My Calling Is Profiler [EN]: Chapter 383

‘I’m going crazy, really.’

“So, overall, what do you think?”

“Overall.”

Park Do-joon sighed deeply and said,

“The violent organization is the supplier.”

“What?”

“The supplier for sadomasochists.”

Jung Yi-yeon’s face hardened at those words. Supplying victims, not just engaging in prostitution at a bar, was something that could not be ignored. No, it wasn’t just that issue.

“Are you saying someone is intentionally supplying women to be killed?”

If it was simply about satisfying the desires of sadomasochists with mutual consent, there would be no legal issues other than sex crimes. But someone died.

“Yes, that’s the problem.”

Park Do-joon said, looking at the documents again.

“And Jung Jin-han is likely aware of that.”

# Not All Are the Same

Jung Jin-han. Park Do-joon’s senior profiler, three years his senior. To be exact, he was in the class right above Park Do-joon and right below Han Sung-ki. And he was a reasonably skilled person.

‘But, how should I put it, he’s kind of easygoing.’

With his skills and experience, he originally had the potential to be a team leader. But even in the original timeline, he didn’t become a team leader. To be precise, he refused it.

Because he was a person without ambition. Someone for whom leaving work on time was more important than promotions, and spending time with family was more important than achievements. Just that kind of person.

‘Even more so now.’

He got married and recently had a son. So, no matter how busy he is, he’s the type to stubbornly leave work on time unless it’s absolutely unavoidable.

Giving up promotions and choosing to spend time with family isn’t a bad thing.

‘And he’s not this type of person.’

Park Do-joon knows his writing style. That’s because, in the original timeline, when Park Do-joon became the team leader, Jung Jin-han diligently worked and submitted documents despite his junior becoming his superior.

Even though there was a difference of more than three years in their experience. Naturally, he already knows the style of reports he writes.

‘But this report is too brief.’

Beyond being brief, there are too many flaws, as if he’s trying to be discreet. And that means only one thing.

“Senior, can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Huh?”

Jung Jin-han, who was grinning while looking at his son’s picture, turned his head at Park Do-joon’s words.

“Why? I’m busy.”

“Senior, you can’t say you’re busy while looking at your son’s picture.”

“Hey, you little punk, do you want to take away even your senior’s little bit of healing?”

Since he’s not the type to be openly prickly, it seems like there’s a bit of back-and-forth, but that’s only because Jung Jin-han is the type to not make enemies. It doesn’t necessarily mean he’s close to Park Do-joon.

In fact, he never initiates conversations with Park Do-joon.

“Senior, there’s a pretty big problem.”

“What is it? You’re good, why are you bothering people?”

“It might be a big deal for you, not me.”

“What?”

“You need to see your son for a long time.”

At those words, a slight anger flickered in Jung Jin-han’s eyes. He took it as a threat against his son.

“You wanna die?”

“Don’t misunderstand. I’m saying this sincerely. You know I’m the best at fighting with the higher-ups, right?”

At those words, Jung Jin-han’s eyes wavered for a moment. Then, he looked at his son’s picture for a moment, remained silent, and got up from his seat.

“Okay, let’s go somewhere quiet and have a cup of tea.”

“Let’s go somewhere without people.”

“Let’s go outside altogether.”

At Park Do-joon’s words, Jung Jin-han suggested taking his car outside. Park Do-joon nodded at those words as well. They couldn’t say dangerous things inside the police station.

They drove far away. They received several calls in the middle, but both Park Do-joon and Jung Jin-han turned off their phones and ignored them. Instead of going to a coffee shop, they headed to a parking lot a bit further away, and Jung Jin-han pulled out a canned coffee from the vending machine next to him and threw it to Park Do-joon.

“Spill it.”

“You suspect Team Leader Lee Chang-man, right?”

“……”

“But you can’t touch him because of the higher-ups.”

“Fucking, damn it. Must be nice to be so good [to have connections].”

Jung Jin-han gulped down the canned coffee as if he was thirsty.

“How did you find out about this case?”

“I just found out while investigating.”

“Bullshit. A talented guy has a lot of connections… Haa!”

Jung Jin-han sighed deeply at those words. Then, he remained silent for a long time. Then, he asked in a worried voice.

“Don’t you think I might be on their side?”

“Senior isn’t the type to play such dangerous games.”

“I could be on their side and keep my mouth shut, right?”

“If that were the case, Senior wouldn’t have dragged me outside.”

“Damn it.”

“Don’t try to shoulder the risk alone.”

“You’re doing all that shit alone, but you talk a good game.”

Jung Jin-han poured the coffee into his mouth again, but there was nothing left. After keeping his mouth shut for a while, Jung Jin-han said.

“How did you know?”

“Team Leader Lee Chang-man assigned this case, right? And after that, he’s been walking around with an almost dead face. Senior knows that too, right?”

“That’s true.”

The reason Jung Jin-han became cautious about the higher-ups was precisely that. It was a case assigned to him, but Lee Chang-man’s condition deteriorated rapidly. If he couldn’t notice that much, he couldn’t call himself a profiler.

“And Lee Chang-man probably knows who that woman is. I think she might be a woman he was entertained by.”

“How do you know that too?”

“I can’t know her face or hands. Her identity is unknown, listed as anonymous. But the tattoo on her body is unique.”

No matter how much fashion tattoos are a thing these days, there still aren’t many people who get tattoos. Moreover, the woman had a tattoo in Chinese on her body.

How many people would have the same body type, the same location, the same color, and the same Chinese character tattoo?

“Lee Chang-man probably knows who the victim is. And he probably knows who’s behind it too.”

If he only knew who the victim was, he would have told us or the higher-ups.

“And the one behind it is probably a violent organization, and they’re the ones who entertained Lee Chang-man.”

“Shibal [Korean slang, similar to ‘fuck’ or ‘damn’]!”

Jung Jin-han unconsciously groped his body.

“There are no cigarettes. You won’t find them even if you look.”

“How do you know that too?”

“The first thing fathers do when a child is born is quit smoking. And I think I’m the only profiler who doesn’t smoke, right?”

“Hey, you shi… this bastard…! Okay, I admit it.”

Jung Jin-han acknowledged with a long sigh at Park Do-joon’s words, who analyzes everything, even trivial things, whether he’s a profiler or not.

“I know. I know. Damn it. Okay, then you know what I’m worried about too, right?”

Lee Chang-man is a guy who came down from above to screw over Park Do-joon. In other words, he’s connected to the higher-ups. Conversely, if you dig into this case, it might reach the higher-ups.

No, you can be almost 100% sure. Whatever organization it is, they wouldn’t have finished with just bribing a team leader.

“I know. The reason they’re quiet now is because they’re staying still since they think Senior doesn’t know.”

If Jung Jin-han seems to have noticed something strange, the best-case scenario is that Jung Jin-han steps away, and the worst-case scenario is that they cut off Jung Jin-han’s head.

Knowing that, Jung Jin-han pretended as much as possible that he didn’t know out of fear and submitted only plausible, minimal analysis documents.

“In the first place, ‘a violent organization near Pyeongtaek Port,’ that’s all.”

The closest port to that area is Pyeongtaek Port. So, he wrote and submitted that it was a violent organization in the Pyeongtaek area.

“But Senior doesn’t think so, right?”

“……”

Pyeongtaek Port is a huge port. Large ships go there, so small fishing boats can’t go there. But you can’t load a body on a big fishing boat to move it.

Furthermore, Pyeongtaek Port is near Asan Bay. And near there, there are small ports or harbors.

There are hundreds of ships that can depart from such places. In other words, it can never be Pyeongtaek Port. Of course, there is a high possibility that the violent organization is based in Pyeongtaek Port.

Without money flowing, a large organization cannot be created.

So, the possibility of a violent organization in the Pyeongtaek area that he put in the report was expressed at a vague level, and it’s ambiguous to be sure that he’s suspicious of it.

Furthermore, it would be impossible for other police officers to investigate with that.

“Don’t you have a cigarette…?”

“I told you, I don’t smoke.”

“You’re ruthless.”

Jung Jin-han gritted his teeth as he said that. Because Park Do-joon’s words were all correct.

“Yeah, that’s right. Lee Chang-man seems to know.”

“Are you sure?”

“I poked him a little. I asked if he knew the meaning of that Chinese character. But he said he didn’t know and turned his gaze away.”

A person who would normally have said, ‘Instead of not knowing, shouldn’t you be looking that up?’ couldn’t even make eye contact.

“So, I’m going crazy.”

If he reports it to the higher-ups, he doesn’t know how far their connections reach, but if he covers it up, it’s a case where someone died. And from a profiling perspective, the perpetrator hasn’t done this once or twice.

In other words, it’s a serial killer or a violent organization that has been committing serial killings, but pretending not to know that was bound to prick his conscience.

“I thought so.”

“Yeah, and this is… a bit suspicious, but maybe that organization….”

“They’re smuggling people?”

“How did you know?”

He deliberately omitted that story from the content. He even erased all the parts that could be suspicious. But he found that out?

“It’s simple. If it’s an organization that lobbies and manages to that extent in that area, it’s either drugs or smuggling.”

“Shibal [Korean slang, similar to ‘fuck’ or ‘damn’].”

“And that woman is probably Chinese too.”

“Damn it, how did you know that too?”

He spent days worrying about it to find out.

“There probably aren’t any Korean women walking around with Chinese tattoos on their stomachs, not just Chinese characters.”

“Ugh.”

Of course, up to this point is easy. But what comes next is the real deal.

“The perpetrator is probably someone who smuggles Chinese people in. And they’re probably someone who gets Chinese women jobs at bars or similar places. And some of them are provided as bait to sadomasochists depending on the situation.”

“How do you know that!”

“Isn’t it simple? Team Leader Lee Chang-man probably didn’t meet that woman on a blind date.”

Moreover, she has a tattoo on her stomach. Unless the woman was wearing a crop top, the only way Lee Chang-man could have seen the tattoo that can only be seen when naked is that.

“Moreover, the easiest way for female illegal immigrants to make money is that.”

It’s not easy to get money from male illegal immigrants. Because most of their workplaces are obvious. Furthermore, even workplaces that accept illegal immigrants usually try to cheat them out of their money under the pretext of being illegal immigrants, rather than giving them enough.

On the other hand, if a woman does well in a prostitution business, she can earn hundreds of thousands of won a day, but she can’t put that income in a bank, so she usually piles it up in cash.

A Profiler’s Calling