Regression Reset Life of Police

"I'm sorry I left first. Because of the post-processing."

No.

Even though a hundred people were mobilized, he was embarrassed that he could not arrest the criminal, so he went into any bar to drink.

I'm crazy!’

And when I came to my senses, there was a record of calling my father.

"Ha ha. No, I'm not. That's possible."

"……Thank you."

Muroi Kohei, who sighed heavily, hardened his face.

"And there's someone who wants to see you."

"Me?"

'Who?' No matter how hard I think about it, I can't guess anyone.

"The bereaved family of a woman who was victimized by Yamada, her father."

"……Ah."

"Can you make time for me?"

"Squeal."

Jong-hyuk scratched his head as if he had become troubled.

It is always heartbreaking to meet the victims' families and bereaved families.

It's because I feel guilty if I caught him a little earlier.

I have nothing to say, nothing to look at.

But we can't help but meet.

It was also the detective's job to release their resentment by telling them how the criminal was caught and how to be punished.

In fact, some people quit their detectives because they couldn't do this and transferred to the transportation community or police station.

"Here it is."

A small bar underneath a small building in Shibuya.

"Shirasagi? Sunflower?"

"The owner here loves birds."

Then I can understand.

"But it's lunch and you're open."

"There are people who want comfort in their hearts even during the day."

"If you enjoy the daytime, aren't you a drinker?"

"…Please come in."

Muroy Kohei opened the door.

"Master, I'm here."

A man in his fifties, dressed in a dress shirt and vest, is wiping a cup with a dry cloth.

With a smirk of laughter, Jong-hyuk, who followed, said, "Oh!"

There's an air that seems to be something, but the bartender wasn't a woman.

This is what a bar is like.’

It's a place where you drink a drink and tell your story.

Such a place was a bar.

When Jong-hyuk and Muroi sat down, the elderly began to make alcohol without saying a word.

"Wow."

A red wine is poured into a small glass with a wide mouth.

Then an orange liquor pours over it, and a yellow liquor pours over it.

However, they do not mix and form layers.

This amazing sight caught the eye of Jong-hyuk and Muroi.

A rainbow of seven colors blooming in a small glass.

It's

The flower of fire blooms over the glass.

And the old man's mouth opened.

"This rainbow cocktail means that if you order it when your loved ones, admirers and friends are next to you and pray for it in your heart, your wishes come true. In my case, you must be a person to admire and appreciate. Please make a wish."

"Oh."

A small drink conveys his heart.

When we caught the criminal, it would have been a little solved as long as we couldn't protect our children.

In the meantime, he must have lived with sadness and guilt.

Because it's a parent.

I would have barely survived with my child in my heart.

But the criminal escaped from prison.

The suture would have burst again and rotted.

Jong-hyuk could understand the mind.

Heavy-hearted Jong-hyuk closed his eyes briefly and opened his eyes to see the colorful alcohol and the flames on it.

"Whoo."

Gulp!

Jong-hyuk, who turned off the light with his breath and inhaled in one gulp, bowed his head.

"Thank you for the drink."

The old man, who laughed a little, made the alcohol again.

"I'm a candidate for a police officer in Korea."

"I'm a sophomore now."

"Are you thinking of becoming a cop?"

"Yes."

'There are men to catch!' sparkled in Jong-hyuk's eyes.

"…You have good eyes. It reminds me of a young detective who used to be full of justice."

"Ha ha. Is that so?"

"A friend named Muroy Kenta."

"Moroy?"

Muroy Kohei, who was curious about his father's story, scratched his head.

"That's my father."

"Oh, you're a detective, too.… What? No way?"

"Yes, the Inspector General of the Detective Division of the Police Department you saw last time will be my father."

Jong-hyuk was surprised.

That's the kind of relationship?’

Only then can Muroy Kohei's rapid promotion be understood.

Superintendent Muroi Kohei, 45, became the first chief detective officer of the Police Department.

No organization in any country or organization in the world can do such a promotion simply because of its ability.

That's why you were able to get me involved in this arrest. Oh, I envy you.'

I envied Jong-hyuk, who had to face up.

But it was only my job.

"You must be tired. To meet your father's eye level."

In terms of Korea, security is a slight feeling.

No matter what the child does, it won't fill his eyes.

Murray Kohei shone his eyes.

This is because it is the first time anyone has reacted like this when the identity was revealed.

"I'm just working hard."

"Well, work hard. I know it's hard."

"Ha ha. …Yes, thank you."

Hit! Hit!

The old man who puts down two glasses laughs.

"The sight of you two reminds me of when I got to hang out with him. Kenta and I were young back then. Like this American Beauty, I hope you two fall in love with each other in different countries and different styles."

"Wow, you're good at talking." I thought this was a real bar.

"Well, here's a toast to you."

Muroy Kohei is basically a good man.

The future's top executive is confirmed, but a better person.

Jong-hyuk decided to reconnect the old ties he had left in his return.

"…I will."

Chaeng!

The glass clashed and the bond of fate continued.

The eldest man was pleased to see the figure as a witness.

"It's a wonderful sight."

Jong-hyuk was somehow embarrassed to change the subject.

"I guess Muroy had a hard time when he was young, too. Stop by places like this."

The eyes of the elderly become faint at the momentarily.

"No, he came for me."

"…Yes?"

"Do you happen to know the word kuro-sagi?"

"Kuro Sagi or Black Ro?" ……Oh, isn't that a collective term for a Japanese swindler?"

Muroi nodded, too.

Currently, Japan was getting sick because of the Kuro-fraud.

'Uh, don't tell me...?’

The old man smiled bitterly.

"Yes, I was a criminal. It was also a broker who connected the Kurofaggi and sometimes designed them."

Architect. Broker.

It's not a strange word for Jong-hyuk.

There's always a designer in fraud.

"Then for now...…."

"My daughter asked me after she went to elementary school. What's your job?"

Primary school. In Korea, it's elementary school.

Jong-hyuk, who guessed the story behind, felt heavy in his heart.

He drew blood tears from people's eyes, but now he is a repentant and sincere man.

Otherwise, no sense of dereliction will continue. For now, I couldn't help but sympathize with the pain.

"I hope you don't think you've been punished by heaven."

"……Thank you."

The old man who stole the snow smiled lightly.

"Now that you've seen a good sight, it's my turn to give you my gift."

"What? No, this is enough."

Jong-hyuk waved his hands to say never to do so, but the old man pulled a bunch of thick paper out from under the bar.

"This is a design drawing that shows the methods of Kurosagi from the 80s to the present. Apparently, Korea is slower than Japan."

"……What?!"

With his eyes wide open, Jong-hyuk hurriedly accepted the old man's bundle of paper.

If what the elderly say is true, it's almost a Bible, a prophecy, and a guidebook.

It is safe to call it general fraud.

But Jong-hyuk soon became a little disappointed.

'Oh, you all know.’

There are no phishing scams in the future.

'Well, you gave it to me anyway.….’

Jong-hyuk knows this, but frontline detectives don't.

I thought something pretty good would happen if I used it well.

But the old saying is not over yet.

Maybe that's why some people come from Korea to learn.It's more."

Jong-hyuk's head flashed.

"In Korea? Koreans?

"Yes, Koreans. That's what I heard."

"Ho-ho."

At the moment, Jong-hyuk's eyes were squinted.

"Can you elaborate on that? Who's the one who's learned?"

Jong-hyuk's smile became brutal.

I came here to receive a thank-you message, but I made an unexpected profit.

* * *

There was one more unexpected income.

The airport on its way home from a month's training.

"See you next time."

Muroy Kohei, who became close with the work of the day, asks for a handshake.

Behind him are candidates for police officers and police officers.

This is to see off Jong-hyuk and his party going back to Korea today.

"Let's look at it in private, not in business, brother Kyo."

"Ha ha. Yes, in private."

"Take good care of yourself. Don't go bare-footed on the criminal with the knife."

"Don't jump at the gunman, either."

"There are few guns in Korea."

"I'm a little jealous of that."

Patting each other on the shoulder, the two said goodbye like that.

They turned their backs on each other knowing that they would see each other again someday.

Going into the airport like that, it was very noisy because of some characters.

"Oh, shit. Let go."

"Hey, Detective. Unscrew this. I need to pee."

A hundred criminals in handcuffs.

felons who fled to Japan.

This is an unexpected income given by the Japanese police.

Well, that's a lot. What? He's ruining it.’

There are also senior members of the Busan National District Organization.

"Oh, damn it! You're not going to let go?! Let go of me! It's going to be cheap!

"Oh, no! Stay still!"

"Hey, you son of a gun! If it's cheap, you're gonna take responsibility for it?!"

A detective in his late 20s is embarrassed by a large criminal.

Jong-hyuk slapped him on the back of the head as hard as he could.

(Screams)

The size of a man who can't even scream and collapses.

The uproar subsided for a moment at the sound of a burst of laughter.

Jong-hyuk looked through the criminals like he was tearing them apart.

"Bite your mouth. Before I rip it all apart."

Criminals rushed to avoid eye contact.

"Where do you think you are. Tsk."

A young detective stared blankly at Jong-hyuk.

"Are you all right, Jong-hyuk! Are you okay with your hand?"

Kim Jong-doo is making a fuss and approaching.

His mouth is torn to a large extent.

Today's work, not just extradition.

The Korean police let me catch it myself.

It was a day when the prestige of the Korean police was properly established.

And this was done by Jong-hyuk.

"Let me see. Uh... that's good."

There is no red discoloration.

"It's not like I'm It's all right."

"Yeah, dude. Treasures like you hit criminals, huh? Don't get hurt. Okay?"

"Hahaha."

"It was very biting and sucking and freaking out. Why? Why do you carry him on your back?"

"Shall we? Jong-hyuk, will you give me a piggyback ride?"

Two detectives of the same age as Kim Jong-du are approaching.

This is Son Won-ho, the captain of the Kwangsu University."

This is Shin Chang-ho, the chief of the drug club."

Jong-hyuk hurriedly saluted.

The main office's metropolitan investigation team and drug squad.

Major investigation department, which is second to none at the main office.

In addition to the special crime investigation team, all of the drug teams of the metropolitan investigation team were recruited.

"Loyalty. Police cadet Choi Jong-hyuk."

"Hey. What kind of greeting is that? Make yourself at home."

"Yeah, just think of it as your uncle and make yourself at home."

The two smile softly and scan Jong-hyuk's top and bottom.

What Jong-hyuk did, or solved, came to mind in their minds.

"Did you choose a place to work after your appointment?"

"Do you like running on the spot? How about Gwangsu University? We're going throughout the country, solving super-massive cases like serial murders, huh?"

Chief Kim Jong-du jumped.

"Don't look at me, you bastards! I dibs on Jong-"

"Hey. That was taken by you, it wasn't our Jong-hyuk's choice. Right?"

"Of course, Jong-hyuk. Do you happen to like nightclubs? There's a lot of drugs going around. Go and dance to the thump, huh?"

"Woo, us?! Hey, Kwangsu University! You mind your own shit! Didn't you see that just now?! You're embarrassed by a bunch of water balloons! Wow, you're good, Kwangsu University! He's a good example of the police! Drug class, you too!"

The captain of Kwangsu University stared at the young detective as if he were going to kill him, and the frightened young detective stared at Jong-hyuk.

Jong-hyuk turned his head slightly in the eyes of his senior.

If he was a member of Kwangsu University in his 20s, he must have graduated from a police university.

Jong-hyuk gave a look to Professor Lim Sung-won and his seniors, but soon gave up.

Professor Lim Sung-won was smiling happily, and his seniors looked at him with envy.

"It's my treasure!"

"Uh-huh. It's up to our Jong-hyuk. This is a threat to you."

"Jong-hyuk, the drug squad is good."

"Don't call me us, dude!"

'Ha. Why are you fighting with words over a good fist?' Jong-hyuk sighed long at the delayed departure.

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