My Calling Is Profiler [EN]: Chapter 160

“Then we need to hurry.”

“Understood.”

Lee Ji-soo nodded, and Park Do-joon moved to catch the next flight as soon as they got off the plane.

Their destination was New York, but Jang Jin-woo’s brother lived in another city.

“Ugh… I feel like I’m going to die.”

Lee Ji-soo groaned, complaining about how she was going to die as she followed Park Do-joon to the domestic flight line.

They didn’t have much time, so the two of them couldn’t rest properly and boarded the domestic flight. Soon after, the plane took off.

“Just hang in there. We only have five more hours to go.”

“But we have to move to the accommodation after we land, right?”

“That’s true.”

“It’s a relief that you booked a place near the airport.”

“This all comes from experience.”

‘Originally, it’s future experience, though.’

Park Do-joon, who hasn’t even been abroad once yet, let alone to America, used to travel busily around the world for numerous academic conferences and lectures before his regression. His skills were top-class worldwide, so when a profiler conference was held, the government would send him first.

So, he tried his best to solve the problems caused by jet lag and was able to figure out this method.

“……I’m sleepy.”

“Hang in there.”

One hour into the flight, Park Do-joon got up from his seat.

“I’m going to the restroom.”

“Yes, Detective.”

Park Do-joon walked slowly towards the restroom and brushed past a man who was coming out.

‘Hmm.’

At that moment, Park Do-joon flinched. He smelled something familiar on the man.

‘This smell is?’

Park Do-joon turned his head to look at the man. The man in a suit nonchalantly went to his seat and sat down. But Park Do-joon stared intently at him.

‘I have a bad feeling.’

Park Do-joon looked at him before entering the restroom. Then, he took a deep breath, inhaling the air.

“Hoo~!”

A deep inhale of the smell. Of course, it’s not because Park Do-joon is a pervert who gets excited by the scent of a strange man.

“This is definitely the smell of hashish.”

Hashish, that is, highly concentrated cannabis.

Cannabis is a drug and is naturally illegal. However, some states in the United States have legalized cannabis, so it’s not a big deal. But hashish is different from regular cannabis.

It’s a method of highly concentrating the ingredients in a unique way to increase the effect.

Naturally, its stimulating effect is much greater. And this method is commonly used in Islamic cultures.

Other countries would rather move on to chemical drugs such as methamphetamine or amphetamine than concentrate cannabis.

That’s more efficient and cheaper.

“Hashish, huh…….”

The reason Park Do-joon inhaled the air in the restroom is that the restroom is a confined space, so there is a high possibility that the smell remains. Of course, there is a ventilation system, but it can’t perfectly remove the smell of the person who just left.

“This is unsettling…….”

It’s not just because Park Do-joon used drugs that he feels uneasy. Hashish was treated as the last courage potion for assassins or terrorists in the Islamic world.

When they are intoxicated with drugs, they feel no pain and bravely commit suicide bombings.

It’s not a joke, but the general academic opinion is that the etymology of assassin comes from Hashashin in the Islamic culture, and the etymology of Hashashin is hashish.

‘He looks like a businessman.’

But there are one or two strange things.

First, the hair. It’s cut like other people’s, but the hair condition is not good. It’s not hair loss, but it feels like it’s been neglected for a long time.

Park Do-joon doesn’t really put anything on his hair, but even if you just use shampoo in modern society, it doesn’t get to that point.

He had only had hair like that once.

‘It was when I went on a 2-week training in the military.’

Since there was no water to drink, I couldn’t wash, and when I came back after not washing for 2 weeks, my hair was dry and messed up.

Furthermore, another problem is the beard. There are traces of sparsely cut beard. Shaving is a basic thing for modern people. In the first place, the razors that come out these days are so good that they don’t cut sparsely like that.

‘If you use it properly, that is.’

In other words, he doesn’t know how to use a razor. And the strangest thing is the hair. The skin is generally dark, but there is a white part only on the forehead.

That usually happens when you cover your head with something, and the uncovered part gets tanned by the sun.

‘A hat or a turban.’

But it’s strange for something covered with a hat. First of all, the outfit is a suit. He looks like he doesn’t usually wear a hat.

Furthermore, most of the hats that are comfortable to wear have brims. It’s not that there are no hats without brims like beanies, but those are in the realm of fashion hats, so it’s unlikely that men of this type wearing suits will wear them.

‘Hashish, unkempt hair, rough skin…….’

Isn’t that the typical appearance of a terrorist? Of course, it’s not like I’m looking at Muslims with colored glasses. In fact, there are many secularists among Muslims, and they are doing well and doing business.

‘But he’s showing a very different appearance from those people.’

It was only a brief moment, but I could tell for sure.

‘Simple movement? Or…….’

It would be fortunate if it was just a simple movement. But what if there are companions?

Park Do-joon pondered for a moment. And his intuition was telling him that he couldn’t ignore it.

“I need to check it out.”

Park Do-joon came out of the restroom and slowly walked around the cabin. He has a good eye, so he was able to find three more people with similar characteristics.

‘It can’t be a coincidence.’

Park Do-joon smiled bitterly and headed to his seat. But when Park Do-joon went to his seat, a stewardess approached him. It seemed that she was concerned because Park Do-joon was walking around the entire cabin.

“How can I help you?”

She smiles and speaks to Park Do-joon, but there is clearly wariness in her eyes.

‘It’s a relief.’

I needed a way to safely contact the flight crew anyway.

“I’m Park Do-joon, a profiler from Korea. This is my colleague, Lee Ji-soo, who is also a profiler.”

“Yes, do you need any help?”

“I went to the restroom and found someone who I suspect is a terrorist.”

The stewardess’s eyes shook at those words. That’s because the United States has been turned upside down by terrorists. Since there was a history of terrorists hijacking planes and crashing into buildings, the fact that there were terrorists on board was something that could not be ignored.

“Just a moment…….”

Park Do-joon took out his ID and showed it to her. Of course, she wouldn’t recognize the Korean police ID. But she would know the word profiler written on the business card he took out.

In a confusing situation, the stewardess’s eyes flickered for a moment before she smiled.

“Yes, then I’ll bring you the juice you asked for.”

The stewardess smiled at Park Do-joon and left. Park Do-joon didn’t ask what she was talking about. She had found the best way to avoid suspicion from those around her.

“Detective, what are you talking about? Suddenly, a terrorist?”

Lee Ji-soo’s face turned pale at the word terrorist. What image comes to mind when you think of a terrorist? Hijacking, bombing, building collisions, etc., all crimes with absolutely no chance of survival, right?

It’s even worse on the ground, but there’s no way to survive in the sky.

“Calm down.”

Park Do-joon grabbed Lee Ji-soo’s hand tightly.

“The kind of thing you’re thinking about won’t happen.”

“Yes?”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Park Do-joon said calmly.

“They’ll bring the police here, so wait.”

“The police?”

“Under US law, all aircraft are required to have at least one security officer on board.”

He is disguised as a regular customer, but he is the only one on this aircraft who is armed with a gun and has full authority in an emergency.

“They won’t ignore the word terror.”

Especially in the United States, which is terrified of the word terror.

“Here’s the orange juice you ordered.”

The stewardess smiles and brings the juice. But there was a small note underneath.

-Come to the back of the plane in 5 minutes.

Park Do-joon checked it, crumpled it into his pocket, and drank the orange juice coolly. It’s not like he’s calm in this situation.

‘I hope I’m wrong.’

But it didn’t feel that way. People with the same physical characteristics are on the same plane, pretending not to know each other? What are the chances of that?

‘At least the possibility of a problem with the aircraft itself is not high.’

Park Do-joon thought so and drank the last remaining orange juice. And when it was 5 minutes, he got up from his seat and headed to the back of the plane.

There, a burly black man was standing.

“Are you the one who said there was someone suspected of being a terrorist?”

“I’m Park Do-joon, a profiler from the Korean police.”

“I’m Eddie Jackson from the US Aviation Security Administration. But how did you know?”

“I smelled hashish as I passed by.”

“Hashish, you say?”

“Yes.”

At those words, Eddie Jackson’s face hardened. Hashish is a drug that is rarely used in developed countries. It is mainly used in the Middle East, a drug favored by Islamic warriors.

It is often used to forget the fear and dread of combat and suicide bombings.

“But just because they use it doesn’t mean they’re terrorists…….”

“I’ve never seen anyone who uses hashish wearing a suit, at least.”

Park Do-joon explained the current situation. Their physical characteristics. And the condition of the body.

“The fact that only the forehead is white means…….”

“Perhaps it’s the influence of the turban.”

“But they could just be simple Muslims, couldn’t they?”

“Yes, but turbans are not illegal on airplanes.”

“Yes?”

“It’s not illegal to wear a turban.”

A turban is just a kind of traditional hat made by wrapping cloth around it. It’s not something that can block X-rays, so there’s no regulation that you have to take it off when you get on a plane.

“There’s no reason for a Muslim to suddenly wear a suit and get on a plane. Humans use masks to hide what they want to hide.”

If he had smelled hashish from someone wearing Islamic clothing, Park Do-joon would not have suspected him. But he suspects a man wearing a suit, a man who looks like a typical American, smelled of hashish.

“What about the passenger list?”

“I’ve already checked it. There are a total of twelve people with Islamic names on the list. But they are all Americans.”

“They must be disguised as Americans.”

At Park Do-joon’s words, Eddie Jackson frowned. In fact, this happens quite often. No matter how hard you try, you can’t perfectly stop terrorists.

If Americans knew the number of terrorists trying to enter the United States every year, they would probably be paralyzed with fear.

“Hmm, are they trying to blow this place up?”

The stewardess who was listening turned pale at those words. If that happened, no one would survive.

“That won’t be the case.”

Park Do-joon shook his head at those words.

“Why?”

“Apart from sneaking on board, it’s difficult to avoid baggage screening. And if the purpose is to blow it up, there’s no reason for so many people to get on.”