Chapter 115
Chapter 115
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: The Interrogation Begins
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Woo Kyung-hwan sat in his chair, recalling the detective he had met earlier that day.
Those eyes staring at him with an overbearing attitude, as if the man knew exactly who the culprit was.
And those eyes had been fixed squarely on Woo Kyung-hwan.
As if he knew something no one else did.
*What the hell does he know?*
Woo Kyung-hwan clenched his fist.
Then he glanced at the smartphone sitting in front of him.
If that detective from earlier truly knew something.
Then he needed to pass the word on to the guy he’d been working with.
Woo Kyung-hwan reached for his phone but hesitated.
*What if he really got caught?*
The detective might have just been baiting him with lies to provoke a reaction.
But what if, by some chance, the guy really had been nabbed?
Calling now would be as good as confessing he was an accomplice.
Woo Kyung-hwan agonized for over ten minutes before finally setting the phone down.
“That fucking bastard swore he’d never get caught. Should’ve never trusted that old geezer.”
He had met the guy on an internet community.
BCI Outside.
It was a site used by tons of people, with all sorts of stories flying back and forth.
Most of the chatter on BCI Outside was worthless noise.
But weird shit happened sometimes.
And the day he met An Do-hyun had been one of those times.
He was venting his usual pent-up rage about how his shitty life was all his parents’ fault.
Then a message popped up from the guy.
*Want revenge?*
They met up and talked. An Do-hyun’s plan sounded plausible enough.
“Should’ve just told him to fuck off and walked away.”
He hadn’t trusted the guy from the start.
Who in their right mind jumps at the chance to kill someone right away?
But the guy claimed he’d already killed once and spilled his secret to Woo Kyung-hwan.
Then he showed “proof”—carefully, like he was handling something fragile.
Once he saw it, Woo Kyung-hwan had no choice but to believe.
The corpse of a man butchered so brutally it turned his stomach. Crime tools that looked straight out of a murder scene.
Blood-soaked sites everywhere.
Irrefutable evidence he couldn’t deny, no matter how much he wanted to.
No way it was staged—the stench of raw killing intent pouring off it all was too real.
An Do-hyun flashed it all while insisting he’d never get caught, so relax, and stuck out his hand again.
Woo Kyung-hwan couldn’t help but hesitate.
But in the end, he took it.
The guy was a killer.
He’d shown proof of his own murder. Backing out now? No way he’d let a witness live.
He’d come after him for sure to tie up loose ends.
So Woo Kyung-hwan followed orders and committed the crime. And the guy kept his word with the second one.
Watching the cops who’d come to his door rush out at news of the second murder, Woo Kyung-hwan felt like a goddamn hero.
He’d outsmarted those dumb, clueless bastards and delivered justice.
Punished the scum betraying families, cheating with affairs.
That rush, that sense of accomplishment—it topped anything he’d ever felt in his life.
*Is this what it means to be alive?* Slaying evil beyond the cops’ sight, living out the classic good-triumphs-over-evil tale.
It made him feel truly alive.
Until he heard An Do-hyun got nabbed red-handed on the third job.
*Should’ve taken it slow like I said!*
Woo Kyung-hwan slammed his fist on the table.
When An Do-hyun bragged about offing that old photographer, Woo Kyung-hwan tried to talk him down.
The intervals were too tight.
Even idiots like the cops would notice something off.
A full investigation kicks in, they snag one loose thread, and it’s over.
But An Do-hyun bulldozed ahead.
Said he’d infiltrate a hiking club and take out one guy.
Despite Woo Kyung-hwan’s pleas, An Do-hyun had already made up his mind and vanished.
No contact since.
*Ignores me, rushes the next hit, and boom—caught.*
Woo Kyung-hwan massaged his throbbing temples.
That detective who approached him? Said he’d caught the killer from the previous murder.
And he seemed dead certain there was another accomplice.
No clue what fueled that conviction.
But given An Do-hyun’s habit of flaunting his kills, he might’ve left evidence.
The detective probably spotted inconsistencies comparing scenes.
“Fuck… Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
Woo Kyung-hwan spat curses in frustration.
He felt like total shit.
No idea where it all went wrong.
Teaming up with An Do-hyun?
Failing to stop his rampage?
Whatever. One thing was clear.
Shit was going sideways fast.
*What do I do?*
Woo Kyung-hwan’s mind raced.
Cops convinced of an accomplice? Time to plot an escape fast.
They’re the law.
Hard evidence of a partner means full force down on them. No dodging that tail.
Needed another way…
Lost in thought, Woo Kyung-hwan’s gaze drifted.
To his mother’s urn at the end of his line of sight.
*It’s fine… No evidence.*
He wasn’t like An Do-hyun.
Didn’t leave traces on purpose.
Didn’t pull stupid stunts showing off proof.
Just one thing left.
Keep the link between him and An Do-hyun hidden.
*BCI Outside. Wipe the chat logs first.*
Mind made up, Woo Kyung-hwan’s fingers flew.
BCI Outside.
The site where they’d first connected, where this crime duo was born—now he started erasing every trace.
* * *
Meanwhile, Lee Jae-hyun exhaled and stared at the interrogation room door.
With Violent Crimes Chief Kim Ho-cheol’s approval, he’d gotten the green light to question An Do-hyun.
Truth be told, even on a joint case, a lowly substation sergeant handling an interrogation was unheard of.
Normally, they’d shut it down flat. But since Lee Jae-hyun caught the guy himself, they made an exception.
He knew it, so he’d asked carefully. Lucky Kim Ho-cheol said yes, but…
Who knew when he’d get another shot?
One chance. Had to squeeze hard.
Good thing Lee Jae-hyun had an edge no one else did.
He hadn’t gathered all of An Do-hyun’s evidence yet for a slam-dunk conviction, so no summoning Serhen.
But he had intel from her.
That’d be enough to rattle the bastard.
Lee Jae-hyun cleared his head, reached out, and opened the interrogation room door.
It creaked open, heavy.
An Do-hyun looked up at Lee Jae-hyun with a relaxed face.
Then he saw who it was and hardened instantly.
“You, you son of a…”
“Calling Republic of Korea cops ‘you son of a bitch’ like that—where’d you learn manners?”
Lee Jae-hyun shot back casually as he sat across from him.
An Do-hyun stared at his face. Maybe the rage flared because this was the cop who nabbed him.
No further agitation, though. Just a tongue click and he spoke.
“First off, thanks.”
An Do-hyun tossed a random thank-you at Lee Jae-hyun.
Lee Jae-hyun blinked at him.
An Do-hyun shrugged, light as air.
“Nah, I was about to lose it and beat that woman half to death. Sure, she kinda deserved it… But you stopped me. Would’ve killed her otherwise. Saved me from becoming a murderer.”
So, gratitude for saving the victim.
Brazen as hell.
Lee Jae-hyun felt his heart lurch despite himself.
Playing games with a cop.
Even knowing that—even after watching hotheaded vet Team Leader Oh Min-seok nearly deck him.
Couldn’t help boiling at the sight.
Lee Jae-hyun tamped down the surge of anger, flashed a smile.
“No need to thank me. You’re a killer anyway.”
“That’s what I don’t get. Ever hear of innocent until proven guilty?”
“What’re you talking about? You were caught red-handed. Innocent what?”
“Red-handed, fine. But keep saying I killed people—it’s messing with my head.”
An Do-hyun furrowed his brow like he was offended.
Even that came off playful.
Lee Jae-hyun didn’t bite, kept going.
“Messing with mine too. Murderer spouting innocent-until-proven-guilty like he owns the place.”
“I told you, I didn’t.”
An Do-hyun doubled down, shameless.
Lee Jae-hyun let out a smirk.
Time to toss the bait light.
“Do-hyun.”
“...?”
“What the hell are you doing?”
Lee Jae-hyun called his name easy, relaxed. An Do-hyun narrowed his eyes.
Lee Jae-hyun lobbed it casual.
*What the hell are you doing?*
Not concern—just offhand curiosity.
“Gobong Mountain, Maebong Mountain… You really thought beating people with a baseball bat like that would let you walk free?”
Lee Jae-hyun said.
What he’d seen at Gobong Mountain with Serhen’s help.
And the perp at Maebong Mountain.
Clear differences.
Right- or left-handed being the big one.
Killing styles and motives felt off too.
One was quick and efficient—get it done.
The other savored the victim’s suffering.
But Lee Jae-hyun knew it all and still lumped Gobong and Maebong together.
An Do-hyun snorted a laugh.
Mocking disbelief.
“Told you, wasn’t me.”
Watching him, Lee Jae-hyun’s lip curled faintly.
One tiny phrase.
And An Do-hyun’s carelessness began.