The Reincarnated Cop Who Strikes With Wealth

‘If I have eyes and ears, I can't see, I can't hear.’ Chief Kim said. I felt the power of a new high frenzy. I went to a convenience store, went to a restaurant, or came across video media.

“Youngest, what's going on with your company? ”

“Don't yell at me. It's not my company. ”

“All Eun-hee in the world keeps looking for excitement. ”

Blackness to drink coffee, ignoring my words lightly. While eating in a police cafeteria, a high profile advertisement appeared on television. The team leader makes a joke out of his mouth.

“My wife has asked me to change my name. You're Eun-hee, first Silk Road. You want to save some premium. My back is sore because of the insurance premium these days. ”

“Number one, he's my son. ”

“Whatever. Doesn't it matter? ”

The team leader looks at me and asks, I laughed and confronted his jokes.

“It doesn't matter. Only one parent can be Eun-hee. Not you, sir. You can rename him. ”

“Amazing. The name of the man who came out of the boat is Eun-hee. ”

“That's terrible.”

Even Mongdu adds a kind word. The advertisement is endless. I tapped the phone in my pocket. When I had a chance, I got a phone call from Dean Kim, so I was able to check on my habits.

“How long have you been out? You give me free insurance and then you bend your back? ”

“Your back is bent in a high light? Sound of Korean cuts. ”

When asked about the blink, Mongdu hesitates instead. I raised my spoon with a smile.

“Nine pairs so far. ”

“Wow. That's more than I thought. ”

“You didn't write it down? The name Eun-hee and Silk Pearl is not rare. ”

“No, try to find it among your parents' children. It's tougher than I thought.”

Blacksmith was right. No one I was looking for was the owner of the note. The husband should have joined the war in Vietnam, and Silkju should have been born during the war in Vietnam. The number was empty.

“Do you want to go home and drink soju today? ”

“Fine. Let's go eat pork belly. Long time no see.”

The conversation with the team members moved on to the ceremony. I listened to the story and put my hands on my thighs reflectively.

Jiaying

A phone that vibrates. It's obvious. Chief Kim, I think. I scraped all the leftovers and pressed the call button.

“Go ahead.”

- A new Eun-hee and Silk Joo appeared.

“What about Vietnam?”

- It's not because of Jebor. I have to see for myself that Myeongju's birthday spans during the Vietnam War and her husband is a veteran.

A spoon that stops. It's the closest we've come to a report.

“Really? I should meet him. ”

- Oh, and the film inside the camera.

The film with the note. The camera body was almost destroyed, so I did not expect much. However, hopeful news came from his mouth.

― The expert said he'd try to repair it. It takes a while, but it's not a total rush.

“Wow, that's great. Okay, just write down the address where you got the report. Jeju isn't like this either, is it? ”

― Near Seoul.

Perfect. I hung up smiling satisfactorily. Team members staring at me with their plates empty. He stares at me with his furious eyes.

“I can't seem to get soju on the phone. ”

“Youngest, you have to eat pork belly today. I'll get the artery working. ”

“No, I can't - if you leave, my aunt won't serve you! ”

Blacking out like a child. I nodded at Mongdu with a hollow smile.

“Mongdu, you said you're good to go. I'll go next time. I think I'll have to pass today. ”

“I can't help it. Let's go alone today. ”

“Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!"

As if the team leader is sorry for what I'm about to say. A blink that hangs on my arm, unlike two that give up neatly. I'll shoot you later, but only after I promised to get out of his hands.

* * *

A Quiet Neighborhood Near Seoul. Apartments and tiny houses in the middle of the field. It was a neighborhood that had yet to be developed. As soon as I get out of the car, the smell of cow dung rises.

“Here?”

A house right across the street from where Director Kim stopped. The blue gate paint is all peeled off, creating a bitch's atmosphere.

“Yes, the informer said, I'm the head of a local village. Your mother's name is Eun-hui and your daughter's name is Silk Road. All the information I told you was from the dean. ”

“Really? We'll see. What about you?”

A man who ran far enough away to finish what I was saying. He was young and middle-aged enough to be an old man. He greets me with a distinctive, sad smile.

“Oh, hello there. ”

“Hello. You're the chief who tipped me off, right? Thank you."

“No, no, no. Haha! Silk Master's mom should be home by now. I saw you clean up your mess earlier. Come here."

And knocking on the front door. Like the countryside, the door is not locked. Just a formal gesture.

Tsk Profit ―

“Mom, is Silk Road here? You have a visitor. Come out here. ”

When I opened the rusty gate and went inside, Director Kim and I were a little embarrassed. Scraps and scrap metal piled up in the yard. And on the other side of the car was a pile of things that looked hard for a man to pull.

“Customer? Who? ”

A woman who walks out slowly in the words of this book. She looks the same age as the head. Old age and old age, somewhere in there. Director Kim took the business card out of his pocket and gave it to her.

“Hello. I'm from the high light. We're looking for someone right now. I heard your husband joined the Vietnam War, right? ”

“· · · But. ”

“Your daughter's name was Silk Road and her husband was born six months after the war. ”

She sits on the floor and tilts her head. It's been a long time, so the memory must be faint. Then I nodded slowly.

“That's right. He was gone by the time his lower belly got bulky. That's about it.”

I found it. There can't be a more perfect match. I put a well-packed box in front of her.

“I want to find my master. Please don't ask me where I got it, as I was asked to. Just think of it as a coincidence. ”

I opened the lid of the box with a smile. Eun-hee looked down at the camera for a while.

“What the heck. ”

“The note is the letter the owner wrote to his wife. It's supposed to be your husband's camera. ”

Then I slowly opened my mouth and remembered my husband's words in my memory.

“The father, the journalist, was a dream. So I said I would definitely buy a camera in Vietnam. You bought it, I didn't know. ”

Eun-hee split up and touched the camera with his clumsy hands. Unlike rough skin, the touch is only soft. She takes the note and raises her head slightly. The presbyopia made me feel that I couldn't see the letters well.

“Shall I read it to you? ”

“No, thanks. ”

And I read it and read it for a long time. It repeats over and over, grabbing each letter. I didn't say anything, but I could feel the tears on my eyes. I turned my head to ask Chief Kim for a handkerchief.

“Huff, huff. ”

It is more misleading than the parties. Chief Kim is holding back his tears as best as he can while biting his lips. I sighed and rumbled through my pockets.

“It's okay. You can clean it with your clothes. ”

Eun-hee carelessly stole the eye area with his sleeve. Given the general atmosphere, my husband seems to have passed away quite some time ago.

“Lee Chang-dong.”

“Yes?”

“My husband's name is Lee Chang-dong. It was a cannonball in Vietnam, and it didn't last forever. I thought it would get dull after all these years, but I guess it's still far away. I knew as soon as I saw him. We're right about his handwriting. ”

Eun-hee carefully picked up her husband's note, which goes back a long time. Suddenly, her life passes like a panorama. In those days, it must have been hard raising a child alone. What it must have been like when I heard that my lifelong companion had left forever.

“Our West was so sweet and kind. Sometimes I would come to the market and buy people flowers and surprise them. No matter how precious you think of me, my heart still aches when I think about it. ”

“Haha. That's what you still do. because it surprised me with this letter. I read the letter unintentionally, and he seemed really nice. ”

She nods, smiling bitterly. And then he stood up and urged us to take the car.

“They brought you precious things, but you didn't bring me a glass of water. Just a moment."

“No, thanks. ”

“I'd like to offer you a drink, but all I have is water. No thanks.”

And then he walks away. Director Kim and I sat on the floor and scoured the yard.

“Are you a junkie dealer? ”

Director Kim asked while wiping his face with a handkerchief. Lee also sits on the opposite floor and shakes his hands.

“No, it's for junk. I'm going to take a little break, and then I'm going to go out again. In one day, this neighborhood and its neighborhoods flourish. ”

“You're turning that off by yourself? It's gonna be hard. ”

“But you have to make a living. What should I do? It's hard enough robbing a household to raise a daughter. ”

By the way, I wonder what happened to Silkju.

“Where is Silkju? ”

“I got married right away. But Silk Mom, Silk Mom, please don't talk about the baby. I got out of the house in a fight. ”

“What's there to fight about? ”

I coughed a few times because of the naive Chief Kim's question. Then I saw the kitchen and whispered very quietly.

“When the child grew up, Silk Shik's mother was pecking at money management. ”

How do you manage money? ”

“No need to whisper. I didn't do anything wrong. ”

She cut the conversation out of the kitchen. Three glasses of water on the floor. Director Kim shares a glass with me, looking at Hesyl.

“There was a will written by his father in the army. ”

And their reasoning, I'm afraid, is unraveling.

“I met a friend in the military and he owes me so much · · ·. He saved lives many times, and he was very helpful in many ways. ”

“You must have had a lot of brotherhood. ”

“Then he made a promise. We'll think of each other as family. You said you were gonna go home and live like a brother. It was about helping each other out when things were tough. ”

The one I was listening to slipped away. The voice of Bua slowly shifts.

“No. Family is family. Brothers are brothers. Money has nothing to do with it, Silk Mother. ”

“The other day, your son came to me and asked me to lend him some business money. ”

“That's a real family, man! ”

“That's what I think of you as a real family. ”

“And money is the difference between the sky and the universe. ”

I watched their little snarl. If you're that close, shouldn't this camera have been passed through his hands to Eun-hee?

“It's been a few years. ”

“It's money in my husband's name. · · · ”

“I give you money in the name of my husband in the country. That's Silk Mother's money. Here we go again. All right, all right. My blood pressure's going up because I'm frustrated. ”

He said he was already accustomed to bickering, but he drank only cold water. Lee Chang-dong, a Vietnam War warrior. An amount that was not short in months would fall into an annuity.

“Does Silk Road not have horn shells?" When I woke up, I saw all the money in the house was being sucked out. ”

“It's his father's will. He would have helped you if he was alive. ”

“Wait a minute.”

I raised my hand in frustration to stop their argument. This one smells really suspicious.

“Did you see the will yourself? ”

“Of course. I checked his uniform, his military use, his will. The others told me they were close to him. ”

“What about handwriting? ”

“· · The child's father's handwriting is correct. I looked it up at once. ”

I shaken my head firmly.

“We have to do a handwriting check. That's not all I see. Where's the will now? No, let's take a look at Mr. Minsik. ”

EP207. End of Message and Will

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