A hunter like a hunter. (2)

Shin Hyuk’s hungry eyes were sprayed on the chapel.

As if observing the appearance of the people gathered at this place, they were looking for a great prey that was left alone apart from the group.

[I have struck you with wind and dust, and I have eaten up all your gardens, vineyards and fig trees…]

Shin Hyuk’s gaze, which had been drawn and bent, was fixed again on the pastor before long.

[You have not returned to me.]

Tuck your black hair back to give a neat impression.

Eyes without double eyelids, a high but slightly curved nose.

The lips that read the Bible maintain a thin smile.

Her face looks like someone in her early to mid-50s, but her physique is good for her age and her shoulders are well developed.

The food I was looking for.

In Shin Hyuk’s mind, the scenes that were supposed to be at the scene passed by one by one.

* * *

I peeled off the stomach skin of Jeong Dong-ho, who was drooping on the chair, telling me to do whatever I wanted.

rattle! rattle!

“Wooo!”

The father, Jeong Ju-cheol, who was facing his son, Jeong Dong-ho, cried out and fell while being tied to a chair.

I put the peeled belly skin on Jeong Dong-ho’s head and made Jeong Ju-cheol stand up.

Then he went behind Jeong Ju-cheol and spoke into his ear.

“Aren’t you curious what your son ate for dinner today? Did you eat together? Then I’ll have to show you how well your digestion is going.”

“Aww!”

I didn’t know what Jeong Ju-cheol was saying because his mouth was wrapped in tape, but I didn’t need to know.

I just didn’t like the eyelids covering my eyeballs with tears flowing down my face.

I grabbed Jeong Ju-cheol’s hair and made his face look up at the ceiling.

When I brought the tip of the knife to my eyelid, I could feel Jeong Ju-cheol tremble with my fingertips.

“If you become a spectator, you should watch the stage until it ends.”

“Aww!”

When the eyelids were gouged out, the trembling eyeballs were stained with blood.

“I like it now. Now, we’ll be running towards the climax, so keep an eye on us.”

I approached Jeong Dong-ho again with a satisfied smile.

The blood that hardened on the floor like mucus gripped my ankles.

He bent one knee in front of Jeong Dong-ho and held the knife properly.

I struggled but kindly turned my body slightly so that Jung Joo-cheol could see his son better.

Before the full-scale stage, he turned his head and looked at Jung Ju-cheol.

Seeing her shedding tears of blood made me very satisfied.

I turned my head back to Jeong Dong-ho’s stomach to soak up Jung Ju-cheol’s emotions like a shower.

* * *

[I killed your young men with the sword, and plundered your horses, and stung your nostrils with the stench of your camp, but you did not return to me.]

In the eyes of Shin Hyuk as he looked at the pastor, many thoughts flowed like rays of light.

How to target effectively.

“…”

Shin Hyuk exhaled secretly like a predator on the verge of a hunt.

At that time, a group message arrived from Choi Dong-cheol.

Choi Dong-cheol: Wait until the end of the service because there are a lot of people. Shin Hyuk, did you find it?

me : yes. Looks like a pastor.

Senior Choi Dong-cheol: It matches the profiling you organized. Choi Si-yeon and Pastor Choi Ho-moon have the same last name.

Senior Park Jong-min: Isn’t it better to do it now?

Senior Choi Dong-cheol: Hey, there are about 300 people who have come to worship right now. Even if only a third of us come rushing in asking what we’re doing, we’ll just be crushed to death.

Senior Park Jong-min: We have an older brother. 40-to-1 senior Shinhwa Choi Dong-cheol: Don’t talk nonsense, wait at your respective positions.

[Prepare to stand before the judgment seat of Christ. If anyone buys gold or silver or precious stones or wood or hay or straw…]

The four waited for the service to end as if holding their breath in their respective seats.

* * *

The worship service ended with the hymns being finished.

People left the chapel one by one, and even reporter Choi Si-yeon stood up.

Then Soo-jung Lee caught her.

“Wait.”

“Yeah?”

“Reporter Siyeon Choi, right?”

“Yeah. But who…”

Choi Si-yeon scanned Lee Soo-jeong up and down.

It was a simple outfit, but it was pretty even for a woman to see.

Lee Soo-jung presented her ID.

“It is the police. What kind of relationship do you have with the pastor?”

“Yeah?”

Lee Soo-jeong smiled and asked again.

“I asked what your relationship was like. If someone in your family has passed away…”

On the other side of Lee Soo-jeong, Shin Hyuk was getting up from his seat.

At that time, Choi Dong-chul came to the side.

He looked up at the minister who was talking to a few people.

“Yeah. Look at him smiling. just a pastor Pastor. let’s go.”

Shin Hyuk and Choi Dong-chul walked past the rows of chairs and approached the pastor.

“Mr. Choi Ho-moon?”

Choi Dong-cheol asked, and Choi Ho-moon, who was talking to people, turned his head.

A young man wearing a slippery suit with a certain length.

Choi Ho-moon smiled benevolently.

“Who are you? Your face is not ripe.”

“It is the police. I came to ask you a few questions.”

Reflexively, Pastor Choi Ho-moon’s gaze turned to his daughter Choi Si-yeon.

The daughter, whose face had turned white, was sitting with a woman.

Pastor Ho-moon Choi looked away and smiled kindly at the two of them as they were talking.

“Then proceed as you would, and take a look.”

They looked over at Shin Hyuk and Choi Dong Chul and soon left.

Choi Dong-cheol asked.

“Pastor, last night…”

Pastor Ho-moon Choi cut off his words gently.

“There are many eyes to see. I don’t know why you came here, but please move.”

Pastor Ho-moon Choi moved his steps and fixed his gaze on his daughter.

“My daughter is innocent…”

Choi Dong-cheol smiled.

So, do you admit that you are guilty?

Contrary to Choi Dong-chul, Shin Hyuk quietly followed him. No, I looked down at his hands.

Minor cuts made Shin Hyuk’s eyes more still.

The place I arrived at was a place with two doors attached to it, out of sight of people.

It was a structure in which two partitions were attached with one partition between them.

[Counseling Room]

Pastor Ho-moon Choi half-opened the door on the right.

“Sometimes, when you talk without face to face, you give out more of your heart.

It’s a very popular place in our church.”

Then, as if guiding, he held out his hand and spoke again.

“There are many listening ears, and believers who have heard what is said may misunderstand. I will cooperate.”

Choi Dong-chul smiled and winked at Shin-hyeok.

He will be guarding the door, so go in.

After exchanging glances with Choi Dong-chul, Shin Hyuk went inside.

It was a space large enough for one person to enter.

Shin Hyuk pressed the record button on his cell phone and looked at the cross hanging on the wall.

There was only one chair besides the cross.

Choi Ho-moon’s voice flowed through a small hole, like an old pawnshop, densely structured like an insect screen.

“Did you ask what I did last night?”

Shin Hyuk opened his mouth in a dry voice.

“Change the question. Do you know Oh Seong-tae? If alive now, he would be twenty-eight years old.”

“Oh Seong-tae…, Oh Seong-tae…”

“The victim died after being hit by a brick that the perpetrator swung 13 years ago.”

“… that’s a name I don’t know.”

“When did you become a pastor?”

“It’s going to be one year.”

“What were you doing before that?”

“I was engaged in a job deboning cows, then a butcher shop. But why are you curious about my past, is it okay if I ask?”

Shin Hyuk nodded slightly.

If you analyze the statement, it is perfectly telling the truth.

But I would have known a lot more if I had looked at her face and talked to her.

But he has a weakness.

A powerful motive that allowed him to commit murder.

that’s a weakness

Shin Hyuk framed the question.

“When you were busy, your daughter must have helped with the work.”

“no. It was a dangerous thing, so I didn’t even come close.”

Shin Hyuk’s eyes sank like wetlands.

“okay. Do you know that your daughter has been to the murder scene?”

“Yeah. I heard about it.”

“Two men were found gruesomely murdered. However, as if her daughter had seen the scene, she reported it in great detail.”

“What does that matter?”

“Yeah. It was a highly secure site. Not even other veteran journalists can tell.”

Choi Ho-moon’s voice flowed in quickly as if he was asking a question.

“I heard that you received a tip.”

Usually, they say that they have been to the murder scene, but they do not say in detail that they found the murder scene after receiving a tip.

“Our police believe that the informant and Choi Si-yeon are strong criminals.”

“…”

silence for a while.

However, Pastor Choi Ho-moon was the first to break the pitch-dark silence.

“Do you have any proof? Physical evidence, not circumstantial evidence.”

“The crime arrest rate in Korea is quite high at 82.8%. The remaining 17.2% are cases in which the suspect cannot be identified. If a suspect is identified, it means that almost all of them are caught.

Daughter, can you convince me? We appreciate your cooperation. Only then can extenuating circumstances be possible.”

“Do you think that it is possible for a woman who is not my daughter, or a woman without common sense, to be alone?”

‘that.’

“I think it is possible.”

“I killed a strong man, subdued another and tied him to a chair… Do you think that is possible with common sense, since a woman went into the house alone?”

“In the article your daughter posted, it didn’t say who killed whom first, or whether it was two people or one person. How do you know?”

“…”

“Perhaps your daughter received counseling from the pastor here. As of the present time, I will urgently arrest your daughter as a suspect in the father-son murder case. If you are innocent, you will be released soon. Don’t worry too much.”

“Detective.”

“Yeah.”

“You asked about the Oh Seong-tae incident 13 years ago, right?”

“It was.”

“I seem to remember. It was a year after my eldest daughter went to the Lord’s side.”

“Are you contacting your daughter right now? Thought to pass the time…”

“Listen to me.”

“·····.”

“That day…, kids in school uniforms were smoking in the alley.

I didn’t even have the heart to speak. I was just trying to get past it. But it is to bring one student to his knees.”

Choi Ho-moon’s voice grew quieter and quieter as if the volume was being turned down.

“He brushed ashes on the head of a kneeling student and spat on it. After making it like that, we laughed and chatted about what was so fun.”

“Are you saying that the pastor is the culprit that day?”

“Detective.”

“Tell me.”

“I have a sore throat. Could you put it closer to my ear?”

Shin Hyuk moved his face obediently while sitting down.

Moment.

Shuyuk!

A ghastly blade broke through without warning.

Halfway back, Shin Hyuk’s face was reflected in the sharp blue blade.

Shin Hyuk’s eyes were bent like crescent moons and seemed to be smiling.

Author’s words

The place where Pastor Shin Hyuk and Pastor entered has been modified to be a counseling room.

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