NOVEL NEXT Chapter 27.3
The Child of a Chaebol vs. The Psychopath (3)
“So you’re saying that he’s refusing to make a statement.”
I’ve come all the way here after shovelling all night, just for the sake of Chu Oh-Myeong’s twisted desires.
The detective from the Violent Crime Task Force Team 1 nodded his head in embarrassment.
He seemed to have had some difficulties, so it appeared that Chu Oh-Myeong had played around with him as well.
“We immediately took action as soon as we got your call, but he suddenly started saying that he wouldn’t say a word unless it’s with you.”
“He’s refusing to make a statement? The corpses have all been unearthed, but he thinks he can still refuuuse?! This isn’t a blind date, so why the hell does he think that he can just pick any detective?”
Black rolled up his sleeves and got ready to run wild.
It was because of what happened on the way back.
He had insisted on just one cup of rice wine, which then became two cups, and then finally three cups, leaving him in this state.
Mong-Doo and I grabbed Black by the arms and stopped him in his tracks.
“Hold on a moment. Please calm down a little.”
Although we couldn’t trust Chu Oh-Myoung, we also couldn’t just dismiss it as a lie.
Especially since that was Chu Oh-Myeong’s signature method of killing his victims.
Shit. Even though I feel so tired that I’m about to drop.
I took off my coat and laid it across my desk.
“Chu Oh-Myeong is in the lock-up, right?”
“He should be. But he said to come see him after 10 o’clock. Since he’ll be eating breakfast.”
Black muttered darkly.
“After killing so many people, we still have to feed him.”
“I’ll try to get a statement. We need to know if there really is a living victim, and if so, where she is.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Silence flowed through the interrogation room.
Chu Oh-Myeon was tapping his finger on the table.
He was still showing a smile, but compared to when I first saw him, it had definitely dimmed.
This was natural, since things had turned out so much differently to what he had expected.
Ten minutes have passed as we’ve sat here facing each other.
It was a silent struggle to see who would show their desperation by speaking first.
Of course, I was at a large disadvantage.
I urgently needed to find the survivor in time, while he didn’t care one way or the other.
But I needed to show that I wasn’t at all nervous.
Especially in front of this jerk who likes to toy with people.
Buzzz-
[Newbie. Is everything going okay? The clock is still ticking.]
I received a message from the Team Leader underneath the table.
Fine. This much should be enough.
I opened my notebook and asked with feigned indifference.
“I will now begin with the offender’s statement.”
“You really are impressive.”
“Check if the personal information written here is correct.”
“I really didn’t think you’d be able to find them.”
“I will consider the above words as confirmation.”
“But why do you keep going around in circles?”
I stopped stalking and lifted my head to stare at him.
Chu Oh-Myeong grinned widely and slouched back in his seat.
“The survivor. Aren’t you here to ask about her? Let’s just get to the point.”
Showing me the back of his hand, he held out his index and middle fingers.
He was asking for a cigarette.
With a sigh, I glanced towards the darkened window.
A moment later, Black came in with a fierce expression and handed me a cigarette and a lighter.
Chu Oh-Myeong suddenly smacked Black’s ass and goaded him in a cheeky tone of voice.
“Wow. Does the Detective-nim really smoke such expensive cigarettes? And the lighter is also quite high-class. Aren’t you overdoing it on such a meagre salary. In any case, thanks a lot.”
“This fucking bastard-!”
Clatter-
I threw myself in front of Black who had fallen into a rage and tried to rush Chu Oh-Myeong.
The jesk just snickering as he casually lit his cigarette.
“I think I need to pay a visit to the Audit and Inspection Office. Doesn’t this place know anything about human rights?”
“Why you!”
“Oh? From the smell, I think he might even have been drinking?”
“Hyungnim!”
Mong-Doo finally ran in and dragged Black back out with him.
During all this, Chu Oh-Myeong just clicked his tongue without even a blink of an eye.
As if he really was surprised at meeting such a peculiar police officer.
“Tch. Civil servants these days are such a mess, a mess I tell you.”
“Just keep talking about the previous subject.”
“Hm? Alright. What was I saying again?”
“The survivor, whether or not she’s really still alive.”
“Ah. That’s right. Her.”
He nodded his head and stated in an idle tone of voice.
“Perhaps.”
Another ambiguous answer, I was so sick of them.
As I frowned, he turned his gaze to the button on top of the table.
“Shall we turn the microphone off for a bit, so that we can talk freely?”
Alright, that’s just what I wanted.
I pressed the button, blocking all sounds from reaching outside.