Regression Reset Life of Police

20. Spring Comes

Video storage for vehicles. It's called the black box.

The prevalence of the black box has led to a sharp increase in criminal arrest rates.

CCTV in streets and alleys, ATM CCTV, CCTV in restaurants, and a black box for vehicles were added to CCTV in general, creating a square formation and a web that no criminal could escape.

I can't believe it was Japanese who invented this.’

Jong-hyuk, who didn't know, threw his tongue out.

"You've been sneaking, haven't you?"

"Yes, it's just a pretty shape, but it doesn't taste good."

Jong-hyuk smiled in vain looking at So-young and Su-ho.

It was because Keiko Ishihara complained that it was a waste of money to taste the real Kaiseki dish, which was treated with thanks.

Do you know that it's a 150-year-old restaurant?’

The delicate care that even a radish in soy sauce sublimated into a dish.

the essence of an eclipse

Before the regression, it was a happy time for Jong-hyuk, who found something more delicious even if he ate a piece of gimbap because he could hardly eat food while lifting his stomach.

What was a waste of money was rather to say to these two.

"You do."

To be honest, it didn't taste right for teenagers who liked stimulating flavors.

'Just be satisfied that you've been there.’

I don't know what kind of job So-young and Su-ho will have in the future, but it was worthwhile to go there and have an experience not to stutter.

"But you don't have to follow me to Kyoto."

Jong-hyuk has to go to Kyoto to meet Kunihiro Kitara, a black box developer. But it was just a short flight.

If I left at dawn like now and came back before lunch, I could completely finish today's schedule, the last day of my first overseas trip.

And I can leave tomorrow.

Jong-hyuk, don't say things like that! We're normal friends?!"

"Right! Friends are everywhere together!"

Jong-hyuk squinted his eyes.

"Have you run out of money?"

"……Yes."

"Japanese prices are high."

"Come on."

I thought it was pretty and I just bought anything.

Soyoung usually uses fashion items such as clothes and accessories, while Suho uses games, posters, cartoons, and key chains.

He was excited about his first overseas trip and spent all of it except for food and transportation expenses.

Jong-hyuk gave out two ten thousand yen.

"Pay back when you go back to Korea. Interest is 10 per cent."

"Thank you."

"I love you, Jong-hyuk."

So-young held Jong-hyuk's hand tightly with shaking eyes.

"Don't play tricks. I won't give you a discount on interest."

"…chit."

Suho also kicked his tongue.

They then headed for Kyoto, which is called the 1,000-year-old altitude, from Japan.

* * *

The meeting place was his house.

It was a house with a garage, but strangely there were no cars.

"I'm playing at the cafe I saw on the way here. It'll be over soon."

Jong-hyuk rang the bell.

Ding dong! Ding dong!

"... Hmm? Is he not here?"

I arrived 15 minutes earlier than the appointment, but I was embarrassed because there was no sign of people.

It was then.

Rustling! Rustling!

A man in cotton pants and a shirt is approaching with a plastic bag.

Then, he found Jong-hyuk, or Suho, and it hardened hard.

With a good feeling, Jong-hyuk approached him.

"Kitara Kunihiro?"

"……Oh, what Ichiro said."

"This is Choi Jong-hyuk from Kwon & Park Holdings in Korea."

"This is Kunihiro Kitara of Renaissance Semiconductor. My Korean name is Jung Soo Chan."

Jong-hyuk was surprised.

"Are you Korean-Japanese?"

"No, I immigrated with my parents when I was 12. My Korean is awkward right now, so please."

"Oh, yes. Then can I refer to you as Mr. Kitara?"

"A regular dinner is enough."

The two divided business cards.

Although it is the first name heard by Jong-hyuk, it is well-known in Japan as the third-largest semiconductor company.

General manager?

He seems to be in his early 40s now, but he is the general manager.

Even though I'm a Korean immigrant in Japan.

It was a myth of success.

"But what about this guy?"

Kunihiro, no, Jung Soo-chan pointed to Suho.

"Oh, it's my party. He's an intern at our company, and I'm the only one at your house.…."

"Come in with me. Follow me."

'Hmm.' Jong-hyuk saw Suho.

"You want to come in, too. What do you want?"

"Me, me, too? Why?"

Jong-hyuk shrugged his shoulders.

'Your eyes were pretty faint.’

"You don't have to go in if you don't want to."

"……No, I want to go in with you."

'And I want to see.' I wanted to see Jong-hyuk working.

It was the same for So-young.

"Me too!"

"Well, yeah, come on in. You have to be quiet instead?"

That's how they got into the house.

Jung Soo-chan's house was quite simple enough to say, "This is the house of a man in his 40s who lives alone."

The sofa on the TV and the curtain is standard style.

A desolate atmosphere with minimal care as if it were about to leave.

Only a small family photo on the desk was evoking this desert.

"Hm?"

Looking at the family photo, Jong-hyuk seemed to understand why Jung Soo-chan reacted to Su-ho.

"This is what a Japanese house looks like. Huh? Hey, Dwarf. Look at this picture. It's similar to you."

"Who…" Oh, not at all."

"No, you're the one with the round hair and the chestnut hair. It feels similar."

As So-young said, the overall feeling of the young boy and Su-ho in the picture was similar. I don't see any resemblance.

'That's him. That's why I told him to come in.’

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Jung Soo-chan pulled out the car from the kitchen. Soon, a cup of green tea with warm steam was placed in front of Jong-hyuk's party.

"I have nothing to offer because it's a house where a man lives alone."

"That's enough."

"Well, thank you for the meal."

Slurping.

The bitter and savory scent of green tea spread throughout the mouth.

"That's great. My mouth is full of joyous."

Jung Soo-chan, who smiled faintly, saw Su-ho.

Jong-hyuk kicked his tongue out of pity.

'When a child dies, he'll bury it in his chest.’

"That friend's hobby is playing games and cartoons."

"Hm?"

"I look through Japanese dictionaries, read cartoons, play games, and I like Japanese celebrities, so I follow fashion very well, but I work part-time to cover it. I'm in the top 15 in my class."

"…I see. You're good at studying, too."

"I don't have athletic nerves, but I ride my bike very well."

"And a bike."

A bicycle that Japanese students use to go to and from school.

Jung Soo-chan, who was still looking at Suho and projected his dead son, soon bowed to Jong-hyuk.

"Thank you."

"I pray for the repose of the late deceased. I would have gone to a good place."

Jeong Soo-chan, who became teary-eyed, also bowed his head.

And a moment later, his eyes raised, as indifferent as before.

"I heard everything from Ichiro. How much support can you give me? Semiconductors are shredders that change money like waste paper."

Jong-hyuk was surprised.

Jung Soo-chan smiled bitterly.

"I don't know what Korean companies are like, but this Japanese corporate culture is terrible. The boss's orders are the law, and such bosses hate change. Japan's real estate bubble burst and its motivation and creativity disappeared."

'Korea is like that.' Korea is also blocked.

Jong-hyuk saw Jung Soo-chan.

You've already made up your mind.’

"Can I see the prototype?"

"I don't have a prototype, but I can show you the blueprint."

Jung Soo-chan turned on the laptop next to him and showed it to Jong-hyuk.

Hong-hyuk, who can't see the blueprint, was a little embarrassed.

Should we put this on the wanted list of semiconductor designers?….’

"If we don't have support, we'll probably have another seven years."

Whoosh!

Jong-hyuk's eyes are squinted.

The timing is about right.

Before the regression, detectives, including Jong-hyuk, were very envious when they heard that they carry video storage devices in their cars in Japan.

The Japanese police envied him because it would be easier to chase him.’

"Even if we get a lot of funding, it takes that much time."

"Hm?"

"As you can see, the design is about 80 percent complete, but the problem is storage memory. Only then will the storage memory capacity be satisfactorily large."

At that point, Jong-hyuk became convinced that this person was developing a black box. Jong-hyuk's eyes have changed.

"Do you want to go to Korea or Japan?"

"Can I do it in Japan?"

"Professor Ichiro also decided to stay in Japan. For our company, it is easy to establish a Japanese corporation, so it has been approved."

"For now…… I want to go to Korea. This place is……."

"I'm sure you're in trouble."

There are many Japanese students who look similar to Suho.

Gakuran with a buzz cut. It is a standard image of a Japanese male student.

If my son hadn't died, I would have shown him when he grew up.

For Jung Soo-chan, Japan is an unbearable place.

That's why he wants to go somewhere other than Japan.

Putting down a stable job.

It only became Korea because of Jong-hyuk.

Even if someone else had reached out his hand, Jung Soo-chan would have held it.

I don't know if I should say I'm lucky.….’

It was a tragic decision, so Jong-hyuk decided to stop thinking.

"Okay, the primary capital is two billion yen, well, 25 billion won."

Kunihiro nodded as if it was enough.

"There will be a lot of people to take."

"I'll set up a nice accommodation and look forward to hearing from you."

"We'll move on in a month."

Jong-hyuk and Kunihiro wrote the contract on the spot and shook hands.

"See you in Korea."

So the contract ended, and the black box began to be developed in Korea.

* * *

"Oh, my head hurts."

So-young, who woke up, drank the water under her head.

"What time is it?"

Since I have to go back to Korea tomorrow, I lost my mind while drinking my nose crooked as soon as I came back from Kyoto.

"It's 11 o'clock……"."

As she stared blankly at the ceiling, she opened the door to make two rooms.

"You're up, too, aren't you?"

"…It's noisy. My head is ringing."

"What about Jong-hyuk?"

"I don't know. I'm sure he went to the hot spring. We went to the hot spring whenever we had time."

While nodding, she rose after a brief conflict.

I wanted to lie down again and sleep well, but I didn't want to spend the last night like that.

She stood up with a bath basket in one place.

"I'm going to the bath, and you?"

"…I'll go."

It's a really exhausting hot spring, but I can't go anywhere because I'm so tired.

The two headed for the outdoor hot spring, limping.

Whoosh!

The thick hand, which was submerged in hot hot spring water, pushed the short hair back.

"I don't know if it's this easy."

It was a bit embarrassing for Jong-hyuk, who was willing to make an effort if he refused.

"That's how much pain it is."

It is deep enough to lose one child in a car accident and to develop a black box.

"I'll have to be nice to him."

So determined, Jong-hyuk saw the dark night sky.

The outdoor hot spring in Ryokan, Tokyo, was so beautiful.

"The scenery was…… Kyoto was big."

Kyoto's Japanese castles and famous monks were quite elegant.

Next time, I wanted to come here again during the cherry blossom season to see the cherry blossoms in Kyoto.

Crunch, rustle.

Seeing toward the entrance, Jong-hyuk lifted himself up and looked up at the sky.

"Oh! That's good, though."

It was a more satisfying trip with my friends.

Slippery!

"Yeah, I have a headache...….I hate drinking……."

"Huh?"

Turning his head, Jong-hyuk hardened hard.

It was the same for So-young, who was wearing a bath basket on her side and covered herself with a white towel.

"Huh? Huh?"

The dry spit of Jong-hyuk said coolly.

"Did you forget to change the soup after 10 o'clock?"

The unique culture of Japanese hot springs. Changing soup.

"Oh, yeah. That's right. Yeah, I'm sorry."

Slippery!

So-young, who stepped back, closed the door.

And it just sank.

Jong-hyuk's angry back muscles and hips were fluttering in front of his eyes.

The body of the first man I saw was very wild.

But there was something more serious than that.

"I'm, I'm...…."

He showed his naked body.

To someone who likes it.

My mind and eyes went black.

Her mouth opened wide, running as she picked up her clothes.

"Screaming!"

Argh! Gomenasai! I'm sorry!

Meanwhile, Jong-hyuk looked sideways and smiled in vain.

"Suho must have gone into the yeotang."

I was envious of him.

Boom! Hurry! Jump!

"Oh, you've been alive."

"If it weren't for elementary school students, I'd be dead."

"Fortunately, there was no one in the soup."

"Yes, I should have come back when I checked you weren't there.…."

Curl!

Suho soaked himself up to his mouth.

There was no more drunkenness in his eyes.

A smirk of laughter, Jong-hyuk, escaped the bath. Then he picked up an extension phone next to the door to the dressing room and explained what had just happened.

It could be a scratch, but I had to make sure of this.

"Oh, is that so? Thank you for your understanding, and since our mistake is big, please send them all kinds of supplements, including toys and confectionery, and a bottle of champagne. Yes, thank you."

Hanging up, Jong-hyuk returned and smashed Suho's head.

"Oops!"

"Don't worry, it's done well. They understand that it's something you go through often, too."

"Really? I'm not being taken?"

"How did you get into the men's bath again?"

"It'll be the last time I'm caught...…."

"Are you crazy?"

"I don't know. I'm out of my mind because of the alcohol."

Suho soaked himself up to his mouth again.

Jong-hyuk smiled as if he was cute and looked up in the sky.

"It's really the last day."

"Yes, I am.…."

Suho's eyes were filled with regret and memories of walking around together during this trip.

"What are you going to do when you go to Seoul? I have time before school starts, so I'll work again...…."

"No, I'm going to study."

Jong-hyuk stared blankly at Suho, who spoke sternly.

"When I saw you signing a contract at the same level with an older adult today, I thought a lot."

The low-pitched horse also reached the female bath next to the thin bamboo wall.

Jong-hyuk was surprised.

"Did you?"

"Yes, not this time when I met the professor. Oh, Jong-hyuk, who prepares for law school or police force, is very different from me."

"Hey, that's, uh, so all of a sudden...…."

Suho blushed his cheeks.

"So I'm going to study."

"Me too-!"

Jong-hyuk and Suho looked toward Yeo-tang.

So-young was clenching her teeth.

I'll be the perfect person for you. No, it's gonna be better.’

Jong-hyuk scratched his cheek while looking at the determined look.

I can't believe my actions have affected them.….’

I was shy.

"That's a relief, though. I thought I had a good influence on you guys."

"I'm grateful that you're my friend, too."

"…Yes, me too."

It was a cheesy word, but my heart was stiff.

"Oh, by the way, what are you going to do when you go back to Korea?"

"Me? I'm going to join the camp."

He skipped two weeks of his month's stay with an intern at the Seoul District Prosecutors's Office.

"You're busy, too."

"I know."

But this busy life, it wasn't bad.

Because I'm walking a different path from the past.

So, the last night of the trip to Japan between Jong-hyuk, So-young and Su-ho ended.

* * *

Save me.

If someone saved me.

If someone saved me.

Why did he run away from home? No, why was I fooled?

Even if it's hard, I'll endure it.

A few years ago, she went home after going through a rough patch, but the heart of a girl who ran away from home again because she couldn't beat the eyes of her family and neighbors.

Girls aged 18 and 19 who sit in front of the dressing table, who are shabby and dirty than the henhouse, look in the mirror and lift cosmetics.

Now, when I put on makeup, I'm going to start a business.

Your body should be touched by an adult you don't know.

The terrible feeling of bugs crawling.

But you have to laugh.

"You have to smile……."

Drop!

The girl in the mirror who was forced to smile collapsed with tears.

"Somebody please………."

Bang!

"What are you doing? We're about to start our business, so what if we don't even have makeup on yet? Let's do it today! Huh?!"

"Sorry, I'm sorry!"

There's only one person who gets angry, but he can't rebel. Last time, an older sister rebelled and got hit, so she's still lying on the bed.

It was when I was rushing to move my hand.

(Screams)

"Oh, my God! What kind of bastard!"

The man who turned his head holding the back of his head turned white.

"It's the prosecution, you son of a bitch."

"Geo, prosecutor?" In his late 30s, a prosecutor dressed in a suit and pulled his hair back neatly smiled at minors.

"It's time to go back home, boys."

Drop!

Tears flowed from the girls' eyes again.

It meant something else this time.

This was happening all over South Korea.

South Korea's prosecution and police declared war against entertainment districts.

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