My Calling Is Profiler [EN]: Chapter 444

“Didn’t something like that happen recently? That prosecutor who went ballistic, threatening to ruin a delivery guy’s life.”

“Did something like that happen?”

“Yes.”

The incident itself was simple. Someone ordered soju [Korean rice wine] and food for delivery from a restaurant. Legally, soju requires in-person delivery because if it’s delivered without verification, a minor could receive it using their parents’ account.

The delivery person, aware of this regulation, refused to give the soju to the child, explaining the need for in-person delivery. The parent insisted on delivery, claiming to be showering and refusing to come to the door or even answer a call.

Eventually, the delivery person only delivered the food, omitting the soju. The customer, identifying himself as a prosecutor, went ballistic, threatening to use all his power to ruin the restaurant.

A prosecutor, who should uphold the law, thought he was above it, demanding illegal actions. When that failed, he tried to use his power to destroy an innocent victim.

“Did that happen?”

“It was quite a famous incident online.”

“Hmm!”

“As seen in such cases, these sadistic crimes escalate if there are no brakes.”

Moreover, no one had ever put brakes on Hong Woo-jong. Instead of brakes, he was surrounded by people supplying him with women and drugs whenever he wanted.

“In such cases, the marginal utility diminishes significantly.”

Even if he beat a woman in a bar while drunk, the bar couldn’t touch him because he was the second son of the Daeguk Group [a fictional powerful conglomerate]. Surrounded by people loyal to him or catering to his perverse tendencies, his life would naturally become boring and tedious.

“But no one willingly dies when faced with death.”

Even death row inmates scream and soil themselves, begging for their lives at the last moment. Who would accept their death and let themselves be killed when facing such a crisis?

Even those who wish for suicide desire a painless death, not prolonged torture.

“So, the best possible resistance manifests when facing death?”

“Exactly.”

And once an extreme sadist like Hong Woo-jong experiences the pleasure of breaking that resistance, he becomes completely addicted to the shock.

“In fact, overseas studies show that such criminals often become psychologically impotent.”

“Psychologically impotent?”

“Yes, more accurately, it should be expressed as erectile dysfunction.”

Someone whose sexual desire was stimulated by strong stimuli finds that their desire doesn’t function properly with other stimuli.

“Especially in the case of criminals involved in perverted sexual desires or control, such psychogenic erectile dysfunction is severe.”

The problem is that an erection for a man isn’t just for intercourse. It’s a hormonal function, and a man’s sexual ability is strongly linked to his self-esteem and sense of existence.

“When they realize they have psychogenic erectile dysfunction, they try to hide it and treat it at all costs.”

“Even if it means murder?”

“That’s right.”

“…Crazy.”

Gwajaeng let out a hollow laugh. He would have dismissed it as nonsense before, but with the information from Myanmar and what he knew about Hong Woo-jong, it wasn’t entirely impossible.

“Ugh.”

“You seem to know something.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then you shouldn’t look away from me.”

“Hey! Can’t you not profile your colleagues?”

“It’s not a switch; there’s no way to turn it off. And if you know something and don’t say it, you might have problems later.”

Gwajaeng grumbled.

“That’s why no one wants to be a team leader.”

“Speaking of which, is there still no nominee?”

“It’ll come out soon. Don’t worry. I’ll put anyone up so I don’t have to see your face.”

He grumbled and told what he knew.

“I don’t know much about that bastard Hong Woo-jong. There was just one incident a long time ago.”

“An incident?”

“Yeah, there was an assault case at a bar.”

“When was this?”

“A long time ago, when he was a college student.”

If Hong Woo-jong was a college student, it was more than ten years ago.

“I haven’t seen it in the news.”

“Would it be? It’s a Daeguk Group case.”

“Then how do you know?”

“I remember because I handled the case, why?”

“Ah!”

Gwajaeng was in charge at the time, and the result is obvious.

“They told you to cover it up.”

“Not everyone can live with a dragon’s backbone like you, you bastard.”

More than ten years ago, when Hong Woo-jong was a college student, an assault case broke out in a room salon [private hostess bar] in Gangnam [affluent district in Seoul]. He was dispatched, but the Daeguk Group exerted pressure to cover up the case.

“It must have been serious.”

“It was. That crazy bastard got drunk and slashed a woman’s face.”

“What? Was there a fight?”

“No.”

If it was a heated argument, he would understand. But it wasn’t that; he just showed interest because he liked her, and then suddenly did that.

“Who would say no to the Daeguk Group heir showing interest?”

Of course, the woman also showed interest, hoping for something, but after a few rounds of drinks, he suddenly changed and slashed her face with a knife.

“A knife? Knives are usually prohibited in bars.”

“That’s right.”

Bars don’t provide items that can be used as knives in case someone gets drunk and causes an accident. Even fruit platters are pre-cut, and even if a knife is needed, they provide a blunt knife for cutting pork cutlets.

“Usually, yes. But this guy brought it with him.”

“And they just let it go?”

Even if he’s from a chaebol [family-owned conglomerate] family, it’s too dangerous.

“Moreover, bringing a knife is premeditated, no matter who looks at it.”

“No, the higher-ups thought it was an accidental mistake made while drunk.”

“That’s what they want to think.”

There’s no reason for a chaebol’s son to carry a knife or buy one. Ordinary people might carry a jackknife for safety reasons, and some bad guys carry them for intimidation, but there’s no reason for a chaebol’s son to carry one.

“That woman, she’s a bar hostess, right? It must have been a room salon.”

Gwajaeng was startled by Park Do-joon’s words. He only said there was a simple dispute in a bar, but he figured it out right away.

“How did you know?”

“It was a kind of experiment.”

“An experiment?”

“Yes, an experiment to see how much, or rather, how much the Daeguk Group can cover for him.”

“An experiment?”

“Experiments happen more often than you think. Psychopaths actually grow.”

People think psychopaths suddenly go crazy and kill people with a knife. But there’s no such person in the world.

Even if they really go crazy, they become dangerous people as their symptoms worsen. They don’t suddenly go crazy and commit murder after waking up.

“Psychopaths are the same.”

The most critical factor in making a preliminary judgment when diagnosing a psychopath is such preliminary experiments.

They don’t kill people from the beginning. The killing starts with small chicks or birds, then larger animals, and then attacks on humans.

“They attack small animals first?”

“It may seem that way, but it’s not.”

“Then?”

“It’s a judgment of a being that resists them. More precisely, it’s an experiment to determine how much they can suppress.”

Of course, they know rationally that small chicks or birds can’t resist. But doesn’t even an earthworm squirm when stepped on?

Psychopaths train in this way, building resistance to killing or overcoming the revulsion of taking a life.

“And finally, there are humans left.”

“Humans?”

After going through everything, they need to experiment on humans to suppress the other person and enjoy the pleasure. The problem is how to secure that human.

“When a psychopath commits murder or harm for the first time, they choose a target they can control.”

For example, their younger sibling or a powerless woman is kidnapped and murdered. They choose a target they can suppress for their own safety.

“And a woman working in a room salon is a controllable target.”

If it were an ordinary person, they would appeal to the media or become a social issue, but that’s not the case for a woman working in a room salon.

“First of all, room salons are often associated with violent organizations.”

Causing problems? Then the violent organization will stop it. The problem is that it doesn’t just mean customers. There are actually quite a few cases where employees are assaulted if customers are uncomfortable.

“Moreover, even if it leaks to the media, it’s easy to portray it as self-inflicted since they are sex trafficking offenders.”

Even if the perpetrator is from a chaebol family. Socially, the perception of such people is at rock bottom.

“Considering these various signs, a bar hostess is the most suitable subject for experimentation.”

“Hoo. Yeah, you’re right.”

Gwajaeng clicked his tongue.

“She’s a bar hostess. I don’t have to say the name of the bar, do I?”

“It’s probably gone anyway.”

“You even figured that out?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

It’s natural for a bar to change its name if bad rumors spread. Otherwise, it could really go bankrupt.

“They probably gave her money to keep her mouth shut, then sent her to Japan for plastic surgery to finish it off.”

“How did you know that?”

Gwajaeng looked at him as if he was dumbfounded.

“No, if they didn’t give her plastic surgery, would it be covered up?”

“No, not that, Japan, I mean.”

“Ah, that? Chaebols wouldn’t want to handle this kind of thing in Korea.”

If she was hospitalized in a Korean hospital and complained out of resentment, rumors could spread through the nurses. It’s not like there aren’t such cases.

“But they can’t communicate in Japanese.”

Moreover, Japanese plastic surgery technology isn’t bad.

“So it’s perfect for keeping her mouth shut. Why do celebrities go to Japan for dialysis when it comes to drug-related issues?”

Is it because there’s no dialysis equipment in Korea? Or because they can’t borrow it? No. It’s because they’re afraid someone will recognize them and spread it on the internet.