My Calling Is Profiler [EN]: Chapter 219

However, for the position of Senior Superintendent General, while there are political considerations, it’s primarily a practical role where performance is key. So, with enough determination, it’s achievable.

“And the Gyeonggi Northern Province has a large staff.”

Two hundred people? They could recruit even more. From the outset, Park Do-joon wasn’t planning to rely on support from Seoul. His target was the Gyeonggi Northern Police Agency.

“And with this much, it should be sufficient compensation for the negotiation, right?”

Park Do-joon tapped his phone again.

“…That sly bastard.”

The team leader shook his head, observing Park Do-joon’s actions.

Park Do-joon intended to persuade the head of the Gyeonggi Northern Police Agency to enlist their help. However, he knew it wouldn’t be an easy task.

The biggest hurdle was that, regardless of Park Do-joon’s fame, his rank wasn’t high enough to warrant a meeting with the agency head.

Moreover, his fame was for all the wrong reasons.

A guy who ‘eats’ fellow officers, a disgrace to the police—that was Park Do-joon’s reputation.

“That’s outrageous.”

“What is?”

“No, what did you do to earn the title of ‘disgrace to the police,’ sunbae [senior colleague]?”

Jung Yi-yeon shook her head, having just heard about Park Do-joon’s reputation.

“Well, I suppose I am a disgrace in a way.”

“No, usually to be considered a disgrace, you’d have to be incompetent or cause trouble. You’ve solved so many cases, sunbae.”

“That’s precisely why I’m a disgrace. Sometimes, there are cases that need to be covered up.”

However, Park Do-joon had no intention of covering up cases. Even before his regression, he had imprisoned his own brother for fraud.

Even if the circumstances of his brother’s fraud were understandable, fraud was still fraud.

For Park Do-joon, concealing cases to protect the corruption and incompetence within the police force was unacceptable.

“By the way, where did you hear such things?”

“Oh, here and there. Your reputation is quite something these days, sunbae. Shouldn’t they be promoting you instead of trying to get rid of you?”

“Promotion? Don’t make me laugh. I’m lucky if they don’t try to get rid of me.”

Park Do-joon chuckled. He wasn’t expecting any favors from the police.

In fact, he had worked as a police officer for a long time but never achieved a high rank, even until his death.

The higher-ups were too wary of Park Do-joon. They feared that his presence would expose their own wrongdoings and corruption.

“That’s why I’m asking for your help. I believe you have connections with the head of the Gyeonggi Northern Police Agency. Could you introduce me?”

“How did you know that?”

“It’s Wolgwang [a top law firm in Korea], after all.”

Wolgwang is one of the top law firms in Korea. They couldn’t have reached that position based solely on their legal skills.

They need the right connections and lobbying skills to maintain that position.

“To be honest, I can introduce you. My dad knows him. I’ve met him a few times.”

“So, what do I have to do for you?”

“Straight to the point?”

“If not, there’s no reason to bring it up with conditions.”

“Geez, you’re no fun, sunbae. How am I supposed to surprise you?”

“Someone tried, but no one has succeeded yet, so I don’t know.”

“So, it’s impossible.”

Jung Yi-yeon grumbled but took something out and handed it to Park Do-joon.

“I want you to take on a case.”

“A case? That’s against the rules.”

“Come on, sunbae! Between us…”

Park Do-joon chuckled as Jung Yi-yeon winked at him.

“Yeah, between us, what.”

He had decided not to live so strictly by the rules in this life, hadn’t he? Besides, now that he had agreed, helping secretly wouldn’t be difficult.

Moreover, he desperately needed help to solve a big case right now.

Just meeting wouldn’t be enough.

‘I need to mobilize at least 200 people.’

To do that, considerable pressure is needed. If deploying that many people yields good results, it would be a huge success, but failure would openly demonstrate incompetence.

Of course, the benefits far outweigh the losses, but civil servants, especially high-ranking ones, often try to avoid even the slightest risk, so considerable external pressure is often necessary.

“By the way, Wolgwang is requesting an analysis, so it must not be an easy case?”

At those words, Jung Yi-yeon spoke with a slightly troubled expression.

“There’s a client who seems to be hiding something, but I can’t figure out what it is. In such unsettling situations, we can’t win even if we go to trial. Judging by the hints, it seems like a crucial element… No, they’ll be punished if they lose, but I don’t know what they’re thinking.”

“I understand what you mean.”

Basically, to successfully argue a case, the client shouldn’t have any secrets about the incident. But sometimes, people try to hide things and still go to trial.

If it’s not important, it’s one thing, but if it is important, the client’s life could be ruined. Of course, the lawyer wants to find out and use it in court, but sometimes the client is willing to go to jail rather than reveal it.

“So, we’re considering various possibilities…”

“You don’t know?”

“Yes.”

“Let’s take a look. It’s murder?”

“Yes, they’re suspected of murder.”

To be exact, they are under investigation for murder, and the client, the suspect, is claiming innocence.

‘Interesting.’

Murder carries extremely severe penalties. Of course, it’s not unheard of to get only three or four years, but that’s only when someone is killed accidentally. This case is clearly suspected of being intentional murder—not an impulsive act, but a premeditated killing.

“Your side thinks they’re a murderer?”

“No, I don’t think so. But I can tell they’re hiding something; I just don’t know what.”

At those words, Park Do-joon began reading the case records again. The suspect is male. The victim is female, the suspect’s wife. The suspect reported that the victim committed suicide, but the investigation revealed that the victim’s death was not suicide but homicide. The method of killing was strangulation.

‘The tool is a rope.’

And the victim’s husband, who first discovered it, reported it, but the victim’s husband is the most likely suspect.

“It seems the victim and suspect didn’t have a good relationship.”

“Yes, they were in the middle of a divorce.”

“Divorce?”

“It was a nasty fight. Actually, we were handling the divorce lawsuit.”

The victim claimed that the suspect was cheating, and the suspect claimed that the victim had severe paranoia.

“So, did the victim succeed in finding any evidence?”

“No, so we were almost winning the trial.”

The victim claimed her husband was cheating, but she couldn’t submit any evidence or catch him in the act.

She was only claiming he was cheating based on her intuition.

“And your position?”

“I don’t know. We don’t follow them around to catch them cheating. It’s not our job as lawyers anyway.”

That’s true. A lawyer’s job is to protect the client, not to pry into their personal life.

“Hmm, the murder scene is in the backyard of the house…”

The victim and suspect lived in the countryside, so it’s impossible to confirm if any suspicious people were around.

The house has poor security, with no CCTV or anything like that.

“The client says he didn’t kill her. That’s all he says. The problem is the time.”

There is a thirty-minute gap between the time the suspect entered the house and the time he reported the death. The suspect claims he didn’t go to the backyard and didn’t discover the body, but the police believe he committed the murder during that time.

“The murder weapon is presumed to be a nylon rope.”

The problem is that nylon rope is a common item in the countryside.

“But don’t people usually separate when they’re going through a divorce?”

Park Do-joon flipped through the documents again. Several items were visible inside the large house. Considering that the house is a two-story building of about 50 pyeong [approximately 1,778 square feet], the building area is 100 pyeong [approximately 3,556 square feet], which is quite large.

“That’s why he’s more suspicious. The husband is not living at home.”

“Usually, yes.”

The suspect is currently staying at a hotel.

“Hmm, who owns the house?”

“Ah, the suspect’s house.”

“The suspect left the house?”

“Yes.”

At those words, Park Do-joon stroked his chin and pondered.

“Did the victim ever see the suspect express remorse or anything like that?”

“Huh? Well, he did show some remorse. He regretted not being better to her when she was alive.”

“What about the victim’s side?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did she want to maintain the family? Or did she want to break it up and go her separate way? Who filed the lawsuit?”

“Ah, the latter. She filed the lawsuit.”

“So, the client wanted to keep the family together?”

“Yes.”

At those words, Park Do-joon silently flipped through the documents, reviewing the case records. Then, he got up from his seat.

“We don’t have much time, so let’s move quickly. Let’s go to the scene.”

“Now? The time…”

“Let’s just consider it a drive. It’s in the outskirts.”

“No, why are our dates always at murder scenes or prisons?”

“Well, what can I do? I have to live busily.”

Park Do-joon shrugged and chuckled.

“The scene is a little further from here.”

“Stop the car for a second.”

Park Do-joon told Jung Yi-yeon to stop the car, then got out and looked around.

“Hmm. There aren’t many people around. No surveillance devices either.”

“There’s nothing around.”

“I guess.”

Looking around, there’s nothing special. It’s a typical house of someone who has moved to the countryside.

“Let’s go.”

After driving for a while, a fairly large house appeared. A country mansion that seemed to be about 300 pyeong in size [approximately 10,668 square feet].

“Looks like someone with money?”

“How did you know?”

“Even if land prices are cheap in the countryside, it’s rare to build such a large house. And when building a house, Koreans usually prefer to have a garden in front.”

But this place has a garden in the front and a small yard in the back.

“Someone like this isn’t coming to the countryside to farm. Usually, they’re here to rest or something.”

“That’s right. He’s still in his late 40s, but he has a lot of wealth.”

“Hmm.”

At those words, Park Do-joon stroked his chin. Then, he asked Jung Yi-yeon.

“So, how many lawyers are on the defense team?”

“Huh?”

“The defense team, I mean.”

“Oh, three, including me?”

“Only?”

“Sunbae, don’t you trust me? I’m pretty good?”

“Huh? No, that’s not it. I’ll explain later.”