Regression Reset Life of Police

22. Decide

- Judging that the method is vicious and there is a strong fear of retaliation, the judge faces 22 years in prison without parole.

Knock knock!

Oh, no! No! This isn't it!

Jong-hyuk smirked as he remembered this time.

The stalker who rushed to the judge and the court police who captured him and beat him as if they had never thought of a 22-year prison term.

Jong-hyuk and Kim Jong-doo, who attended in person, jumped out of their seats and applauded when the judge's ruling fell.

Before the regression, there was no cooler ruling.

The ruling also led to a significant increase in the number of stalking reports filed by police. Celebrities who had to fear alone due to stalker's obsession were also actively reporting.

I had to say I was on the flow.

"I wish someone like this would be on a high ground. Hmm……."

Knock, knock!

"What are you doing?"

Chief Kim Jong-du in a police uniform stabs him in the ribs.

"Oh? Oh."

Jong-hyuk came to his senses and looked around.

A large auditorium, surrounded by many uniformed police officers, journalists and local government heads. And Dongil High School judo team.

"Let's move on to the order of the awarding of the Brave Citizens Award. The winner of the Brave Citizenship Award, please come to the podium."

He wakes up when a few ordinary people in suits or uniforms, who are seated in the audience, are called.

The same goes for Jong-hyuk.

Jong-hyuk tapped the hand of his mother, Ko Jung-sook, who sat next to him and headed to the podium.

"Is that Choi Jong-hyuk?"

"He's reliable."

The eyes of uniformed policemen and executives shine with greed, and reporters blow the flash.

'Hmm.'

A different place from when you won the Brave Citizen Award before.

But it's never a strange place for Jong-hyuk.

On the podium of the main hall, which stood a lot during special promotions and awards.

Feelings are new, old memories are popping up.

When I first got here, I got an arrest king.’

It was as if Jong-hyuk had gone back to that time.

Body and memory soaked in memories.

"……I have contributed greatly to the arrest of the criminal and contributed to the police investigation by donating many of the necessary devices to the investigation, so I award the Brave Citizen Award and the Contribution Award to the honorary police. Police chief Kim Kwan-young."

Jong-hyuk has donated all of his now-useless microcameras and recording devices, which the police have decided to award for their contributions to.

Jong-hyuk habitually saluted, accepting two awards.

"Choi Jong-hyuk! Thank you!"

"Hm?"

"What?"

"Huh?" The auditorium is filled with the eyes of the presenter and silence.

"Acha-a-!'

I was so lost in memory that my mouth moved freely.

It's dark in front of me.

At that moment.

"Yes, let's be detectives, Jong-hyuk-!"

"It's nice to have a loud voice.""

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The police, who burst into laughter, raised themselves.

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

'Growl.' Jong-hyuk sighed at the sight of his mother, holding her stomach and laughing, and the day's event ended like that.

* * *

Gold medalist in judo, Choi Jong-hyuk. I want to be a police officer.

Judo player Choi Jong-hyuk. Your dream is to be a police officer?

The headline in the newspaper is decorated with this word.

Percussion!

Jong-hyuk shrugged his shoulders as the newspaper, which had its face the size of a large one, hit the desk.

" Jong-hyuk아."

At the call of the angry steel line, Jong-hyuk coughed in vain.

"Are you sure it're not?"

Questions asked by prosecutors on the way to the steel line's office.

To say that I'm still thinking about it, the snow on the steel line is about to cry.

Officers also give a "please" look.

"It's just a slip of the tongue. I was swept away by the atmosphere.… Yes, I was swept away by the atmosphere."

"Is that right?"

"Of course."

"Phew."

The steel wire swept down the chest knocks Jong-hyuk on the shoulder.

"Yes, he was born to be a prosecutor! What kind of cop was born to be a prosecutor? I trust you."

'Growl.' Unavoidably nodding, Jong-hyuk changed the subject.

"How are you these days?"

"Can't you see?"

It's all case documents except where the computer is placed.

"There are so many gangsters in this small country. Time to pee and wash your hands...… No! Comfortable! It's easy to listen to!"

If Jong-hyuk gives up the test because he has a lot of work, it will be a disaster.

Feeling his urgency, Jong-hyuk looked around with a smirk.

It's always the same here.’

A tower-like incident file and a shirt of steel wire that smells of sweat, perhaps because it was cut here last night. a sleeping bag rolled into one side

"What kind of events do you watch these days?"

"Well, it's always the same. Fraudsters."

The steel wire kicks its tongue and covers the case file.

"Have you seen it all?"

"Oh, I'm sending this back to the mine."

"Hm?"

Looking at the case file, Jong-hyuk tilted his head to his side.

"Isn't this a case of direct prosecution?"

Numbers at the front of the document are telling it.

"It's direct. Do you have time to investigate? Miss Kim, please send this to the bank to reinforce the check."

"Yes, sir."

Jong-hyuk narrowed his forehead.

"If you need a little reinforcement, you can do it."

That side is much faster.

The police may be determined to catch him, but if not, it will take time to reinforce the evidence due to the delayed order of the case.

" Jong-hyuk아. If the prosecutor turns around looking for evidence for no reason, it's tiring and uncomfortable for no reason."

"Right. That's true." As a detective, when the prosecutor is most annoyed, it's time to send back the case that he worked hard to investigate and sent back for lack of evidence.

It is nobleman to reinforce any evidence like steel wire.

There are many humans who do not ask for reinforcement, saying, "Just reinforce the evidence."

In that case, he often swears, saying, "I don't have hands, feet, I don't have brains." However, it is still better than when the prosecutor comes forward.

The police wrapped it up nicely and tossed it, but they move themselves because they think there's not enough inspection? That's when hell unfolds.

Downstream gossip from the chief.

I'm going crazy.

"Well, if it's frustrating, I'll come forward myself."

He also takes action when he or she has to check a big case that the police can't handle or when they have to. The steel line didn't say this part, but Jong-hyuk expressed curiosity for itself.

"Oh, really? Are the other prosecutors like that, too."

Few such tests were seen, and Jong-hyuk expected answers from the steel lines.

"Nearly? There are green frogs who run on their feet very often, but what a waste of manpower. I've got a couple of cases a day to clean up."

The incident is that even if you work hard enough to sweat in an air-conditioned office, it builds up.

It is a waste of manpower for the prosecutor to inspect the site himself.

It was not a waste of time.

"Of course, we have to look at the site to make sure that the case is outlined, but wouldn't it be better to leave it to someone who is good at it?" Let's trust each other."

Jong-hyuk nodded as if he was right.

"What do you think?"

"What?"

"The prosecutor, the prosecutor. Work in a place with a good air conditioner, eat rice cake, sit on the desk, and just move your hands and eyes. Prosecutors are all one family, so they don't have to worry about retirement unless they cause trouble. The most comfortable job in the world is the prosecutor!"

"Hahaha!"

I'm definitely jealous.

I envy you the most about eating when the time comes.

"...You don't answer until the end. It's May, but did you put up Jungsuk's carnation?"

"Of course I did."

I also gave you a bouquet of flowers.

"A few days later, after the competition in Daejeon, I'm going to take a short time on the weekend.…."

Jong-hyuk blinked in the middle of his speech.

Around May 20, 1999. Daejeon.'

An event flashed across my mind.

A milestone in the history of Korea's history.

A terrible incident that abolished the statute of limitations for murder.

The Daejeon Children's Incident.

"Wow, Grano?"

Jong-hyuk's eyes sink in an instant.

"Father."

"Wow?"

"What would you do as a prosecutor if you knew something was going to happen like the stalker case, and the criminal knew it?""

"Stalking incident? Oh, that's right. You've been tipped off first, haven't you?"

Jong-hyuk nodded his head.

"I haven't committed a crime yet."

"What…… Oh, right."

The stalker decided to kill because of a trap investigation by Jong-hyuk and the police.

Until then, the stalker was just a psychopath who loved a woman madly.

Of course it was dangerous in that condition.

"His mental state tells us he would have committed murder if he had let him alone.….’

There is no denying that the police have moved it forward.

That is, until Jong-hyuk and the Special Investigation Unit intervened, the stalker was nothing more than a home invasion and no violent incidents occurred.

"Well, as a prosecutor, a case that hasn't happened yet...…."

"Yes, as a general examination."

The steel wire was lost in thought.

As the incident went right before the murder, I had a lot of thoughts.

"Well, if it's a typical test, maybe...…."

Jong-hyuk listened to what he had to say.

* * *

Just after finishing the academy, seven-year-old children are walking dangling backpacks on their backs.

"Let's throw stones."

"Let's throw a stone behind your back."

"Spread by the stream."

A bright smile spreads over the faces of passers-by with the jolly chorus of small children.

"Are you going to academy?"

"Yes!"

"Go straight home! Don't go to the arcade!"

"Yes, sir!"

On the way to meet the boys, the supermarket grandfather smiles pleasedly.

"You bastards, you answer well."

On the other hand, the children chuckle.

"No, I'm going to the arcade. It's going to be curly."

"No, my mom says she's going to go to the arcade and she'"

"My dad said, 'If you eat blue-backed fish, you'll be smart.'"

"Yuck, I hate fish."

"Me, too."

Children's conversations that change the subject completely.

Then one of the boys pointed to one side.

"Oh! We're almost there!"

The faces of other children who see where the boy is pointing are repulsed.

A dog hole in the abandoned construction site with a flaked, rusty fence.

"Ugh! Are you going there again?"

"Sangmin, aren't you scared over there?" I'm so scared!"

Once children followed Sangmin inside, they were afraid of all kinds of garbage, cold, and vocal waste construction sites.

"This is the fastest place! See you tomorrow!

"……Yes! See you tomorrow!"

The child, called Sangmin, pushed himself into the opening hole, and when the chubby butt disappeared, the children turned away.

"Hey!"

Sangmin, who stepped out of the hole and tapped himself, blanked out at a large building built only with a lame cement skeleton.

"I'm not scared of anything. Whoops!"

Sangmin sneaked into the building.

At that moment.

"Kim Sangmin?"

"Huh?"

Sangmin, who turned his head, wondered.

A strange man with a hat down comes up.

A large gold ring on the finger is like a toy, which catches the eyes of Sangmin.

"Yes, that's right. Who are you?"

"Oh, really? That's fine."

"What?"

Something big comes out of the man's arms.

"Huh? It's a knife."

Sangmin stared blankly at the knife held high in the sky.

Until the knife falls cold on itself.

It was that moment.

(Screams)

"LOL!"

The man who dropped the knife saw something fall on the floor, grabbing his wrist.

"Do, stone?"

To be exact, it is a stone of cement.

He stared at the place where the stone flew.

"Okay. That's it."

Jong-hyuk's eyes, who said so, were distorted with flesh.

'I got you, you son of a gun.'

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