My Calling Is Profiler [EN]: Chapter 79

“Well, the media has practically branded our client as a murderer.”

“That’s exactly why they’ll be more off guard. The rank and file know the police are botching things. If the organization’s second-in-command faces a life-or-death crisis, they can’t just ignore it. They’re probably rushing over here, eager to prove their loyalty.”

Park Do-joon spoke confidently.

Indeed, they arrived shortly after.

“I am Kang Young-han. I heard my brother is here?”

“Your brother?”

“Ji Young-soo.”

“Ah…….”

At Kang Young-han’s words, the staff member at the entrance looked sympathetic and made a call inside.

Soon, a doctor came out, looking weary.

“Are you the guardian of Ji Young-soo?”

“I am.”

“Um, I’m sorry to say this… We did our best, but all three of them….”

“Bro, Brother…!”

“N, no way!”

The two who had come along, hearing the news of their close comrade’s death, seemed devastated.

“Crushed by a truck full of concrete….”

“Ch, children… Where are the children?”

“They are in the morgue.”

“I, I have to see them with my own eyes.”

“No, that’s… not advisable.”

“Why can’t I see them!”

“The state of the bodies… is not presentable.”

Well, being crushed by something weighing dozens of tons, they couldn’t possibly be in good condition.

However, Kang Young-han was resolute.

“I have to see my brother’s face.”

“Haa, I understand. Follow me.”

The doctor led the way, and the three quietly followed behind. They headed towards the morgue, which was deserted.

“You need to prepare yourself.”

“I understand.”

Just as Kang Young-han took a deep breath, several people suddenly rushed from around and pinned him down.

“Agh!”

“What is this!”

“What do you think? Kang Young-han, you are under arrest for kidnapping.”

“What? Let go of me! Let go!”

“Like hell we will. Would we set a trap if we were going to let you go?”

“Trap?”

At the word ‘trap,’ Kang Young-han snapped to his senses. At that moment, the doctor walking ahead, Park Do-joon, turned around and approached Kang Young-han.

“That’s right. A trap. Your brothers are already at the police station.”

“Y, you son of a bitch!”

Enraged, Kang Young-han tried to lunge at Park Do-joon, but the police were already holding him down.

“Now, then. What you need to do is….”

Park Do-joon said coldly, looking at Kang Young-han.

“Strip.”

At those words, Kang Young-han felt a strange chill run down his spine.

***

“I wonder if the boss is okay?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s been through worse. He’ll shake it off.”

The three remaining at the hideout were trying to reassure themselves and quell their anxiety.

“He’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.”

They were muttering to ease their anxiety when they heard the sound of a car approaching. They turned their heads and saw their bosses’ car entering the yard.

“Oh? They’re here!”

They rushed out in a hurry.

The car slowly entered the yard. They approached the three people who got out.

“Boss, where is the second boss?”

“How are the others?”

They asked, approaching, then hesitated. Everyone was bowing their heads… they seemed to know the result.

“N, no way…?”

“Sob! The second boss…!”

They seemed to have anticipated the worst and bowed their heads, beginning to cry.

The three who got out of the car came over and gently hugged them.

Then…….

“Ugh!”

They threw them down, sending them sprawling to the ground.

They felt like they were suffocating from the sudden shock, but before the pain could subside, handcuffs were slapped on their wrists.

“You are under arrest for kidnapping.”

“You… you’re not the boss? You bastards, what did you do to the boss!”

“Yeah. Police station.”

Park Do-joon, wearing Kang Young-han’s clothes, smirked.

At that moment, a police car came in right behind them and rushed into the house.

“Ms. Yoo Jung-ah, we’re here to rescue you!”

A scream was heard from inside at the police’s words.

“Here! Please save me!”

After a while, Park Do-joon, watching the female officers go inside with blankets, turned his head and looked at the arrested criminals.

“You’ll probably rot for a long time this time.”

***

“Detective, how did you know they would come to us first?”

Jung Yi-yeon asked, looking at the criminals being dragged away, seemingly amazed. Park Do-joon had argued that if they wore Kang Young-han and his gang’s clothes, the others would approach them first, and they could use that opportunity to subdue them and rescue the hostage.

And it wasn’t difficult to subdue the criminals who approached without any resistance.

They were able to rescue the hostage without any resistance.

“Ah, it’s simple. People generally judge objects by their clothes rather than their faces when recognizing them.”

“Clothes?”

“Yes. Of course, if you are very close, you can check the face first, but at a distance, especially if it’s someone you know, you judge the person by their clothes.”

For example, if you met someone in the morning and saw someone wearing the exact same clothes in the afternoon, you would unconsciously assume it was the same person you met in the morning.

“Moreover, they are in a very worried state right now.”

Worry is another word for stress.

In situations where stress is severe, such as hearing news of an accident involving a close person, judgment is impaired.

Furthermore, since they returned in the same car they had taken in the morning, they probably assumed they were colleagues, so they rushed over, eager to ask about the well-being of the other injured members.

“In that situation, it’s not easy for someone to think clearly and consider the victim’s safety.”

As a result, all three people remaining in the house came to ask about the situation, and they were able to rescue the victim without any harm.

“By the way, then our client will be released soon.”

“Probably.”

Park Do-joon nodded.

“However, the real problem is catching the real culprit.”

***

It wasn’t difficult to prove that Kang Young-soo had killed Jeon Wan-gu. Yoo Jung-ah, who survived, told the police everything.

“So, Kang Young-han was caught alive and taken to the police station?”

“Yes, Assemblyman.”

Hong Woo-jong asked in the darkness.

“There’s no problem, right?”

“No, sir. We deposited the commission fee into a Chinese account from the start.”

“That’s a relief. But this is unexpected. You said you handled it perfectly? The police seemed incompetent.”

“Ah, that’s… it happened while trying to save a woman named Yoo Jung-ah.”

At those words, Hong Woo-jong sneered.

“What are those crazy bastards doing, letting a witness live because they’re horny?”

“That’s why they’re only running such a small organization, isn’t it?”

“That’s true. Anyway, clean up anything that could be traced back to us, for safety.”

“Yes, CEO.”

“Hey! Not CEO, Assemblyman.”

“I made a mistake. I’m sorry, Assemblyman.”

“By the way, who was the guy who figured this out?”

“It’s a new profiler named Park Do-joon.”

“Why did that bastard suddenly take on this case?”

“He was targeted internally and practically excluded from the Jeon Wan-gu case. So, he was handed the Yoo Jung-ah case instead.”

“Like a blind man finding a dime [a lucky accident].”

Hong Woo-jong said quietly.

“Clean it up thoroughly. I hate loose ends.”

“Yes. I understand.”

When Hong Woo-jong heard the words and waved his hand, the subordinate quietly left.

And Hong Woo-jong, left alone in the office, said, looking at the bright city lights.

“Farewell, former Assemblyman.”

***

Park Do-joon leisurely went to work at the police station.

The atmosphere inside the police station was indescribably heavy.

It was understandable.

They had essentially advertised their own failure. They had wrongly accused an innocent victim, and then the situation had been overturned.

The public was outraged, with comments like, ‘My daughter died unjustly, and now you’re deliberately trying to frame her!’, so the police were being criticized for everything.

“Lucky bastard….”

The first thing Park Do-joon heard as soon as he came to work was this.

Han Sung-gi glared at Park Do-joon with annoyed eyes, but Park Do-joon ignored his gaze and sat down at his desk.

‘Well, I expected that.’

In fact, the police probably wanted the case to be covered up. That would have been a way to hide their incompetence.

However, they had only highlighted their own failings, so the atmosphere was tense, except for one person: Park Do-joon.

“Hum hum hum.”

Park Do-joon hummed to himself and organized the documents.

Just then, the team leader, who was coming in after finishing a meeting, hit Park Do-joon on the back of the head with a file.

“The atmosphere is terrible, and you’re humming?”

“Why is that my problem? It’s the fault of the higher-ups who messed up.”

“Yeah. You’ve got all the luck.”

“……How old is that slang?”

“Shut up. The higher-ups are already in an uproar.”

“Well, if we just grill Kang Young-soo and find out who’s behind him, wouldn’t that be it?”

“Kang Young-soo is dead.”

“Yes?”

At those words, everyone’s attention turned to the team leader.

“That bastard committed suicide in prison.”

“Is that possible?”

“Ah, I don’t know. He ate potassium cyanide and committed suicide, so what can I do?”

“Potassium cyanide…….”

Prisons hate it when a suspect commits suicide.

Of course, when they enter, they are thoroughly searched, and even their clothes are completely changed.

But he ate potassium cyanide and committed suicide…….

“It doesn’t seem like a coincidence?”

“How could it be a coincidence? But knowing that is what makes it a headache.”

Someone brought in potassium cyanide, and he committed suicide.

The higher-ups concluded that he chose suicide because he thought he would face the death penalty or life imprisonment… but there are many unanswered questions.

The problem is that it’s nearly impossible to bring potassium cyanide into the prison, and even if he did, it’s unlikely that a selfish person who would commit murder for hire would commit suicide so easily.

“The important thing is that the bastard is dead, and the trail has gone cold.”

It can’t be a coincidence.

“The important thing is that this has been taken out of our hands for now. We have a lot of work to do in the meantime.”

Park Do-joon smiled bitterly at those words.

“And Park Do-joon… let’s work together on something.”

“Work?”

“I need someone with the best skills.”

Park Do-joon had a puzzled expression at the team leader’s words, and the other team members who heard those words looked disgusted.