I Became a Cop in the Superhero Genre

11 : In this world, the police have become the Homicide Squad.

after that night. Time continued to flow by.

In the midst of time passing, I heard the news that the hit man who was aiming for the gap was found dead shortly after. After that, no other contractors came.

I don’t know what to do, and even if I close my eyes and kill each other, I don’t know what to do with the back.

As I silently crouched down to rid myself of my anxiety, in the end, two months passed without interruption.

The weather is so cold that I would freeze to death without long padding.

After my suspension was finally over, I was transferred from the special investigation team and reinstated in Gangdong-gu Violent Division 3.

“Eh- This is Sergeant Lee Mun-soo, who has been working with us since today. What, who knows? So, he’s that kind of guy. such a guy not a rookie to.”

The head of the Homicide Squad spoke in exhaustion, spitting out gibberish.

At such an introduction, the detectives of the Homicide Unit gave me dry applause.

At a quick glance, due to the nature of the job as a detective, the people here can’t be all of the people in this homicide squad.

Even taking that into account, the number of people in the office was very small. As the class president said, the lack of manpower in the police seemed serious.

I sniff thinking so! I swallowed my nose. Why? The atmosphere around was strange.

Usually, when someone moves in, if it comes with a bad cause, they formally welcome it, but unless they are friendly enough, they have no choice but to turn around on the outside.

But what kind of human being is looking at me with eyes shining with interest? What makes you look so intrigued?

After a rough greeting with doubts, I headed to my seat in the corner of the office. So the people whose eyes were shining followed me.

I asked the detectives what the hell is so curious about why they follow me without working. they said

“Hey, Sergeant Lee Moon-soo. Are those rumors true?”

“what.”

“I heard that he was hiding his psychic powers because he didn’t want to be promoted in the special investigation team. I heard that you have psychic powers that are stronger than New Hope? Really?”

what this poem Fuck you.

Looking at the detective asking with his eyes shining, I reflexively suppressed the swearing that was about to come out.

Anyway, it’s the first day since I moved in, and it’s the people I’ll be meeting for a long time.

It’s a gift and I bought them drinks and coffee, but I don’t have the strength to curse, no, it’s not hard, but if I curse, I become a bad-tempered person.

Honestly, he’s a bad-tempered guy, but isn’t it something to brag about? That’s why I recited the Heart Sutra in my heart and smiled as much as I could.

“It’s just nonsense.”

“no way. It must be nonsense. I’m afraid they don’t know about you? In common sense, how can a person who is fine even after being stabbed with a knife 10 times be a normal person? I’ll keep it a secret. tell me You’re the one who handed over the bastard Justice.”

“Are you moving with your face covered like New Hope? At night? and. Who are you? Do you have a hero name?”

People started talking nonsense, not sure if they were asking me questions, or if they were peeling the nogari among themselves.

But I smiled and passed it over. I think it’s a process of getting closer, think, over, pass it on.

“… … But, -I do… … .”

“only? Can you do it? Is that the one from the cartoon my sister watches?”

“stop! Sifal!”

Do you think these chews can’t kill people with paper cups?

I poured the contents into my mouth and grabbed the paper cup tightly.

The first day of transfer to the Violence Class. I got the nickname of the paper cup slayer.

Sifal.

****

After doing performance art with paper cups from the first day of his return. Naturally, as a police officer, I was dispatched to the scene of the incident.

It was a case where there was a male death and we had to find the person who killed that person.

As if the method of killing was also accidental, the killer used a kitchen knife in the house, and the CCTV of the building showed a woman who appeared to be a suspect.

No matter how you look at it, so far there has been no evidence that it seems to be a case related to psychic powers.

It is definitely a tragedy for a person to die, but seeing a person killed by a knife so plainly after seeing a person who died horribly in an extraordinary way with supernatural powers was new to me.

… … no it’s not plain How many swords are there? one two… … . 8 times. Stabbed 8 times with a knife.

Since it is very mangled around the belly, it can never be said to be plain. This is me hacked up.

Looking around the house, there are pictures of the deceased and a woman who appears to be a suspect getting along well together, and men’s and women’s items are rolling around together.

Roughly speaking, the family situation, the victim’s condition, and other circumstantial evidence confirmed through interrogation-

“Is it a court case… … .”

The weapon remained at the scene, and fingerprints were properly obtained. It was clear that this was an accident and not a plan.

A man cheated on her, and how did a woman find out about it? Is it?

Looking at the man, even though he was dead, his face was enough to call him handsome.

Also, since the cell phone was not locked, I looked inside and saw conversations suggesting that he had relationships with several women besides the suspect woman.

If you listen to the people around you, the man was a famous playboy, but the woman denied the fact that she had a bean pod, and it was said that it was a relationship where she devoted herself to men and was used.

This man seems to have thought it would last forever. If you don’t even lock your phone, what is this… … .

“Whether it’s a man or a woman, if you can’t take care of your dick, you’ll get a dick, but there are a lot of people who don’t know that… … .”

He clicked his tongue and stood up. Leaving the clean-up of the scene to others, I tried to find out where the fugitive suspect had gone.

In the case of an accidental murder like this, even the suspect tends to panic and go to a place familiar to him.

As soon as it was confirmed, the suspect had no family, so I’m not sure where he’s going – but I’ll have to look around the CCTV and find out with an inquiry.

It is said that investigation is to find something by digging with a shovel.

When I think about what happened recently, it reminds me of being a high school student who didn’t know if this was a police officer or not.

From hooking up with the damn Justice bastard to the junkyard. It seems that only things that I really wished I had to go through such hardships were involved.

After all, joining the special investigation team was a huge ordeal in my life.

I wish I didn’t have that damn bitch in the house. I yawn and go down the building and leave the mansion building to check the CCTVs on the nearby street corner.

As if waiting for the right timing, a text message came to my cell phone.

The text that appeared on the screen of the cell phone was sent to the cell phone Sai bought this time. The contents were about being careful of the cold and always cheering up even though it was cold.

After seeing the contents, I rubbed my cheek for a while. He spat out an unbearable word.

“… … Upset.”

For two months, they couldn’t figure out whether Sai had really lost her memory or who had sent the contractors after her.

That’s why I had no choice but to stick to the same attitude as before- Damn it.

What Sai said that night still lingers in my ears and annoys me. I hope the time comes when I know a little bit about what she’s thinking.

I sent a message saying I knew with trembling hands as I put up with something trying to come up inside me.

Swallowing my nose with suspicion that this bitch’s purpose might be to dry me up and kill me.

A strange person appeared in the corner of his field of vision. It’s strange that she’s wearing a thin indoor dress in this cold weather, but she’s covered in blood.

Even that face was the face of the suspect woman who was filmed on CCTV.

“uh.”

Even if the culprit returned to the scene of the crime, would he be so confident?

Other policemen around also found the woman and approached in panic, but I saw that the woman was holding something in her hand.

syringe. red liquid in it. A psychic stimulant?

“My brother can’t be like that… … It’s all lies… … Are they cops? The government conspired against my brother… … will kill I will kill them all… … .”

“Ooh, grab it! Subdue that woman quickly!!”

Why is that woman holding that?

I felt my hair go white, but my body reacted and moved.

The other detectives also felt a sense of danger at the sight of the woman talking nonsense because her eyes were completely blinded, so they rushed to subdue them, but of course the woman had to move faster.

The syringe needle in the woman’s hand made a gesture to insert it directly into her throat.

Even if I had to blow her hand rather than run, I took out a gun and tried to shoot her to prevent what would happen later. Because that’s the only way to not increase the current victims.

If you’re on the Special Investigation Team, it’s good to have a handgun with you at all times.

Oh. I’m strong

Currently in South Korea, except for the special investigation team, using a pistol while subduing a criminal means being prepared to take off your clothes.

therefore. that.

“Sifal.”

A syringe is stuck in a woman’s neck. And women have straight hair- Sipal What is that?

A huge clump of hair starts to run amok. I freaked out and ran back.

I was stunned to see a huge bundle of hair attacking the building. Fortunately, within 10 minutes, the woman with the hair was subdued and arrested.

But it wasn’t because of New Hope that the homicide squad was able to arrest the woman without a gun.

It was because her body, which was her main body, was tied to the hair that had proliferated like crazy, and she was unable to move, and the woman was subdued by herself.

Even if I lost my reason, it seems like a lot of sickness. Let’s think good is good. Let’s think so.

I’m ignoring the fact that I fled to the Homicide Squad and got involved with a psychic Awakener again.

“Mansion residents complain that their hair is out of order and sticking out all over the place.”

“Why are you fucking with us?”

Seriously, why would you hate us? Although it was a very primitive and common sense question.

Isn’t the police in Korea originally a job that does this kind of work?

Being away from the field for two months makes me feel like I missed something like this. Could it be that I was a police officer? Thinking of that, I chuckled.