The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

Duck.

I read the report while holding the car handle. The road is covered in cement, but it's not managed, so the rocks and jaws overflow. Once the car shakes loudly, the black man asks me.

“Don't you get seasick? ”

“It's okay. It's a case escalation, so we need to figure it out quickly. There were places like this in Seoul, by the way. ”

The road that goes around the mountain. The thick trees on either side are spectacular. The recording is blue and glowing in line with the sunlight. In the mountains of the summer. It's not so peaceful.

“Once upon a time, it was only through here that they could go south. But as we were developing the roads, they were pierced everywhere, so we didn't notice. Is it that way?"

Blackjack leans forward, grabbing the handle. A large tunnel in front of you. Unlike the overall mountain landscape, I feel dark and heavy air.

“It feels like it's getting cold all of a sudden. ”

Blacksmith mutters, swallowing his saliva. It's like an abandoned energy. There are several police officers standing next to the long police line. We've had a sweep of the unit, so there's only a minimum number of people left.

“This is a quiet crime scene. Not bad. You don't have to manage the field. ”

“But there are no closed circuits and no witnesses. ”

We stopped on the road and walked to the scene. One lightly saluted cop. I've cleared the tunnel past the police line. I don't feel human at all.

“You came out of the water, right? ”

“Yes, thank you very much. I need to know where the body was found. The sewers? ”

“Over there. The coroner's got a message for you. ”

“Ah. There. ”

I led him forward as if the police had asked me to follow. I circle around, following him toward the entrance of the tunnel. A horseshoe stuck in the glutes near the sewers. It was the place where the body was found.

“You said it was in the golf bag? ”

“Yes, a black golf bag. It's being analyzed in noodles with a dead body. ”

I was seriously muttered by the police. Unlike the Studio Town incident, there's only one reason why Beacon Tunnel was so embarrassing.

“This can't be the real crime scene. ”

“I'd be burned alive out here. Looks pretty serious considering the condition of the body. ”

It's different from where it happened and where it was found. I frowned thinking of the picture. The horror is beyond words. I could see how strong the fire was. Dare I say, the victim's pain is unthinkable.

“What about the first witness? ”

“An elderly man living in the lower neighborhood. He sometimes climbs and climbs, but he sees a strange bag and opens it. ”

Over time, the bag was swept down with the dirt. CSU estimates the location of the discovery to be about 4M higher as a real hiding place.

“Tsk. You were terrified to open your bag. ”

“They said they passed through here three days before witnesses found out, but they didn't see it then. ”

I muttered as I read the report. Dead body damage. Estimated time of death not yet available. I can't even identify him, so I'm going to need some help.

“I don't know the exact time of the hideout, being swept away with the dirt. So there's a good chance it happened before the studio. ”

“That's right.”

Recognition is the principal residence first, but the order of events may change after inspection. Blackie listened to me and looked around.

“But there's really nothing here. How the hell do they know about this place? ”

An empty road. All you see are trees and grass. And it was just a shady tunnel. It was forgiving to have a body found.

“Where's the closest closed circuit to here? ”

Blacksmith asks the police standing still. He took out his little notebook and replied.

“There's a range coming down the mountain through the tunnel, and there's a traffic camera. We have a long way to go where you're coming from. ”

“I'll pick it up on the way down. ”

“No, I handed it over when I moved the case. I didn't have time to analyze it, so I gave it to you. ”

“Really? Isara Pro got it. ”

“So we're clear to evacuate? ”

The police looked at the clock and asked. It's no longer our case, but there's no reason to stay on site. Plus, a few days ago, the M.E. turned the place upside down. I didn't expect any clues because it wasn't the real culprit.

“Of course.”

“Polishline and Patmarl will be pulled out by tomorrow. Please let me know if you have any problems. ”

Blacksmith nods, and he salutes lightly back to the police car. He's here to give us a kind of handover, showing us the scene of the incident.

“The investigation team did well, but just in case · · ·. ”

The blinker picked up the phone camera and started filming. Any clues you might have missed, I'd love to. You check the canal, check the tunnel entrance, and mark the hillside. I kept chewing on my lips, handing over reports.

‘This is going to be difficult. ’

The connection between the studio village and the body of the Beacon Tunnel is questionable, but there is no visible information available. Besides, the problem is my memory. I think I know something, but I don't think I know anything at all.

‘Burning corpses is uncommon. Hmm.'

Blackouts and I wander around the Beacon Tunnel, thinking about each other. It was then.

Jiaying

The sound of vibration in a quiet space. Isara Pro called from my cell phone.

“Hello?"

Is it still a blockade tunnel?

“Yes, it is. ”

Great, I just got off the phone with Intelligence. School victim's cell phone records.

The device itself was completely destroyed by the fire and could not be recovered. However, the phone records that remained with the carrier were accessible.

We excluded family and acquaintances from the numbers. Secondly, while we were cross-referencing unregistered numbers, they found something odd.

“Weird thing? ”

Before the fire. I had a long call with a landline number. But the number, the current location, is towards Jung-gu, Seoul. I called and they didn't answer the phone, and they didn't have a registered number, so they don't have a business name.

“It's the Middle District. It's the way in. ”

I'll get in touch with the other unregistered numbers, but not just this. I just wanted to let you know that I think you're closer than your team. Please check before returning.

He looked at me as if to ask me what was going on. I gave him the signal to turn his finger and start the car. It's hard to find a clue in the backyard, and we're gonna have to poke around like this.

“Of course. Send me the address. I'll be right there. ”

* * *

“Is this the right place? ”

“Yes, I'm glad I found you at the address you sent me. ”

Blacks circle around holding the handle. A small building in the middle of an alley. It was a three-story building with a restaurant on the first floor. Practice celebration flowers and a fluffy banner in front of the store. There was a loud music playing.

“I think it's just opened. ”

“Shall we go in and check it out? ”

Blackface tilts his head down from the car. The food smells like hooks when you open the door. The lady who was making the plate came out, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Welcome. You two?”

“Hi, I just have a quick question. ”

“Are you not a guest? ”

“This is my police station. ”

A curious lady. Blackjack showed me his ID, and I was furious.

“Oh, what about the police? ”

But I was surprised. I can now grimace my eyes and bring a menu.

“Is this a group dinner reservation? We'll need to contact you at least a day before your reservation, but this time only. I also provide education as a service. An open event.”

“Ah, it's not like that. Is this the right number? ”

The lady nods, looking at the note handed to her by Blacksmith.

“Yes, but how did he know? I haven't even registered on the Internet yet. ”

“You didn't register? ”

“Yes, and I'm not going to use that number. Let's see. Here it is. We can deliver it. Until you get a new number, please call me here. It's our number outside. ”

She poked her front pocket and took out a small business card and gave it to us. The Blacksmith tucks his business card into his wallet and opens his mouth.

“But why don't you write down your number? ”

“Woohoo. Don't say that. I got a good number when I started, but I kept getting useless phone calls from wherever I was using it. ”

“What phone call? ”

“Where is it? Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph, Ph. Resumes, interviews. I get so many phone calls asking if I saved people. So I just unplugged it. ”

She looked at the phone on the counter as if it was annoying. At the same time, I blinked my eyes. I muttered to the flashing thought.

“Bro, why? You said he went into the studio without hesitation. ”

It was like he was taking the victim. Know who lives where · · ·.

“Yeah, I did. ”

Blacks were sitting on their foreheads. I feel like something's starting to come up. She looked around at the blink with me and went into the kitchen, clearing her throat.

“Are you thinking about that right now? ”

“Yes, I think so. ”

“I haven't finished my research on the studio village yet, but it's hard to organize. I can smell it. Smells.”

The woman who lures her face out of the cafeteria because of the smell. I smiled and asked her.

“Ms. Grant, can I have the sixth five packed here? Smells so good. ”

“Oh, yeah. Just sit there for a second. I'll fry you up in no time. ”

“And I have a favor to ask you. ”

I walked into the kitchen and pulled out my wallet. Four white checks. I asked politely, placing it on the counter.

He said, "The phone. Just put it on and ask what company you're looking for. I don't know where I saw it, or anything like that. ”

She looked down at the check with a look on her face. And don't worry, run to the Fuddak counter and tip the line.

“Yeah, that's it. ”

Kuang

The blacksmith slaps the table with his fist, and he gets up.

“· · · Resume. ”

I nod, swallowing a smile in my heart. What, you said you were thinking the same thing, now you know? But Blacksmith says he doesn't know my speed and seems to have a clue.

“It's here! It's here! ”

“Oh, you have a visitor? ”

“No, boss. He's here. ”

The lady who caught the customer thought he was here, then shook her mouth and tried to shoot him.

* * *

Xuanzan Police Station Special Investigation Unit Office. There was a bowl full of seasoning on the table. Trace of the wrapped stir-fried meat. The team leader tapped the boat and asked.

“So, you're saying there's a perpetrator on the side of the company that received the resume? ”

The blacksmith chewed the toothpick and replied.

“Home. Home. First of all, there's no suspect in the studio. ”

The victim's family and acquaintances testified that she had no problems. Hate relationships, politics. This is unlikely.

“You know I went there today and did some digging. ”

“Not really. It's clean. Few people had the same car, and all suspicious had an alibi. ”

At the captain's words, Mongdu took out his notebook and put it on the table. Records of investigations all day long. Mongdu nodded lightly and accepted.

“And Isara Pro said, There's a possibility of sexual assault. Blackie, do you think he's looking for someone by résumé? ”

“Exactly! ”

Addresses and family relationships and pictures. A paper that contains all the personal information of a person. Isara frowns and wipes around her mouth.

“Obviously it was easy for the unsub. If you have a family relationship and an address, you know whether you live alone or not. ”

“Can you tell by that? ”

Isara kindly explained to the team leader as if she wasn't sure. It's like a circumstance play.

“Will I be able to get a CV and call and work far from the company? I need to have the right address in order to register for employment insurance, etc. It's as simple as that. ”

He rinses his mouth with water and shakes his hands. Behavior that is understandable but unconvincing.

“It's all good. However, there is no evidence or evidence in the direction of the investigation. If you get lost in a paranormal investigation, it's over. It's hard.”

He had a point. It's just hard to start an investigation with assumptions. Then Mongdu blurted a bold word.

“But the direction of the investigation is unknown anyway. The Studio Town case, it's been a tough ride since before we got it, but what's gonna solve it? There's no sign of the tunnel. ”

Isara also read the report on the table and revisited the investigation.

“We're analyzing the computer, so we should have results soon. If it was a job-related activity, there would be a trace. Wire number, how many times? ”

24531778.

“Since the restaurant doesn't use that number anymore, we'll get it. And don't we just need to find out if any of the people who contacted the number are missing? ”

We stopped what she said. Obviously, if there is a connection, there will be a missing person. And there's a good chance that the body in the siege tunnel will match the DNA.

“He changed his number, so I'm going to have to call in some favors from the telecom company and get some personal information about the former owner. ”

“Of course, we should ask the Intelligence Department to search the Internet site. Where the company that wrote the number is. Where people are, what they see, and what they keep calling from. ”

The direction of the investigation, one by one. Mondu picks up his maca and slowly clears the whiteboard. I'm staring at it and muttering.

“The owner of the restaurant said the phone call was crazy. I switched and bounced, but that's it. ”

“It means night again for a while. ”

I clapped my black shoulder with a smile.

“But we have to. What can I do?”

“Yes, we do. That's what we do. ”

“I'd rather have a spin. If you stick it up your ass, you'll have proof. ”

DNA of the body in the siege tunnel. We'll find out when we follow the mysterious landline. We stood up at the same time and opened our bases. Smell the meat filling in the office.

EP139. End of Line Call

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