possible to get together online and share the world together?"

Han Sun-ho shook his head. His eyes began to shine since he had a person who sympathized with his hobbies and dreams.

"But will this be the end of progress?"

"Wouldn't it be? It's like that on TV. Even if I improve, I'll improve a little more."

"Not at all. Computer. Internet. The global world is just beginning. In the not-too-distant future, this cell phone will have a computer, and you'll know what's going on in bed on the other side of the world. People all over the world will share their private lives."

"That's the realm of fantasy."

"Past fantasies are now reality. Think of an old fantasy movie."

"……Ah."

"So who would create and design a world like this?"

"Programmer?"

"Yeah, I'm sure programmers will be a job to take with me in the future."

Seonho opened his mouth wide.

The same was true of the others.

Jong-hyuk saw director Park Yeon-ja.

"I'll have to build a computer room. I can play PC games in the evening. Let's install 100 Pantheon 3 that will be released soon. You can hire a professor-level teacher."

This was what Jong-hyuk regretted when he saw the runaway youth shelter.

They protect and teach them to return home or to society, but they have not developed their aptitude properly. It was all because of a lack of budget.

"What?! That, that's...…."

Jong-hyuk looked away from her hesitating and saw another boy.

The boy shone his eyes.

His active sympathy with Han Sun-ho's words encouraged me.

"I like to draw cartoon characters…"…."

"Oh, cartoonist."

It's a good job. Webtoon writers will be in the spotlight in the future.

"We'd better hire a set of fireballs and cartoonists."

"최, Choi Jong-hyuk 씨!"

What about you?

"Well, I'm a violin! But because I'm poor...…."

"Please hire 20 violinists and full-time teachers. No, please buy all the instruments included in the orchestra. The vocal part, too!

"Older man, please say something! Like this!"

It's going to be ruined.

This good-intention work can disappear without even seeing the flowers.

This kind of thing goes down as soon as the good poison, the long-legged men's.

"I'm a football!"

"Football is good, too. Please set up a training ground in this shelter, so that we can rent the stadium regularly……."

"Old man!"

"Lol! Let it go. That's enough to get a bucket of water out of the sea."

"…what?"

All of them, the boys who were swept away by the atmosphere, were also dazed.

"If you count your current assets, you'll probably be the chairman of the Three Wars, probably?"

Jong-hyuk shrugged his shoulders as he turned to the point where his neck was squeaking.

"Isn't that just based on personal assets? Well, it's not enough to add up to the hidden...…."

People stared blankly at Jong-hyuk.

The long-legged man of Jong-hyuk, no, the long-legged friend, started like this.

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