The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

EP179. Unpublished by Hungry Artists

Mongdu feels something strange and pulls on the edge of the sheet. Tearing wallpaper. I see a different color boundary.

“Here. I think we need to break down the wall. Somebody call somebody. ”

Mongdu, who had shredded the wallpaper, went out to ask for help. And contrary, a cautious knock on the wall.

“Let's see. From here, it's, um, empty to here. From here on out is the brick.”

I watched him unsettled from behind.

“Hey, Blackie. Waiting for people to come. ”

Kuang

You clench your fist as if it were nothing. You stab the wall. Ugh. My reflexively closed eyes. But I can't hear the screams of the Blacksmith. · · · Did he pass out? I opened my eyes and asked.

“Doesn't it hurt? ”

“This is tolerable. But I think it's a tree. I don't know if it was built on a wall or an attic. ”

Blacks jump back and lightly jump into place. I have a pretty good idea what to do. I slowly retreated to the corner and looked at him.

“Phew.”

“Are you aiming to be scattered by breaking a bone? If that's the case, I won't stop you. ”

“Uh, I'd like to stay in the hospital and get some rest. Ugh."

Blackheads rush against the wall with a tremendous groan. Whatever's going on, Detective. I opened my eyes wide, startled. What happened so fast.

Kuaang

“Oh.”

The place where his body was struck enters slightly. It was a door, not a wall. There are traces of torn doorknobs underneath the shredded wallpaper.

“Brother, just a little more. ”

In my words, he lifts his foot and throws down a rough wall, or a wooden door. The more noisy the walls become, the more gaps become. Mongdu jumps out with a hammer in both hands.

“I'll wait. Someone's coming. ”

“Never mind. Give me the hammer. I think we should put it in a gap and open it up more. ”

Blacks flick their arms together and use their bare hands. Mongdu and I also pulled him aside with our help.

Woodduk

“Oh, it's open. ”

“Wait, wait! Hey!”

A door that's been ripped out completely. We lost our balance and fell backwards. I looked up at the mysterious space, removing the black arm from my body.

“Oh, fuck. ”

The horror of the flash that comes out by itself. The small space, about two square feet, started from the ceiling and was filled with monstrous things full of walls.

“I saw the sim. I saw the sim.”

Unknown liquids, ropes, film storage boxes, and fine women's clothes. I scuttled it with my gloved hand.

“This is the dress, the one in the picture, right? ”

The color is unclear because it is black and white. However, one of the models struggled to remember the picture of him undressing. Quite similar design. Investigators are picking up vinyl.

“Can you get the victim's DNA? ”

“Probably. These films, by the way. ”

Overwhelming. Lots of stuff to fill two big boxes. I picked one up and put it in the sun. It's not a picture of the dark atmosphere he seeks, it looks like he just captured the ordinary landscape.

“I think they're films I've been working on. ”

“Hey, I think it's the liquid, the weapon for the culprit. ”

A mysterious green liquid was contained in a petting bottle. We don't miss a thing, we take out the small warehouse. Dozens of women's clothes. Blackouts stop, muttering.

“How many DNA victims can we find here? ”

“· · · Eight. ”

Eight plus victims. We turned his empty house upside down until sundown. A few days later, reinforcements came to the Special Forces with the results of the analysis of domestic water. Isara profiler.

* * *

Knuckle

“Good morning, everyone. ”

She opens the door and pauses vigorously. Humid atmosphere that instinctively fills the office. Teammates lay on their chairs, nearly half fainted.

“Oh, you're here? ”

“What are you all? Did you drink poison gas?”

“I was up all night analyzing the video, and I fell asleep. So what's going on? ”

She places the box in her hand on the table. A box with nationals marks on it.

“The chief checked the state department reports and found the case unusual. And unfortunately, you haven't made any progress. ”

“Yes. Where did he disappear to? I don't have a phone, I don't have a card. I'm analyzing the closed circuit, and I keep getting cut off in the middle, so it's hard to identify the workshop. ”

I picked up a report in a box. "Victim DNA results" written on the surface. I started waking up my team members walking between desks called Moza.

“Come on, Special Forces, get up. I brought you some hot information from noodles. ”

“Ugh · · ·. ”

“Hey, Isara Pro. Hello · · · Ahaaam. ”

“Everyone's a little distracted. Will you wake up when you hear this? ”

Blackjack scratches his head and tastes it again.

“All eight of the victims' DNA checks out. ”

“What? Really? ”

“All of these people have been reported missing within a year and match the image of the woman in the exhibition photo. And five more DNA checks. Two of them are consistent with disappearances, but the other three are unrecognizable because they don't have data. ”

“So 10 confirmed victims. ”

“Yes, unverifiable DNA can either find a body or get a confession. Well, DNA doesn't necessarily mean you're a victim. ”

Mongdu beats his cheeks like a sticky rice cake and chases him to sleep. Maybe he's old, and he can't move on.

“This is a really well-prepared meal. Now all I have to do is catch that bastard. ”

“So! Here I am. ”

Isara Pro smiled and put her hand in the box. Then hand out profiling reports to us and stand in front of the whiteboard.

“I'm on another case, and I'm running a little late. I got a rough overview of the case. I'll tell you what I profiled. ”

I handed over the cover to her as she explained.

“First of all, he has a very showy and bold personality. It even shows a clear picture of the perpetrator. And Pride is a huge part of his artistic worldview. ”

The virtuous world of his art. Thanks to this, no one knew about the workshop. Which means the investigation is slowing down.

“So one can be sure. No accomplices. You can't have someone else's hands on your perfect piece of work. ”

“We also naturally excluded. ”

“No accomplices means one to ten kills on his own. ”

Isara's point that seems natural but not natural. I reviewed the photo of the exhibition again. Three of the eight were outdoors in the background.

“Ah.”

I realized what it meant. It takes a lot of conditions to deal with a dead man out in the open. Isara raises a finger.

“To do so, number one. It should be an unusual outdoor environment. Secondly, you must stay close to your stronghold, i.e. the workshop, in order to clean up the mess. Number three, the crime scene and the organic site won't be far because we have to move the body alone. ”

“Just find his workshop, and the body will be buried there, too? ”

Mongdu nods and asks.

“In my profiling probability. I don't think he has a car. If there was a car, the Special Forces team wouldn't be holding the closed circuit like this. ”

He was right. Long before we and him noticed the situation, he used public transportation.

“So, first of all, I want you to analyze the video as a special unit, and then I want to analyze the photograph. I think it's a good idea to put them together. ”

“Wait a minute.”

Mongdu laid the photo data all over the floor. Every piece written by Filo, sent by Seo Yeo-jin. Fifty-two total. The floor of the office was covered in black and white.

“Exclude outdoors here. But keep any windows, any geo-location clues alive. ”

“Okay, okay. ”

Blacks move slowly and select paper with their feet. Photos dropping by one. There are about twenty-two photos left. Isara sits curled up with her arms.

“I checked with the ladybug on some of the dogs, but it's definitely a lot. Most of the outdoor photos are leafy on the floor, right? Lots and lots of it. ”

“A mountain. However, the backhills on the outskirts are perfect for rare human beings. ”

Mongdu adds to the words in the blink.

“Outside, south of the game. If you look at the moving path in the video, it's about half that way. ”

Isara nodded satisfactorily. He wants to find something, but then he grabs a picture of it screaming.

“Do you see this? ”

What she pointed to was a photograph taken from the inside, not from the outside. Painful victims twisting against the wall. Light pouring from the window into the backlight. I frowned and replied.

“The cross?”

“Yes, the cross. But underneath, isn't that a sign? ”

Her words interrupt the team leader with a magnifying glass. A little corner covered by windows. Team Leader creates small resilience.

“I think you're right. The corner of the church sign. ”

“This is all the photos of the victim? ”

A woman who was filmed sticking to a window like the other victims. There were three works in a row.

“Yes. In that order, would it be like this? ”

I guessed the sequence through the woman's clothing slippage. A woman grabbing her clothes in a decent posture. A woman who looks at the camera against the wall. A woman falls to the ground in agony.

“The first picture you see of the cross, right? ”

“Yes. After that, the victim was lying on the floor, and the angle was cut completely. I can't even see the cross. It only comes out white because of the backlight. ”

I answered with a sad voice. Isara also mutters with a sad tone.

“There must have been a picture taken before. There's a limited amount of time for the victim to die, so he must have pressed the shutter nonsense. ”

“But that's all I got. ”

“Hey, what about the films found at his house? ”

Isara waves her hand at the team leader's question.

“They're all old from the state of the film. In the meantime, the time frame is the last year. Different types of films, different storage conditions. It's probably just a hobby or a collection of data. ”

“Hmm. That doesn't mean anything, does it? ”

Photo before first photo. It could have been properly stamped on the sign of the church. But the problem is...

“Will the rest of the photos be in his workshop? ”

“Oh, let go. Then it's back to square one. ”

Blackouts were the moment to pull out and lay down on the couch. Carefully opened office doors.

Bloop.

“Excuse me.”

A stranger in a suit smiles and says hello. We were confused by a surprise visit.

“Is Chief Goji Hoon here? ”

“Yes, it's me. ”

“Ah, hello there. ”

“Look, I'm sorry, you can't just barge in here. I'm investigating a case. ”

“Oh, I see. Somehow, I guess you were too busy to call. ”

Even in my lifetime, he keeps talking straight. What the hell is this guy? My cell phone is still in its steady state.

“I'm the car secretary from Jeyeon Law Firm. It's from Jaeyeon Law Firm. Haha.”

Jaeyeon Law Firm? I turned my head in a strange way. Other men standing behind you again. They were both holding something full of hands.

“My wife made a fuss at the department store the other day. He sent me because he was busy and he asked me to. If you don't mind, could you give us a minute? ”

“· · No. We don't have time. Let's do it here. ”

I just cut and refuse to wear glasses as if he were embarrassing. But a smile like a rhinoceros coming back soon.

“These are some of his hobbies. I'm so sorry about last time, but I think it's a little gift. Haha.”

“The works?”

When I make an impression, the man panics and makes excuses. Before I was a disciple, I was a cop here.

“No, a gift of reconciliation. I'm not asking you to do anything. If you feel uncomfortable, you can donate to the police station. ”

H there is damage reimbursement for the items on display in the luxury institution. Since the opponent is a big law firm, I don't think I can really get everything. I'm just letting go of the bluff. It is also a trick to finish with the right line on Jeyeon's side.

“You're playing. I'm sorry, I'm not gonna sue you, so just... ”

I stopped to return my work. It reminded me of what the employees said at the high gallery. VIPs bought a picture of Filo. But we know about the art that came up in the exhibition. The man quickly adds an explanation as I stop talking.

“These are some of the things that my firm has seen. There's a new author, there's a cover story. You can buy it at a much cheaper price than the original. Starving artists. What do you think? Would you like to take a look?”

EP179. The Unpublished End of Hungry Artists

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