Regression Reset Life of Police

Chapter 72

Ran!

Under a blanket with lace curtains hanging over it, a bobbed-haired woman and a man who took off their top are snoring.

The dim orange light on the side of the bed leads them deeper.

Ugh! Clap!

“Huck!”

When a fire broke out in front of her, the woman who jumped up, or a small man and a reliable man, took a posture and hardened.

It is because of the eyes of section chief Kim Jong-du, who looks pathetic.

“You’re good. Are you sleepy?”

In the darkness where no light is on, a giggle spreads.

“Oh, the bed is nice.”

“Do you want to lie down, too, chief? I’m falling asleep.”

Park Si-yoon, who was curious about the sound of snoring, also laughs.

She was even more shocked because she was in her 40s. The heart that used to be tight beats as comfortably as it used to this moment.

Kim Jong-doo’s face turned red after hearing the team members’ slick words.

“I’m dying, really.”

“Loyalty!”

“It’s noisy.”

Crying detectives.

The eyes of Jong-hyuk watching it become faint.

“Yeah, that’s undercover.”

It’s been a while since we had such a boring conversation.

It’s a pleasure that I didn’t feel when I was in Han Sang-won.

Squeak! Stoker. I’m going up now.

At the moment, all detectives’ eyes change suddenly.

“To the location.”

When Kim Jong-du’s low voice rang, everyone went to their place.

“Now, shall we catch him?”

“Oh, I thought my crucible was going to harden.”

The air becomes sharp and then subside, and a cool silence falls.

The figure heats up the body, making the old scent stronger.

I feel like I’m back at the scene.

When I was in Han Sangwon, it was a bit lukewarm and full.

I get nervous and sharp.

I feel strong with my colleagues.

Jong-hyuk’s body shook.

Kim Jong-du, who nodded and turned his body, wondered at the eyes of Jong-hyuk, who stared and craved for something.

“Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What? Me, too… Oh, my God.

‘Right, I’m not a detective.’ After regression, the alienation that I didn’t feel penetrates my heart.

“Hhh. Keep an eye on him from now on. I’ll show you what a detective is.”

Kim Jong-doo allowed Jong-hyuk to participate for this reason.

“Let’s go in. Let’s go in, Park Siyoon.”

“Oh, yes.”

They headed for a small room.

A small room with dozens of monitors connected to ultra-small cameras.

Detectives huddled in front of the door lead Park Si-yoon and Jong-hyuk inward. Like a victim to protect.

At that moment, I feel a wall with detectives, and the sense of alienation increases.

My chest became stuffy.

I want to be with you.’

I wanted to be emotional.

“Jo, Jong-hyuk.”

“…It’s okay. It’ll be over soon.”

Jong-hyuk took Park Si-yoon’s trembling hand and patted her in thought.

Crack!

A fine sound rings in the living room.

“Shh!”

Even the slightest noise held its breath.

The heavy sinking of Jong-hyuk’s eyes shook with many thoughts.

* * *

Holding his ear to the front door of Park Si-yoon’s house, he carefully opened the lock.

When the door opened, he came in, killing the sound, and headed to his master bedroom with a knife out of his arms.

Slippery!

Opening the bedroom door, he flipped his eyes as soon as he saw two silhouettes dimly reflected in the lighting next to the bed.

bare shoulders dimly exposed

“Yes, now let’s go to a world of innocence.”

He held the knife high and stabbed Park Si-yoon.

Shoo!

At that moment.

Oh, my god!

“Gasp!”

Bite!

Kicked in the stomach, he collapsed as he hit a window, and the knife rolled around the floor. At that moment the whole house began to wake up.

The light flashed on, someone came over, opened the window of the master bedroom, and the door of the master bedroom opened, and some people stormed in.

Frustrated, he tried to get up quickly, but the man lying on the bed kicked him on the chin first.

“Where are you, you son of a gun!”

(Screams!

“Argh!”

‘What, what, what?’ he lost his mind.

But the intruders didn’t go easy on him.

Seung-chul, who kicked his chin, took off his bobbed wig and bent his arm back.

“You son of a bitch!”

Crunch!

Detective Seung-chul gave him strength to break his arm.

“Argh!”

“You’re under arrest on charges of habitual residential entry and intimidation, and attempted murder with apparent intentions!”

“Argh! What’s wrong with you? Let go!”

“Get a few more guys together!”

“Yes!”

crowding and weighing down

Being so embarrassed, he turned his head and found Park Si-yoon staring at this side with fear and contempt in the arms of Jong-hyuk beyond the crowd, and lost his reason again.

“You son of a bitch! How can you–!”

He cried out in a false sense of betrayal, and Jong-hyuk stared at the detectives weighing on him.

* * *

Swarm, swarm, swarming.

“There’s a lot of gas.”

Kim Jong-du, who glances down, looks at a dozen reporters and stares at the living room.

On the sofa in the living room, Park Si-yoon, shivering with blankets, and Jong-hyuk, comforting her, are sitting.

Stoker is under surveillance by detectives, bound in a small room.

“Oh, my God, that guy.”

This is the same as the arrest of Jong-hyuk.

Furthermore, it has created a new paradigm in the investigation into stalking crimes.

“Recording devices for microcameras…….”

Apparently, these are Cheonggyecheon Mountain items. Quilty’s supplies are no match for what the police use.

What’s more shocking is the camouflage of lovers.

He hit his forehead that a stalker rented a luxury car for surveillance.

That’s how you set up a trap and make them come in on their own.

And arrest them at the moment they commit.

If you do this to the trap case, you can’t get away from the trap case. Accidental or not, attempted murder at the moment of a weapon.

Even the witness is a detective, so there is no way out of it.

Stalkers who were forced to release him or hit him with low sentences due to insufficient evidence even if they had been arrested.

The illegitimate fans who have plagued the police over the past few years.

“They’re all dead now, you bastards.”

It takes a bit of a budget to buy devices, but once you buy them, you can use them for years. Like Jong-hyuk, if you don’t rent an upper house, you can deal with something else if you’re smart.

Kim Jong-du’s shoulders shrugged at the thought that the burden of detectives would be relieved in the future.

“If he were a detective…….”

If so, I would be proud to see Jong-hyuk handcuffed. It’s such a shame that Jong-hyuk, who is the same as catching the criminal, can’t handcuff the criminal.

“Ha. Let’s be cops real quick, Jong-hyuk.”

His eyes burned with desire.

“But what are you talking about?”

After receiving such a questionable look, Jong-hyuk swept down Park Si-yoon’s hand.

“You’ve made a big decision.”

As a woman and an entertainer, I have decided to make a big announcement about what could be fatal. That’s why I called the reporters.

It’s never an easy thing.

Shivering with the fear of the blade, she forced herself to laugh.

“I, I told you that other seniors, juniors, and ordinary victims can be saved only if I reveal it.”

That’s what Jong-hyuk said.

Because the first case is important.

Only when such precedents remain, will stalkers’ punishments become stronger afterwards.

Jong-hyuk’s expression darkened.

“That’s what I said, but I didn’t force you. It’s not too late now.”

All of them are journalists called by Jong-hyuk.

Journalists in the entertainment department, including reporter Park Young-il, can trust.

“No, I’m just…….”

“Babbit?”

“Poot. Yeah, I’ll never forget that bastard. I’d rather…….”

For a moment, Park Si-yoon’s eyes are filled with poison.

“I just need to close my eyes once. With this opportunity, I can close my eyes as long as I can get all the fans who bully our celebrities.”

A smile spread around Jong-hyuk’s mouth.

There is more determination than I thought.

So thank you.

“So if I do this, I’ll never see him again, right?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll make you get the maximum sentence.”

That’s in return for her courage.

“Oh, how?”

Detectives around also tilted their heads.

It’s not gonna be easy.’

Even if it is a case where the media is rushing like a dog, the maximum sentence does not usually come out.

“I’ll know when I see it. So Siyun, get ready to cry, okay?”

Park Si-yoon should be a poor victim as much as possible.

So I even made him remove his makeup.

Jong-hyuk saw detectives in the special crime investigation department.

“Come back to work. Big.”

A word that doesn’t fit in the current position of Jong-hyuk.

Jong-hyuk scratched his neck and corrected his words.

“You’re coming back, aren’t you?”

“…Shall we?”

“Oh, I was lying down on the veranda and the crucible…….”

Boom boom!

“Hey. Let’s go!”

A small room opened and detectives dragged out the stalker.

Other detectives put up a curtain so that the stalker could not see Park Si-yoon, but the stalker screamed toward the direction of the living room sofa.

“Do you think this is it?” You son of a bitch! Get out of here! I’m gonna kill you-! It’s a year at the most!”

Flinch.

Park Si-yoon’s shoulders shrank and the faces of the detectives crumpled.

“Ha, you son of a bitch.”

You must have recognized me again. Or maybe detectives talked about the sentence when they were locked up in a small room.

Jong-hyuk blocked the stalker by pulling back the detectives who had put up the tent.

“Hey! Jong-hyuk!”

“It’s all right. I’ll just tell you. Really, really.”

When the detectives backed down, feeling uncomfortable, Jong-hyuk grinned at the stalker staring to death.

“Hey, nerd. You think this is the end of it, don’t you? No, I’ll make sure you don’t come out of the blinker after ten years.”

“What?”

“You don’t think you can, do you? You think it’ll come out soon? You can count on it. There’s nothing in this world that money can’t do.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m asking you to see me in court. You loser.”

“You son of a–!”

“Huh? Get him!”

“Let go! Let go!”

Stoker was dragged out of the house by detectives, and Jong-hyuk sighed.

‘That’s not good enough.’

It’s a little unfortunate that I didn’t say it as a detective.

Jong-hyuk shrugged at the eyes of the rest of the detectives.

“Siyun, when you’re done with your emotions, let’s go! Journalists, wait. I’m losing my voice!”

* * *

Park Si-yoon’s stalking incident caused a stir in Korea.

It drew more attention because it was a time when the fans who invaded the singer’s house and caused harm to the people around them were rampant.

Furthermore, the criminal is 47 years old.

People couldn’t believe it.

The trial of stalker Kang, who was trying to kill singer Park Si-yoon, was…….

Stalker Kang’s bare face appears on TV facing people’s streets.

At this time, it was natural for a criminal to disclose his or her identity.

People who even saw Park Si-yoon’s video of her crying with a haggard face burst into anger.

“Ha, you’ve got to put him to death!”

“Hitting you! How dare you!

“But is it okay to do this with the fact that I barely followed you around?”

“What? Hey! This is just after you?!”

“Oh, no, that’s what I’m saying…….”

Surprisingly, some people questioned whether it would be such a curse to like someone while trying to kill someone would never be forgiven.

Of course, I can’t say it out loud in case I get beaten up.

This was a time when these notions were still prevalent.

And so did stalker Kang, who was locked up in jail.

“Really? You’re really going to get a commutation if you do this, right?”

At the words of stalker Kang, a man in his 50s in the same room spits and speaks passionately.

“I told you! No matter how old you are and how old you are, even if you prepared a knife, your eyes are wide open. If you say sorry, it’s over.”

It’s not a big deal to marry a young woman who is over 20 years apart. Of course, it’s a matter of frowned upon, but it doesn’t matter.

“You wrote 100 letters of apology and sent it to the judge. Our country doesn’t hit the maximum sentence so easily.”

The inmates in the same room nod their heads.

“No matter how well you’ve been photographed!”

It took only two weeks for the prosecution to investigate the trial.

Even if it’s taken from the upper line, it’s taken properly.

“Who the hell was that photographed by?”

For a moment, stalker Kang thought of Jong-hyuk.

Jong-hyuk, who spoke too firmly.

So I was a little nervous, but the stalker Kang was able to relax by saying that he was a specialist in commutation.

‘Hahaha. Don’t you dare let me go. You are…….’

“Yeah, no. Go back. I don’t want to cut you some slack.”

The judge in charge of the stalking case of Park Si-yoon and a judge in his early 40s wearing glasses put a letter of apology into a shredder.

Letter of apology to the judge, not the victim.

You can’t help it because you love me.

It’s not worth reconsidering.

Even if it’s because of age.

Ring! Ring!

He picked up his cell phone.

“Yes, it’s Chun Seung-ho.

Judge Chun, this is Hyun Seung-yeop.

Lawyer Hyun Seung-yeop, who was connected when Jong-hyuk recognized Jun-hyung’s agency. He served as a senior judge of the High Court.

Judge Chun’s back was quickly straightened.

He is a person and a senior citizen who has a strong connection from the head of the district court to the Supreme Court.

I heard he sent another letter of apology today.

Chun Seung-ho kicked his tongue.

No matter how senior he is, the lawyer tries to influence the ruling.

It was unacceptable.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t tell you about the case. I’m hanging up.”

Strictly hanging up, he scratched his head. I hung up the phone because I was choked up, but it’s a headache to think about the aftermath.

“Why did you give me this case?”

a case that came down from the chief of law

The chief judge said.

This case, I’m giving it to you because I’m trying to pick a guy who doesn’t have any dirt on his body because words can’t come out anytime, anywhere.

This case will be the standard for future stalking crimes, so think carefully.

This case, it’s going to curb the frowned upon fans.

It was obviously pressure, but he didn’t mind.

No, it was rather good.

I’m going to go to the family court because I’ve always ignored the above request or pressure, and I’m going to the family court.

“These days, our judges say it’s a slap in the face and everything. That’s great.”

Even though it is a big case, no one can tackle it and judge it based on his conviction.

There’s also a flood of evidence. He broke in with apparent intent to kill, had stabbing and voice, and had been ferocious since he was arrested and before being escorted.

It’s just an attempt, no different from murder.

This was the answer, regardless of his conviction.

It’s a case that no judge can afford.

The problem is the sentence.

But he had already given the answer.

“Hmph. That’s definitely the maximum sentence for a jerk.”

Attempted murder carries a sentence of more than five years in prison for abandonment and life in prison.

“Appeal? Go for it, you son of a gun.”

He wrote ’22 years’ in a corner of the case file.

Even if the sentence is commuted by the third trial, it will be at least 15 years.

He is still an old man in his sixties.

More punishment than normal murder.