Regression Reset Life of Police

Chapter 48

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Found women who weren’t in the books.

As many as 37.

That was enough to turn the Seoul District Prosecutors’ Office’s violent crime criminal investigation department upside down.

‘As long as they don’t get caught. Only those girls.’

Double bookkeeping to be there.

Seok Dong-chul, who had been called from the detention center, tried to pretend to be Taeyeon.

The problem is, all of our kids were caught.….’

All the waiters and organizers disguised as beakers were also caught in case of a possible situation.

There is no one who will shut up the mouths of women who have not yet been caught.

That was the part that made the stone statue unstable.

Seok Dong-chul didn’t know that women would have fled if they hadn’t been caught. Before the regression, police guarding the entrance and back door of the entertainment establishment did not even approach them, so they just went underwater.

“……foolish women. I’ll just starve myself to death.”

“Or don’t touch the books and just run away.” It’s in the palm of your hand if you run away.

After he was released from prison, he was able to catch him again.

“Please run away. And until I find it…….”

Gulp!

Seok Dong-chul, who saw the steel line coming in through the door, shrugged, hiding his teeth.

“I really don’t have a double book.….”

Oh my god!

“Gasp!”

After being hit on the chin, Seok Dong-chul rolled the ground.

As he was about to wake up and shout, he closed his mouth to the face of Kang Chul-sun, who was just around the corner.

Eyes distorted with flesh as if to chew alive.

“37 people. Son of a bitch.”

“Oh, my God, how?!”

“Wow? You didn’t think I’d know until the end? I can’t. Let’s get hit.”

The steel wire hit the steel chair with all its might that had just been sitting on it.

Oh my god!

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‘Wait till you get here.’

That was the word.

What kept 37 women trapped in that cramped, dark space.

“Mr. Yay.”

Under a flashing yellow light, eight five-story beds that can only cause the upper body, like a henhouse in a damp, narrow cement corridor.

One toilet installed at the deepest point without a partition.

That was all.

Thirty-seven women who had been brought in because of their parents’ debts, or somehow their debts, were trapped in such places.

Waiting for someone to come.

On this cold day in January, in that cold place, like a freezer, we lean on each other’s body temperature on an electric pad, wearing thin, shabby clothes that no beggar would wear.

I’m sure the person who’s coming will lead to hell again.

“Is this what a man would do? This? Huh? No, why didn’t you guys think of running away?! Are you slaves?!”

Anger at himself for not finding them even though he searched thoroughly three days ago. Anger at the foolishness of women who have never sent a signal, no matter how scary they are.

In the anger of Seo Jung-ho, women gathered in the waiting room and were eating bread and milk bought by Jong-hyuk and shrank in a hickey scream.

Jong-hyuk closed his eyes looking at their reactions, bruises and scars on his body.

It’s not that I didn’t think about running away, it’s that I didn’t.’

Violence and oppression.

It is a great means of enslaving humans.

Even more if you’re not over 23 years old now.

None of them were older than 23.

Before the regression, it was clear that he had escaped from the space because he couldn’t stand it, and thought he could starve to death.

“Come on, let’s not get mad at you for not doing your job. Go and buy some hot soup. That piece of bread is just a first aid.”

Jong-hyuk blinked as he held out his card.

“……Whoa, I’m not mad at the ladies.”

Seo Jung-ho, who was about to say something more, turned around with his mouth shut as he became more disillusioned with himself.

While looking at Seo Jung-ho, Jong-hyuk slid back to the women who reached out to the bread.

“I’m sorry.”

Women’s eyes are on Jong-hyuk’s wide back.

“I’m sorry I’

Flinch!?

Their eyes are shaking.

The words, which are plain but full of sincerity, melt their frozen hearts broken by violence and oppression.

The moment I hoped and hoped for.

The day we hugged each other every morning and waited for each other to sleep.

“……crying!”

“Why are you late, why! I’m, I’m not sure how much we…….”

“Crying!”

“Mom!”

It’s okay to slap them, but the sight of them crying on the ground turned into knives and shook their hearts.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Crying!”

They hugged the person next to them who managed to endure the hellish time and poured out all the sorrow, fear and anger they had accumulated. I cried my eyes out.

“Sniffle!”

Jong-hyuk was embarrassed to see a woman sitting next to him eating bread.

She was holding Jong-hyuk’s collar so he wouldn’t go anywhere.

“Cough! Cough!”

Jong-hyuk quickly tapped her on the back.

She thanked her friends for the hard time.

“I was going to hold it in until the day after tomorrow.”

“Hm?”

“I thought I’d starve to death if I stayed like this. It’s the same as starving to death, so I tried to rebel.”

Thirty-six women eating bread like hamsters saw the woman next to Jong-hyuk.

“This lady is the leader.”

That hell of a time, the leader who made us stand together.

“Why didn’t you ask for help then?”

“That day, the uncle who pushed us into that anthole, the one who took care of us, said,”

“What’s that bastard?”

Women and other women, who were dazed by sudden curses, burst into laughter. Jong-hyuk swept his heart away at the response.

“You’re a waiter. He’s a simple participant, so he’ll be released soon and find us.…two days at the most. Even if we get caught, someone else in disguise will find us.”

The bodies of women who recall the words and voices harden.

‘That’s why.’

The threat hung a noose around their necks.

The noose stuck in the henhouse bed.

The curse words soared to the bottom of my chin.

They weren’t enough to be awful.

“That’s why you tried to get out of here because you wouldn’t come after all this time?”

The woman nodded her head.

Jong-hyuk shone his eyes.

“And after that?”

“If…… we were really in a situation where we couldn’t be found, we were going to hand over those boxes to the police.”

“To be punished more?”

“So that it doesn’t come out. And I was going to hide in a place where no one could find our I.V. and body waiver memorandum of abandonment.”

Shackle filled by a stone cast.

A dark blade that said family and acquaintances would have a hard time running away.

“It’s a place where no one can find my mom, dad, or friends. We make it dirty…….”

Only then did Jong-hyuk, who understood the whole situation, quickly shut her mouth.

“I just had a nightmare for a very short time. The difficult and painful moment was just a nightmare that would wake you up when you opened your eyes.”

The women’s eyes shook.

“Ack……Mong?”

“It’s a dream that no one will know unless you tell yourself.”

Tears welled up in the eyes of women staring blankly at Jong-hyuk.

A breathless sob rang out.

‘Oh, fuck it.

Why should only the victims always suffer and hide?

Jong-hyuk stood up to bite a fast-paced cigarette.

I remember seeing cigarettes while I was searching the rooms earlier.

“Thank you.”

“No, then I’ll be right back. Oh, why isn’t this person coming?”

It was that moment.

Run, run!

” Jong-hyuk아!”

“Why are you so late? What about the food?

“That’s not the problem right now! Journalists! Journalists! I followed the convoy! Damn it, where the hell did you get it?”

‘Reporter?’ Jong-hyuk’s face is stiff.

Jong-hyuk hurriedly shouted at the sight of the blue women, who considered themselves dirty and tried to hide where no one could find them.

“Get those clothes over there!”

Jong-hyuk pointed to ordinary clothes, not single clothes.

“Ha, but those clothes…….”

These are expensive luxury goods that the ladies brought by the madame and the baby ladies even bought while using my kang. Luxury brands that I cared so much about that day that it would go crazy if I accidentally grazed them.

“Why do you care about people who haven’t said a word about you? It’ll rot for more than half a year for aiding and abetting crime anyway, so you have to throw it all away!”

The clothes here are no proof. The cleaner will take it later anyway, and the picker took it.

Exodus of possession is Nimi.

The women’s eyes are wide open.

“Brother, what are you doing? Hurry up and call for backup and stop the reporters! And the ladies’ quarters are nearby, right? Open the door and bring all your clothes, bags, cosmetics, and sunglasses! Masks and bucket hats! Come on!”

“Huh? Huh!”

“Come on, get it, go!”

“Do it!”

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Swarming!

“Oh, let’s not push!”

“Those with lower annual leave, get back on yourselves!”

At the entrance of the Seoul District Prosecutors’ Office, more than 20 reporters are gathered.

Reporter Park Young-il, who was mixed in there, sighed when he saw reporters blushing like dogs waiting for food.

“Oh, yeah, leave this to me.”

Reporter Park Young-il, who hung up the phone, lifted the camera and threw it away.

“Darn it!”

What?

When all eyes were on the sound, reporter Park Young-il bit a cigarette.

“They were struggling in that hell and they were just rescued. I’m only eighteen, twenty-three years old. You want to do this to your little sister and little girls? Senior Park and senior Kim. Do you want to do this?”

“…….”

“I like the scoop…”…let’s do it in moderation.”

The solemn reporters lowered their cameras and sighed or bit cigarettes.

“You look like a veteran now. What’s going on?”

Park Young-il, who only writes the right articles, has been drinking like water.

“No, you know. Do reporters have to go crazy about kids dying their hair and getting their ears pierced? Where did all the people who were being dragged to Namsan during the military regime go?”

“At the time, it was all about getting through it somehow.”

“What’s the difference between then and now? It’s dirty to make ends meet anyway.”

“Calm down, man.”

“That’s what my acquaintance is like. Please don’t bite me this time. Don’t bite like a wild dog to a reporter who has to tell you the truth.”

“…Growl.”

“You should think that journalists are embarrassed, damn it.”

The reporters, blushing at his glance, turned their heads.

“I got it all, so take it easy. The bus is coming in.”

Inside, the security guards rushed out quickly to block reporters.

Squeak! Push!

A blue bus that opens the door with a painful sound.

“Oh.”

The reporters closed their eyes tightly.

Short sleeves or pants with a hole in the neck.

There are bruises on the thin arms and legs of women wearing dirty, smelly military blankets that will not even cover homeless people at Seoul Station.

What are you so scared of? Women wearing roasted chestnut hats with sunglasses and masks are not enough. They each hold a large bag, whether it contains the things they used in it.

The reporters, who clenched their mouths, held up the camera and pressed the shutter.

With the thought of letting people know about this horrible thing.

Click! Click! Click!

Prosecutors including Kang Chul-sun, who came out to greet them, were shocked, and Park Young-il winked when he made eye contact with Jong-hyuk, who was guiding them with his hat on.

Jong-hyuk also nodded with a smile.

A round of applause?

“I’m just going to do a quick background check and interview, so I’ll see you here in about three hours after your dinner and sauna. You know what I’m saying? Disappointment!

The reporters hesitated and scattered, and the steel line turned around approached the women gathered in the lobby of the sword and bent down.

“I’m not going to make any excuses. I’m sorry I’m late.”

All of the organized crime investigation and prosecutors in the Criminal Investigation Department of the violent crime department bent down.

“Oh, no!”

Prosecutors, who smiled with guilt-filled eyes at the appearance of the embarrassed women, guided them, and Jong-hyuk pushed the leader’s woman on the back.

“It’ll be over soon. There will be no face-to-face. After that, if you put on makeup and put on luxurious clothes, reporters won’t notice.”

That’s why I told you to pack luxury goods.

To avoid the eyes of journalists who might be waiting like paparazzi.

the polar opposites

This is a method he often used to protect his victims when he was a detective.

“…Thank you till the end. Really.”

“Now forget everything and go back to your daily routine.”

“Yes, yes, yes….”

With her teeth clenched, she bowed to Jong-hyuk and turned away.

“Oh, my name is Hyunji Lee! Lee Hyun-ji!”

“Hm?”

While tilting his head to his side, Jong-hyuk soon kicked his tongue.

“Ey. Lee Hyun-ji is not a rare name.”

A steel wire approached him shaking his head.

Hug!

“I swear, those girls were saved by Jong-hyuk!”

Follow-up measures are also admirable.

They did a great job covering women’s faces and bringing their clothes raw when they were saved. Now that they’ve seen the clothes, reporters won’t bite them, and the women will be able to return to their daily lives without anyone being identified.

“As expected of this guy!”

“My third child likes you. Shall we get engaged at this time?”

“That’s a crime.”

“We’re only seven years apart! Even when you’re 30, you’re still a flower. Twenty-three! Call me a master craftsman.”

“What are you talking about? There’s cold water up and down!”

Jong-hyuk and Kang Chul-sun, who turned their heads to the sound of the lobby, freaked out.

“Department, chief prosecutor? Deputy Prosecutor? …Are you the head of the heavy water department?!”

The power of the prosecution was approaching just below the head of the district attorney’s office.

Among them were the flowers of the sword, and the head of the Central Investigation Department of the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office of the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office of all powerful people.

The Central Investigation Department, a direct investigation agency that receives orders from the prosecutor general.

Jong-hyuk also opened his eyes wide.

What’s wrong with the head of the department?