Regression Reset Life of Police

Detectives who wore luxury suits, wore high-end watches, and touched their heads at a Gangnam shop eventually lost their minds.

Jong-hyuk burst into laughter as he saw them stiff, worried if their clothes would get wrinkled or their hair would get messed up.

"If it's crumpled, I'll buy it for you again, so sit comfortably."

"What, what?! Are you crazy? How much is this?"

"He's not scared of money because he's making money."

That's half a year's salary if you add up the whole body.

" Whenever I can reach them, without grappling with out for your gift to you. And you need these clothes to easily infiltrate high-end businesses, fairies, and houses. And nightclubs."

"Uh, infiltration…….."

Jong-hyuk's horse became a dagger and stabbed them.

Certainly, there were many criminals who couldn't catch them because they didn't have the investigation

"It's also a bribe to take care of me when I become a police officer later."

The look on the faces of detectives changed at Jong-hyuk's Nusre.

"The little one is already bribing, huh? Don't do that. But... uh, it's comfortable. It'd be great to do it in a car like this when we're hiding."

"It's very fluffy. It's just... A good night's sleep won't hurt your back!"

"LOL. Get off."

Late in the evening, they went up to JYK building.

JYK president Gam Jin-young blinked at the detectives who appeared two hours later. Park Si-yoon opened her mouth wide. I doubted if the detectives I met two hours ago were right. Even Jong-hyuk.

It was like the third generation of chaebol that I sometimes saw at corporate events.

'Are you a detective? And this is...….’

I think I saw it somewhere, but I don't remember it well.

Gam Jin-young, who was tilting while looking at Jong-hyuk, turned off his attention when detectives opened their mouths.

"Hmm. This is how you look at him.’

If I knew the inside story of the recent incident at JYK, I would never let it go. Jong-hyuk kept his mouth shut and focused.

"You know what's going on."

Gam Jin-young's face turned dark.

"Thank you so much for coming. In the meantime……."

Gam Jin-young was speechless because he was so angry.

Park Si-yoon is a singer who he even brought with him with a penalty.

Pure and innocent. So I brought him before he was ruined by a more difficult schedule. She was so distressed that she couldn't help her suffer.

I want to move you to a place with good security, but I've overworked myself a lot just by moving you to your accommodation now.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Thank you for your hard work."

"Now let go of your worries. I'll catch him and feed him beans somehow."

"I'm relieved to hear that. But what do you intend to do...…."

He has been distrustful because the police have been treating him poorly.

"That's, uh……."

Jong-hyuk opened his mouth when Seung-chul stuttered.

I explained it to you earlier, tsk.

"The two detectives here will take turns stopping by Park Si-yoon's accommodation every day. Late in the evening, covert time."

"What? Well, then?"

Gam Jin-young and Park Si-yoon had three words in their heads: Scandal.

It's also a very promiscuous scandal.

No matter how hard it is to catch the criminal, the singer's life can be over.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about the scandal. I'll rent a room on the line where Park Siyoon's accommodation is located. Upstairs or downstairs."

"Oh, then the reporters don't know!"

Unless the curtains are opened, journalists can't tell if they're going to watch from outside.

"And I'll leave a trail so that the guy who breaks into Siyun's accommodation can know. A promiscuous trail like a condom."

Gam Jin-young and Park Si-yoon, who heard the story for the first time, opened their mouths wide.

"…I-I-I-I-I-I-I-"

He thinks of Park Si-yoon as his lover.

But there's a trace of him hanging out with another man?

It's a stabbing.

Park Si-yoon was also very nervous.

Jong-hyuk twisted his lips.

"That's for it."

"What?"

"Be blinded by jealousy and have an irreversible accident. He came into our territory."

"Are you talking about territory?"

"You'll know when you'll see."

Jong-hyuk had a significant smile.

* * *

The apartment dump late in the morning.

Middle-aged women gather to talk.

"It seemed like a pretty young man on our line moved in yesterday."

"Oh, is that the line? No wonder there was a foreign car I didn't know."

"But isn't that the other place? Kids who don't know are tired and noisy."

"Phew. They won't listen to me even if I tell them to move. Yeah, come to think of it, he's a different kind of the house.…."

As usual, a security guard in his mid-40s passes behind them chatting.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Ho-ho. Yes, thank you."

The middle-aged women, who exchanged greetings with him holding their hats slightly, chatted again, and the guard entered an apartment building to get on the elevator to see if he was patrolling.

Whoosh!

"Hahaha!"

Ding!

He hummed down and stood in front of a door with seven locks.

"There's one more thing. Oh, my God, you're such a slut."

Not long ago, police officers hovered around after a phone fight, and each time, locks were added.

Every time I fought, so I was a little annoyed.

"But I endure it even though I am young and pretty."

I hold it in because this lock is helpful to her.

"What if the illegitimate people come in?"

Holding two long sticks from his arms with his gloved hands, he pushed them into the top keyhole.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

It was in a flash that seven funeral arrangements were opened.

When he opened the door like that, he paused for a moment.

"Sniff? Sniff?"

He narrowed his forehead.

It smells like lavender even in the shoe closet.

It's the smell of meeting, but it felt like something was messed up.

Curious, he soon shrugged and bowed.

"Phew. Get your shoes together."

Sneakers and shoes that are scattered in the shoe changing area.

Having sorted them out, he went inside as if he were home.

And then hesitated again.

A greater sense of incompatibility just hit him.

"......No, it's the same."

When I first visited my previous house, there were many pigsty, but let me clean it up a few times. This is Si-yoon, a commendable girlfriend who tries to keep it clean.

It's not easy to do this even when you're young.

"Is it because it's been a week?"

Shrugged, he checked the refrigerator and cleaned the bathroom.

"Well, my mother-in-law must have come and gone. Yeah, it's better to cook rice. Huh? Seriously. How long have you had a new toothbrush?"

After looking around and organizing things, he headed to his home room.

He was greeted by a messy bed.

"Tsk tsk. It's a mess again. If you say so...…."

As he was walking around the blanket to do the laundry, he found something and got stiff. Red spots dotted on the sheets, and a hanging condom with a murky liquid just below the bed.

And the scent of a strange man from the blanket.

His mind turned white.

"Uh…………… It's not me."

She is a girlfriend who has never touched whether she will fly or burst if she holds it.

Panicking, he also found a man's watch on the drawer next to his bed. Only then did he come to his senses.

"…...you son of a--! How dare you cheat on me?!"

It is also a rich man with a luxury watch that begins with an R-shaped one.

Having settled things in his head, he quickly picked up his cell phone and called.

"You bitch! You're not picking up?! Pick it up, girl!"

So many times. After all, he didn't answer the phone.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

He began to throw whatever he could get his hands on.

"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

Crack!

His teeth chipped in his mouth.

"Yeah, money's good, right? You are as rich as the rest of the year...…no."

Two words of Sponsor crossed his mind.

"…Sigh, you idiot. I'll tell you if I need money."

As he walked to the dressing table with a crying face, he took out a note from the dressing table and began to write something down.

As always. Hoping for a reply that won't come back.

"I'm sorry I'm ugly. Wait. I'll save money and get you out of that hell soon. So just give me an answer. Stop playing hard to get."

He left the words in tears and left the house after cleaning up everything he had left.

But a few days later.

"Argh!"

I got a reply that I wanted and wanted.

But it wasn't what he wanted.

I got a boyfriend, get out of here.

Unbelievable words. It's a phrase that she can't think of as pure as clean water.

But the scent of a strange man who remains in a cluttered blanket today.

Different perfume from a few days ago, different watch.

"Whoosh, whoosh. Yeah, you're just like the rest of the girls, right? You mean everything that was pure laughing was all folly?"

For some reason, a story that he heard in the dump a few days ago came to his mind.

It's a coincidence, but after all this, it doesn't feel like a coincidence.

A trace of a strange man I found a few days ago.

a rich young man who just moved in the day before

The same foreign car that was built in the parking lot as the one that recently entered JYK.

He went upstairs, put his ears to the door, and looked at the sign.

Ding dong ding dong!

There is no sign of waiting for a long time.

Entering the door, he found the watch he had seen a few days ago in his master bedroom and laughed.

He was right.

A rich man who bought a house to meet secretly.

"You, who were innocent, ended up in this dirty world. Then... I'm going to die and go to a world full of innocence."

He ran out of the house with his teeth clenched.

His eyes shone horribly, forgetting to lock the door.

And all of it was being recorded on microcameras and recording devices installed in both homes.

After a few hours, silence falls on them who check the content.

"……He's really crazy."

Furthermore, in his 40s, Park Si-yoon is a daughter.

The obituary is all over the place.

"Should I get it now?"

All the evidence is in place.

Fingerprints and hair were also collected secretly.

I know your face, so all you have to do is attack.

Jong-hyuk looked indifferently at the red-faced detectives.

"What can we do to get him out of here now? Fines, detention or fines the size of a rat's poo?"

Everything is a misdemeanor level.

Stalking crimes are not dealt with in this period, no, until the future.

"No, it's a threat to home invasion."

"But you have to live long enough to do two laps."

Two years. It's a short time for a love-delusion criminal to enlighten.

A love delusion in which the stalker fantasizes that he is loved by the victim.

"Baby, love delusion?"

Detectives were embarrassed by the first word.

"Stalking can be classified in many ways. Among them, the most affectionate type is Sasaeng fan. Please look at me...Anyway, after two years of living, there's a 80 percent chance of committing a hate crime."

Hate crime. If it goes off, it's a violent crime.

The detectives' hips were up and down.

"So why don't we do this?"

Detectives opened their eyes wide at what Jong-hyuk said.

* * *

At dawn, a van, which appears to be a celebrity vehicle, parks in the apartment.

Slap! Slap!

"Sue, you did a great job."

In Park Si-yoon's anxious eyes, the manager sighed. Cody quickly opened her mouth.

"Do you want me to be with you today?"

"No, it's okay. See you the day after tomorrow."

"…Yes, take a good rest."

Park Si-yoon quickly went into the apartment, and the manager and Cody went back only after the lights were on in her room.

Then, a foreign car entered the apartment.

Snap!

A man got out of the car on the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, we're here. I'll just change and go down. Come on, what are you scared of when I' Whew, you coward. I'll be right there."

A man's voice ringing loudly in the parking lot.

The man who hung up the phone went into the apartment with his shoulders straightened.

I heard a grinding sound in the dark, out of the streetlight.

"Cracky, dog-like kites."

At the end of the words, the darkness fell silent again.

Soon, the lights upstairs turned on and off, and the lights on the stairs turned on. The light on the stairs on the floor where Park Siyoon lives.

It is regrettable that we cannot see the face of the person who corrupted Si-yoon because the stair windows are closed.

How long has it been so long?

Two hours after all the lights in Park Si-yoon's house went out, darkness shook and threw up a man.

With his face distorted, he headed for the apartment.

Waddle, waddling.

In the parking lot where the silence fell at dawn, the sound of footsteps filled with life rang. And someone watching it in a car snuck up. It was detective Do-hyun.

"Ha, you suck. You're making a dirty dream."

Still, I was able to withstand it because my back didn't get sore because my car was from abroad.

He picked up the radio.

Squeak!

"Stalker, I'm going up now."

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