Regression Reset Life of Police

Chapter 2

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Clattering clattering.

I looked to the side of Jong-hyuk, who opened his eyes wide.

I couldn’t see my mother sleeping in my arms last night.

Instead, the savory smell stimulated the nose.

He sprang up and folded the blanket and left the door open.

A mother standing in a narrow kitchen under a narrow radius was carrying ham and egg garnish in a side dish container.

Even though it would be convenient to roll up gimbap at home, my mother said, “The food must be warm,” so she stopped at a street vendor.

“Good morning, Mom.”

Surprised, Ko Jung-sook looked at the clock.

It was only 3 a.m.

“Does your head hurt?”

“No, I just woke up.”

Jong-hyuk went into the bathroom and washed up. Not enough, I changed my clothes into a uniform.

“Are you going to school already?”

“No, I’ll catch up with you, Mom.”

“What?”

“You got everything, right?”

He lifted up the ingredients piled up on the table, and Ko Jung-sook laughed because she was surprised and proud of her son.

The two hats set out on the dawn road.

Rolling!

“Aren’t you tired? Put it on the cart here.”

“Look at your son’s size. I’m not tired.”

‘My mother walked this long road every day.’ She walked the dark street for an hour.

I didn’t know my mother’s way to work yesterday because I took the subway yesterday.

With the determination to feed her son, the 159cm-tall mother would have walked with a heavy wheelbarrow.

From 1990 to 1997, and in the future.

In the future, tears welled up again when I saw my mother’s bent shoulders even though she was old enough to be called Gold Miss.

You idiot, you idiot.

Jong-hyuk, who took out the tent of a street vendor hidden in the alley and set it up 20 meters away from the subway station, carefully opened the stiff vinyl tent.

Soon, street vendors lined the subway station with tents.

“Oh, Mr. Jung-sook, who is it? Are you a lover?”

“My son!”

“What? Did you have a son this big?”

All the merchants who opened the tent looked surprised.

a self-imposed bulk

Jong-hyuk bowed and shouted loudly.

“Good morning! It’s Choi Jong-hyuk! Please take good care of my mother!”

Merchants grinned at his cry on the streets at dawn.

“Oh, that’s the boy who said he was working out!”

“It’s a lot more reliable than I’ve ever heard! I’d love to have you, Jung-sook!”

“It’s like this because of the sudden wind.””

“Where the hell is the day! How I wish my baby would do this!”

Jong-hyuk smiled warmly at his shrug-up mother.

He went into the tent.

The warmth of facing each other in a narrow tent was very warm.

“Let’s wrap it together.”

“What’s wrong with me yesterday and today? If it’s not an accident, is it pocket money?”

“It’s going to be like this forever.”

“Well, can I trust you?”

“It’s real.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll trust you, mom.”

Jong-hyuk was happy at the hands of his mother patting her ass.

“By the way, do you know how to make gimbap?”

“…I’ll make fish cake.”

“Put water in there, boil it, and put it in the broth rack.”

It was just time to put the water from the nearby building into the cooking utensils.

A tent stood on the left.

“Jungsook!”

With his head up, Jong-hyuk hardened.

The eyes drooping with the smell of anger and cheap make-up.

Jong-hyuk recognized the unforgettable face at once.

There was an incident that drove his mother’s weary life further into a pit.

a large sum of 60 million won

The money was stolen from the relay race.

And the criminal was a woman right in front of her, a five-time ex-wife.

“Ye-sook!”

The scene of a mother screaming at the foster child.

Come to think of it, Song Yang-ja approached her mother under the alias of Jesus.

“……who is it?”

“My son!”

“Wow, you look reliable?!”

“My face looks like me and my body looks like my father.”

Father, a former wrestler and police officer.

He died in a car accident, leaving his 13-year-old wife and baby behind.

“It looks like it. Then have a nice day today!”

“Yes! You too!”

Jong-hyuk looked down at the back of Song, who was leaving quietly.

I wanted to grab him right away and split his legs, but I couldn’t.

Now, he was not even a police officer, let alone a team leader of the intelligence crime investigation unit. As a mere student, only one person could make a mistake.

We still have plenty of time.

Song Yang-ja made a system of two groups and worked for as long as five years.

60 million won per person and 3 billion won in total damage.

He gave the money regularly and ran away after collecting money, saying that he had a good investment place at the end.

It happened in the newspaper, and her mother, Ko Jung-sook, spent all her savings without using it in her life.

Ko Jung-sook, who was always confident, apologized for her ignorance.

What did I say then?….’

He cursed at me, saying, “You’re so ignorant and stupid.”

“Crazy bastard!”

Jong-hyuk, who bit his lips, put fish cake stuck in the skewer.

When Ko Jung-sook wrapped the gimbap in a row, one or two people appeared and soon filled the street.

The swarming streets began to wake up.

“Son, stop plugging it in. You can’t sell them all.”

“Huh? Oh…….”

Hundreds of fish cakes are piled up like mountains. Even if I sell diligently today, I can’t sell it all.

“You have to finish to feel better, right?”

“Ha ha.”

Jong-hyuk scratched his head.

The higher the rank, the more determined the desire to win.

In moderation, he lost his promotion, so he had no choice but to work hard on anything.

Effort, concentration, and desire to win were his life.

Ko Jung-sook smirked.

“But, son, why did you pack this?”

Boom!

Jung Jung-sook took out a large side dish container containing stir-fried baby anchovies.

Last night, Jong-hyuk begged me to make it and brought it to him at dawn, but it was honestly a question.

“You’re not going to take it to school.….”

Jong-hyuk shone his eyes.

Same open time, same menu, same sales.

I needed a new menu to change this.

That’s why I asked you to make stir-fried baby anchovies.

“Put it in the kimbap.”

“What?”

I don’t know of any great dish that will make the street vendor prosper.

I don’t know how to make it and I don’t know how to taste it.

However, for 26 years as a detective, Jong-hyuk knew very well about Kimbap, which he ate disgustingly because he couldn’t get bitten during his incubation.

“This one?”

Put the stir-fried anchovies in the kimbap.

It was an idea I hadn’t thought about.

I wonder if it will taste good.

You can think of it as a side dish.’

She rolled up the kimbap again, thinking simple.

Her son is going to eat from now on, so she wrapped it more carefully.

“Add a little rice, and fill it up. Yeah, that’s about it.”

Fat Gimbap Franchises to be released in 2010.

That’s what came to mind for Jong-

Crunch Crunch!

She cut the gimbap 2cm thicker and put it in Jong-hyuk’s mouth.

Stir-fried with starch syrup and sweetly and savoryly crushed baby anchovies and full carrot spinach mix deliciously.

The dami was the spicy taste of chilies chopped into small pieces and stir-fried with small anchovies. The spicy taste left at the end woke my tongue and chased away my fatigue.

“As expected of my lady!”

“That’s funny. It’s so good to have just one anchovy in it. I put in a little rice……Huh?”

When she tasted it, she blinked her eyes.

It’s delicious. Of course, it has to be delicious because it has a lot of kimbap filling, but it was way beyond expectation.

Why is this so good?’

She looked back and forth between Jong-hyuk and Kimbap in embarrassment.

Jong-hyuk pretended not to know and said brusquely.

“Aren’t you going to make me kimbap? I have to go to school now, too.”

The athletic club goes to school a little earlier than other students.

“Well, I got it. Wait a minute.”

Jong-hyuk watched his mother packing gimbap.

Let’s do this.

It doesn’t even move much, but quickly a row of gimbap rolls, and two rolls rolls. Then, in an instant, 20 lines dried.

‘How hard did he try to be this fast?’

A new realization of mother’s hardship knocked on Jong-hyuk’s chest.

“Come on, son, go now.”

“No, I’ll help you a little bit more.”

“If there’s someone as big as you, they don’t come because they’re scared.”

Ko Jung-sook was a joke, but Jong-hyuk became sullen.

“That’s a wound.”

“Go to school, son.”

In the end, he had no choice but to leave the tent with a pat on his back.

I don’t want to go to school, but I had to study hard to catch the man who killed my mother.

“If there’s anything wrong with your phone…… No, beeping.”

“Go away! There’s no customer coming!”

“Jump.”

Finally, when he glanced at Song Yang-ja, he headed to the subway station.

Jong-hyuk grinned as he opened the bag down the stairs.

Eight fat foils and four relatively thin foils.

“You seem to like it. Sell it well.”

Jong-hyuk went down the stairs again, biting the uncut kimbap.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man in his 40s threw his head into the tent where Ko Jung-sook was left alone.

“Our boss, you’ve been so beautiful since this morning.”

“Are you here? Two rolls of gimbap, right?”

Again today, the middle-aged man found exceptionally fat foil unlike other gimbap and shone his eyes on the thick steel wall.

“I’ll have two of those, please.”

“Oh, this is….”

Ko Jung-sook’s head went around quickly.

“Because it’s a new menu, it’s 1,500 won per line.”

“No, why is gimbap so expensive?”

It’s more expensive than the original kimbap, which was 1,000 won per line.

“It’s a little expensive with stir-fried anchovies inside.”

“Stir-fried anchovies?”

He hesitated more.

“…Hey, give me one line then. It’s the taste of our CEO’s hands, but it’s not good”

The middle-aged man who paid the bill checked the time with his watch and quickly peeled the anchovy kimbap and put it in his mouth.

“Hm?!”

“What do you think? Are you okay?”

The middle-aged man nodded, and Ko Jung-sook, who was nervous, smiled brightly.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at her.

After some time, the middle-aged man, who had washed his mouth with fish cake soup, headed to the station with his double thumbs up, and Ko Jung-sook sniffed.

“He’s still an old bachelor because he’s not bold.”

a visible trick I couldn’t even laugh.

‘But it’s still delicious.’’

Ko Jung-sook stared at the anchovy kimbap with 11 rows left.

“……Yes, let’s sell a few days first and think about it.”

She was a businessman.

She’s a hard worker to make another penny.

Her gut feeling was standing like that way.

“Long time no see, boss.”

“Welcome! I made a new menu. Do you want to try it?”

Go Jung-sook’s day has begun.

* * *

7 a.m.

The morning of the prestigious Dongil High School in judo starts early. It’s because of the athletes.

Judo, baseball, boxing.

Among them, judo is the best.

After crossing the school gate, Jong-hyuk headed for the judo department.

Whoops!

“Come on, come on, come on, come on!”

Jukdo sound that receives and sounded jong – shook the eyes of the hyuk the ground.

A middle-aged man in his 40s standing like a colonel in front of the judo department building.

Mr. Shin Sung-gil.’

Shin Sung-gil, the judo coach.

The teacher who said that even though his right arm and elbow ligament broke, Jong-hyuk said he could be rehabilitated.

A true teacher who tried to correct a stray Jong-hyuk by beating him up.

Jong-hyuk played reflexively.

The dawn air filled his lungs.

‘Cause I’m missing my first year.What’s wrong with your head? Why are you wearing a bandage? Is that blood?”

After a while of agonizing, Jong-hyuk told the truth.

Yesterday, I ran away with the idea of seeing my mother, but it was not a flashlight, but a reality.

It was clear that there would be a problem from today.

Still 17 years old, he needed the help of a trusted teacher when he thought about what he was going to do from today.

Whoops!

Jukdo jong – hyuk of the hit my thigh.

“Oh, my God, this guy who’s an unlimited-class player, he’s being beaten by some bully anchovy pups. Way to screw things up!”

“I’m sorry!”

“So… How many stitches did you get?”

“I got 25 stitches.”

The forehead of Shin Sung-gil is wrinkled.

“Tsk, I can’t work out for a while. Okay, I’ll tell the kids, so go to the classroom.”

Jong-hyuk was embarrassed. Because I have something to do with my seniors.

Moreover, by now it’s time to clean up before the morning exercise.

“No, I’m not. I’m with you.….”

Whoops!

“What if your blood pressure goes up while you’re mopping and you get a stitch?”

“…I’m sorry. Then I’ll just say hello and go to the classroom.”

When I lowered my head and entered the building, dozens of judo workers were seen wandering around the green rubber floor in judo suits.

The smell of sour sweat stimulated old nostalgia.

“Good morning!”

Crowds!

The judo crew, who looked up at Jong-hyuk’s greeting, ran with their eyes wide open.

“What? What’s wrong with your head?”

“What kind of jerk pulled off our youngest fathead?” Who is it?!”

This is the characteristics of the sports team.

No matter how long we’ve been together, we’re one family if we’re together for even one day.

Therefore, the members of Dongil High School were swept away after the ligament of Jong-hyuk’s index finger and elbow burst before returning.

Because of the angry.

Jong-hyuk told the truth again this time.

I needed their help to buy time.

Most accidents are prevented at the school level by the judo department, which is almost like a human weapon.

That’s why I was going to say hello.

‘Don’t make an accident.’

It’s too easy to beat a few guys.

Compared to the junkies and gangsters who rush in without knowing if they hurt themselves, high school students are like gum.

However, if you want to go to a police college or law school, you should never cause an accident. Especially violent cases are poison.

Then I had to work things out in a different way.

When the story of Jong-hyuk was over, his seniors’ faces turned red.

The faces of the third graders were brutal.

“Kim Kang-heon, how do you train your juniors?””

“Ha, I’ve left you alone for months, and you’re freaking me out again. What? A wooden sword? It’s not a damn thing, but if you let go of a raccoon…….”

The captain of the judo team, Gong Joon-ho, a 90-kilogram athlete, grabbed Jong-hyuk’s shoulder.

“Okay, we’ll figure this out, so you go to the classroom.”

Jong-hyuk knew it was over.

“I’m sorry to have troubled you.”

“You did a good job. Why are you sorry? Straighten your shoulders, man!

“…….”

“Don’t come to the judo club until you’re all better and rest well. You got it?”

“Yes!”

With his head down, Jong-hyuk smiled and headed for the classroom.

Sitting in a classroom where no one is in yet, Jong-hyuk checked the plan once again.

“Well, first of all, the victim…….”

(sighs)

Turning his head, Jong-hyuk opened his eyes wide.

The same was true of a girl with long straight hair glasses who came in through the door.

The girl I met last night when Jong-hyuk crossed the wall of a house he didn’t know.

There was an awkward atmosphere in the quiet classroom.