My Calling Is Profiler [EN]: Chapter 5

The Inherent Job of a Profiler – Episode 5 (5/725)

“Something else?”

Park Do-joon nodded and pointed to a suitcase in the corner.

“What about it?”

“It doesn’t belong there.”

“It doesn’t belong there?”

“This is a duplex officetel [a studio apartment with two floors].”

The first floor is for living space, and the second floor is usually for sleeping. Clothes and bedding are usually kept in the small closet on the second floor.

“Naturally, you’d keep a suitcase like that on the second floor.”

Even if you keep clothes or other things there, it doesn’t really make sense to store clothes in a suitcase, because that would mean they’d get wrinkled, and you can’t just take them out and put them back in every time.

Men might just store them haphazardly because they’re lazy, but would a neat and tidy woman in her mid-20s really put her clothes in a suitcase and store them on the first floor?

“She’d rather hang them on a hanger.”

“So?”

“So, I think someone brought this suitcase here.”

“Someone…”

Park Do-joon concluded that someone left this suitcase, and then the angry woman saw it, took out the photo, and slashed the face.

“Isn’t that speculation?”

“It’s not speculation. We’ll know once we open it.”

“Open it…”

At Park Do-joon’s words, the police officer nodded, and Seo Joo-won took a few photos of the location and surface before slowly opening the suitcase.

When he opened the bag, he found neatly organized clothes, underwear, and women’s products inside, and Han Sung-ki scoffed at the sight.

“Women’s products. What’s so strange about that?”

A woman’s house has a bag with women’s products and women’s clothes? Han Sung-ki scoffed, thinking there was nothing strange about that. But Park Do-joon was able to be certain when he saw it.

“This confirms it.”

“Confirms what?”

“The victim didn’t dump the man; she was dumped.”

“What?”

“The ex-boyfriend probably brought this here.”

The ex-boyfriend is probably living alone. The victim is twenty-five years old, so he’s probably around the same age or a little older, and it’s not unusual for a man of marriageable age to live alone.

“And if both the man and woman are living alone, they’ll naturally combine their homes.”

And generally, the woman will move into the man’s house. Naturally, the woman’s belongings and clothes will gradually accumulate in the man’s house.

“So, we can say that the man organized this and brought it here.”

“Aha!”

The investigator who was investigating exclaimed without realizing it, then quickly shut his mouth, glancing at Han Sung-ki. Han Sung-ki’s face already looked full of anger.

“So, the ex-boyfriend neatly organized this and brought it here?”

“Yes. That’s probably what happened.”

“They broke up; does that make sense?”

“Breaking up means the feeling of love is gone, not that you’ve lost your manners.”

The clothes and women’s products in the suitcase were neatly organized and packaged, and the clothes were carefully folded one by one.

“The boyfriend probably valued manners and wanted to break up in a good way until the very end.”

But the woman probably couldn’t accept it.

“A boyfriend would know the house’s password…”

He told her to take her things, but the girlfriend, unable to sort out her feelings, refused, so the boyfriend organized the clothes and bag and quietly brought them here, signaling the end of their relationship.

“Are you done?”

“Yes. I’m done.”

“What a load of crap.”

Han Sung-ki sneered at Park Do-joon with a face full of ridicule.

“You can tell he’s just memorized books. Do you think human emotions are that clean? When you break up, it’s dirty and petty, and you grab each other by the hair and shake it. What? Clean up the other person’s clothes to sort out your feelings and return them?”

Han Sung-ki said with a sneering face.

“I don’t know what I expected from a greenhorn who just started working today.”

Han Sung-ki completely dismissed Park Do-joon’s words and turned away.

“Ignore what that bastard says. Looking at him, his story is just brain farts. If you’re going to interpret it that way, you can say that this bag was packed by the woman to escape from the man. And if it was that kind of man’s face, she might have been angry and smeared paint on his face.”

“That’s right!”

The police also seemed to listen to Han Sung-ki’s words rather than Park Do-joon’s.

‘Well, I expected it.’

That’s because the target of profiling is basically the criminal, but the police are also ultimately a target to some extent.

Profiling isn’t some kind of superpower that works when things are good.

Naturally, when you deal with people, you see their inner selves, and from Park Do-joon’s point of view, he knew the habits of the police who had been working together for years.

‘Why go through the trouble of finding the real culprit when you can catch the criminal easily?’

The real culprit? The truth of the case? Unfortunately, it doesn’t really mean much to most police officers.

A case is just a record and a promotion process for the police.

Even if you stay up all night and dig into the case to catch the criminal, or if you just put together circumstantial evidence in the office to create a criminal, it’s the same personnel evaluation for the police.

And if something goes wrong with the case, will the police be held responsible? No, it’s not.

Unless there is criminal activity such as torture or evidence manipulation, the police investigation is in the realm of work, so they are not held responsible for such things.

‘It looks like the answer has already been decided.’

Park Do-joon couldn’t help but smile bitterly as he thought of the poor man who couldn’t avoid injustice in this life either.

# Rebellious

Park Do-joon didn’t go out as a profiler until the fourth day of his work as a profiler.

Of course, profilers are busy. But that busy isn’t because they’re tracking down real criminals and analyzing them.

The Korean police operate a profiler department, but those profilers, like other police officers, have to do all sorts of paperwork.

As a result, the work style is not only profiler work, but also profiler work + police work, so it’s inevitable that they’re busy.

“That bastard is incompetent but does paperwork really well.”

“He’s only good at paperwork. I saw him talking last time, and his skills were terrible.”

“He’s the top student, right?”

“Shibal [a Korean curse word]. You guys know that the police exam isn’t really about finding real police officers, is it? It’s a test to cut off grades, right?”

“Yeah. That’s true.”

People who openly ignore Park Do-joon. They do that even though they know Park Do-joon, who is doing paperwork, is listening.

‘So, I’m being targeted. Is this some kind of childish prank, or are you old guys playing bully?’

It’s obvious. As soon as Han Sung-ki came back, he must have been gossiping to the team members and badmouthing Park Do-joon, and the seniors, who were already entrenched as a kind of group, would never forgive Park Do-joon for talking to the same faction as them.

‘So, what you’re doing is ostracizing me?’

Park Do-joon was dumbfounded by the fact that the police officers, especially the profilers, had chosen ostracism to harass him.

‘Well, the situation is worse than before the regression, but it doesn’t matter.’

In the first place, Park Do-joon didn’t get along with other seniors even before the regression.

Park Do-joon’s skills were so good, and unlike the seniors who were just trying to get along, Park Do-joon strictly distinguished between public and private matters, so the seniors couldn’t like him.

Since there were profilers gathered, if Park Do-joon deliberately monitored the other person and profiled them, they couldn’t avoid being caught even if they ate something small [did something wrong], and in that case, Park Do-joon naturally reported it to the audit department, so even before the regression, Park Do-joon was like an enemy to the seniors.

“These days, they only pick kids who are good at talking, so the quality is falling like this.”

“That’s right.”

Park Do-joon ignored the seniors’ words to him and just silently did his job.

In the first place, profiling is the realm of geniuses. No matter how hard an ordinary person tries, they can’t reach Park Do-joon’s level of genius intuition.

It wasn’t Park Do-joon who took the exam and memorized the problems and got a job as a profiler; it was them.

“Park Do-joon, Park Do-joon, are you here!”

At that moment, the team leader came in and called Park Do-joon.

“What’s wrong, team leader?”

“Park Do-joon, you rascal. You have to tell me if you’re dating, right?”

“Yes?”

“No. Why didn’t you tell me you had such a pretty girl? Are you going to treat us to noodles this year [a Korean expression for getting married]?”

The only person in this team that I can acknowledge is the team leader.

The first generation who started profiling in earnest in Korea, a wasteland of profiling. And with a lot of experience, he was the real deal, unlike other people.

In fact, he recognized Park Do-joon’s skills and pushed him to be the team leader despite the opposition of others, and he was the one who retired.

So, he didn’t seem to have any hard feelings towards Park Do-joon, unlike other people.

“I’m not dating?”

“But such a pretty woman is looking for you? You bastard. Are you pretending not to know?”

“Isn’t she a complainant?”

“Why does a complainant call you senior [a term of respect for someone who graduated earlier]?”

“Senior?”

Park Do-joon tilted his head at the words. He wondered if there was anyone who would call him senior.

‘She calls me senior? Well, it’s not that there aren’t any women who would, but…’

Anyway, he went to school, so he went to co-ed middle and high schools after elementary school, and he also went to college, so it’s not that he doesn’t have any female juniors.

‘I didn’t really get close to anyone…’

Park Do-joon has always been quick to sense people’s emotions and moods, and because of that, he was reluctant to deal with people.

Especially women, because young girls tend to show their dislike even if they don’t like something a little bit, and Park Do-joon, who is quick-witted, felt that sensitively and kept his distance.

So, Park Do-joon couldn’t even date, let alone get married, even before the regression.

Of course, there was no one in his memory who would call him senior and come to see him. Furthermore, he had never told his seniors or juniors that he had gotten a job as a profiler in the police.

“Go quickly. Hey, noodles. Noodles.”

Park Do-joon, tilting his head at the team leader’s excited words, met someone he didn’t expect.

“Senior, long time no see!”

“Jung Yi-yeon, what brings you here?”

“I came because I missed you, senior.”

“Ah. Um…”

Park Do-joon avoids people, but there are some people he wants to avoid separately. That’s Jung Yi-yeon in front of him.

Unlike Park Do-joon, Jung Yi-yeon’s high-tension personality was the opposite of Park Do-joon, who is calm, quiet, and analyzes situations coolly.

Furthermore, her tension was so high that she was the type to get Park Do-joon, who didn’t want to get involved with people, involved without even realizing it.

The Inherent Job of a Profiler