The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

“That's what we want to ask. ”

“The youngest. Who took this? It starts with knowing. ”

I nodded my head as I wanted to. You were out there all alone. It was as if the team had fallen from the sky.

“The writer's name is Phil. I'm a new photographer. I just opened an exhibition at a high-light gallery, and I'm preparing for my next exhibition. These are the pictures taken during the first exhibition. ”

“Good. I'll just punch you in the face. ”

“Filora. It must be an alias, right? ”

Mongdu searches his name on the computer. But the same reaction as Chairman Kim.

“I don't see anything. ”

“He's a bit of a personality, so he doesn't give interviews or exposures. Anyway, I'll send a request for attendance to the gallery first. ”

“Okay, black! ”

The Team Leader instructed Blacksmith. It was a result of the number of noodles and was likely to be adopted as evidence. Evidence from before the body was found. It's in a slightly different order than other cases.

“Take the case formally. The suspect is either Filo or desperate. I have a kite with you at last, so find out your real name and personal details quickly. That's quite a number of models, by the way. ”

“Did all five come out dead? ”

“Uh, no cuts or anything like that. Could it be poisoning?" Mongdu, check the unidentified body for drug deaths. ”

I looked at the faces of the victims while looking at the black and white photos. Significantly painful images. How could this be real? · ·

Crap.

“The youngest! Wake up! ”

“Oh, I'm sorry. ”

The team leader calls me with a flick of his finger. I picked up the receiver and dialed the high gallery phone number. One number, every time one is pressed, my heart pounds for no reason. Then, Mongdu stabbed the source of my anxiety.

“By the way, did you take any other pictures besides this author? ”

That's it. What I got was a masterpiece handed over by the clerk. If there are more pictures, or if the worst is the case, you can also find the person who died in the raid. Then you wouldn't be able to assess the numbers.

Tyrie. Tyrie.

I swallowed the needle and focused on making the call.

Yes, hello.

“Hello, I'm Gu Ji-hoon. Hey, can I speak to the Dean on the phone, please? It's urgent, so hurry.

· · · Hold on.

The staff said it was urgent, and they didn't ask me anything. A familiar voice. It was a clerk.

Young Master?

“A copy of the photo you gave me last time. Is that all you were in the exhibition? Do you have any other works? Where are all the originals?

You seem a little confused when I spill my words on you. The clerk has no words to say whether or not the mind is briefly organized. And information that informs you.

There's more photos.

“Damn it.”

Are you okay, sir?

“Keep talking. ”

I answered with a notepad and a ballpoint pen. Team Leader on the phone with members of the team moving to make arrangements. The Special Investigation Unit suddenly became noisy like the market floor. I'm in a frenzy, but I can't miss a thing.

In the first exhibition, the total number of works written by Filo is 52. And one of the things I gave you was a good photograph.

No, wrong question. It doesn't matter how many chapters you have paid. I took a bunch of pictures in one model.

“Humans, please. How many models were used in the submission? ”

It · · · ·.

There's something going on behind her. It's probably checking the portfolio you're keeping. I waited patiently for an answer.

I'd say about eight. when I was counting with my naked eye.

“· · eight people. ”

When I heard my muttering, my team stopped. The number of victims increased at a time. Of course, I'll have to put the Noodles quest back on.But my bad feelings don't always match up.

“Fuck. What? How many?”

“The youngest. Send all the photographic data to the noodles quickly, starting with the author's real name and residence. ”

Mongdu's calm instructions. I nodded.

“Mr. Seongjin. Is the original work in the gallery? ”

No, some are sold, the rest are owned by the author. What we have are copies and revisions. Instead, there are all lines.

“Excellent, send every single one of them quickly. I'll give you the address. You get noodles. Yangcheon-gu · · · ·. Oh, and do you know the real name and residence of Filo? ”

Yes, I have the personal information consent I received when I recruited my new author. Your name is Moon Tae-yeon. Ah, here it is. Address should be changed.

I swiftly sharpened a ballpoint pen. Blacks carry the last dot. As he tried to dial the jurisdiction, I grabbed his collar.

“Writer Pilo, do you come to the high gallery? ”

He has a second house called a work room. You may leave first and miss work. If we can meet at the gallery, maybe we should head there. But Seongjin sighed deeply.

Young master, I'm in big trouble this time. Writer Pilo, I've been diving ever since I met you. Has it been a week?

“Ah.”

Shit. He said it was weird to rush out. You noticed. I shook my head, clenching my lips. The team members who received the signal all lifted their phones. To call in search and rescue. The clerk continued to complain whether the fever was really spreading.

I knew it wasn't normal, but I didn't know it was going like this. Let's sue half the staff. Let's just stick to the show, say half is good. I'm freaking out.

“And what about models? ”

What about the model?

“The models in the photos, can you tell who they are? ”

First and foremost, identify the victim. However, something skeptical came out of his mouth.

We don't know. According to Filo's casting method, he looks like he's on the street. I'm not waiting for some fateful encounter. I'll look it up in my model profile. I finally paid for this month. Oh, you idiot.

I swallowed a sigh as I turned my head. Yeah, he's a real piece of shit.

“That guy, that's the real deal. ”

What do you mean?

“Let me know if you hear from the writer, or if you come to the gallery. Right away, the photos you gave me, the lab results. ”

“I'm leaving right now! ”

At that moment, I picked up my coat and screamed. The team leader flinches at the ballpoint pen and stops him.

“Hey, wait. You have to share the roles properly. My youngest and my youngest. Come here. ”

Busy office. Not one by one, but the evidence came through. Everything seems to be crazy. I asked her to put down her handset.

“The analysis of the photos showed that what the doctor said was true. So if you see a writer, you can act naturally and report it. Take care of yourself for a while. Ask Chief Kim to be in charge of commuting. Okay?”

Pupils? A little more · · ·.

“I'll get back to you. ”

Duck.

The team leader claps his hands and closes his eyes for a moment before opening them. Behavior to refine a confused mind.

“Blackie joins the authorities and searches. ”

“Look, why did they stop you from doing it anyway? ”

“Suck it. Hear me out. The last time I heard him on the phone, it sounded like he was on a dive. Right?”

I nodded at the Team Leader's question.

“Blackie, come back and wipe out the local CCTV. I'd love to explore, but I'm running low on supplies. Let's focus on getting the video first. ”

“What about stakeouts?”

“I'll leave it to the police. We're just getting started. I just dropped the case. Let's not rush into it. Wait for the warrant. ”

“Okay. Calm down. Yes!”

“Ha. Yeah. Blackie, you go first. ”

Blackouts that bounce off as soon as the Team Leader gives the order. You don't seem to be at a distance from calm.

“Start by figuring out who the youngest model in the picture is. Fortunately, I can give you an idea of when photos were taken. ”

The backgrounds in the photographs were all different. Some of them were taken from the inside, but the filming from the outside seemed frustrating. The landscape was a reminder of the exhibition and the season not far away.

“Many people in their twenties are mid-30s. Mongdu checks dead bodies that have gone unknown or pending, and the youngest is followed by a list of missing persons. We need to separate it by face, not by DNA. If you don't get it together, we'll lose you. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

If a warrant comes out and searches his house, maybe something will come out. But now there is nothing. We just need to find out who the victim is with one photo left by Filo.

“We'll be out of here soon, so let's work hard. ”

“Yes, I understand. ”

“I'll apply for a location trace on him, go to the county office, and then I'll come in and analyze the closed circuit. Come on, move. ”

Mongdu and I returned to our seats and followed the team leader's instructions. There's not much in front of him in his photo angle, so it doesn't even match the program.

click

Hundreds and thousands of disappearances at a click. I sighed and started looking from the top.

* * *

And as I anticipated, his house wasn't very popular. We tracked his trail through closed circuits and investigations until the seizure warrant fell.

Weeing Weeing

A noisy siren hurdles through the streets. A search warrant in the commander's hand. We've cleared the rest of the report from the moving car.

“Moon Tae-yeon, a bad credit card, came forward and there's nothing. At least one account has a deposit from the gallery, tied up in a bundle. ”

Mongdu mutters, pulling his tongue. Cell phone location traces were also disconnected three days before the incident. The last known location was near the high-light gallery. I don't go to work, but I've looked at Dong-tae from afar.

“I'm sure he's stuck in his workshop. ”

“I know. It's hard to move without money or anything. Where the fuck is the workshop? ”

Blacksmith frowns and speeds up. We haven't made any progress in days. If we open his house, we can find something.

“Shit. I'll turn the house upside down when I open it. ”

“Blackie would have flipped his insides if he didn't get the warrant. But I'm glad you're safe. ”

Mongdu smiled shallow and said. They didn't find the body, they didn't report it. I was embarrassed at the top when I claimed the warrant just for the analysis of the photos. After all, it went well.

“Here. Huh. They're here first. ”

We found a police car in front of his house. A shabby cottage. A black car stands roughly in front of the gate.

Shake it, shake it.

“Well done. ”

“Hello?”

An investigator from the Department of Noodles recognized us and greeted us. We looked inside Filo's house wearing masks and gloves. Quite worn out · · ·.

“Why is it so clean? ”

Surprisingly clean. There is nothing suspicious about clothing or circumstantial evidence. It's embarrassing to take a picture. The Team Leader whispers as he sweeps the dust off his desk.

“This is a passenger convention. This is the main workshop, and this is the annex. ”

“Bring me the vinyl. Get your hair from this sewer. ”

“Have you seen this wardrobe? ”

“Yes, I put all the clothes together and put them in the car. Oh, by the way, could you move that liquid from the kitchen over there? You suspected poison, didn't you? ”

But the police moved on as they had done quietly. To find even the smallest clue. I wandered around the room, looking all around. Clean though · · ·.

“Something's different. ”

“Huh? You, too? ”

Mongdu was surprised to hear what I said. It was definitely a typical family appearance, but it was strange.

“Obviously something bothers me. ”

I didn't finish my sentence. The point where walls meet walls. It was because I saw a small sheet in the corner. I went instinctively to check it out.

‘I think it's on the wallpaper. ’

It was not much different from the ivory wallpaper, but the pattern was very subtle. Is this messing with my nerves?

Tung Tung

I accidentally knocked on the wall. A light ringing sound.

“Huh?"

It feels as if the inside is empty. I knocked on the other wall with my left hand.

Exactly.

It sounds different.

“Tongue, Brothers · · · ·. ”

“What's the matter? ”

One situation that comes to mind. Blacks and Mongdu come at me with a confused look. I was speechless.

“There's a space behind this wall. ”

EP178. Empty Wall End

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