After meeting with Sheng, Joonjae placed another call. Someone picked it up on the third ring.
"Meet me at the hideout," he ordered without saying any greeting.
"Ehhh? But I just fell asleep, boss!" a slow voice came from the receiver.
"Meet me there in half an hour," Joonjae said, ignoring the whining from the other end.
"So cruel, boss," the voice complained. "I demand a pay rise!"
"Just get there!" Joonjae snapped and hung up the phone. He was not keen on hiring this person but he was the best candidate for the job. No one else came close to the skills this person possessed.
Joonjae sighed and revved up the engine. He pulled up and sped off.
….
Half an hour later, he parked the car in front of a modest apartment building. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary apartment building of six floors. An old, wiry looking man was sitting at the guard's station. He looked up to see Joonjae approaching him.
"Which unit are you visiting, sir?" the guard asked.
"Unit 511," Joonjae replied. The guard took out a large records' book for guests to register in.
"Please sign your name here," the guard pointed at an empty space. Joonjae signed it with a fake name and handed it over to the guard.
"The elevator does not work," the guard informed him. "Please take the stairs."
Joonjae politely nodded and climbed the staircase. Finally, he reached the fifth floor.
The fifth floor had five apartment units. The corridor was not long since each apartment were small in size. As he passed by the apartments, he could hear the voices of the people living in them. They were engrossed in their own world, oblivious to the mysterious man who was strolling in the corridor outside of their homes.
Joonjae walked straight towards the end of the corridor where unit 511 was located. He raised his hand and knocked on it ten times. After the tenth knock, a small scanner emerged out of the keyhole. Joonjae pressed his finger on it. Then a retina scanner popped up from the peephole of the door.
Joonjae placed his eye in front of the scanner while a laser light checked his pupils for verification.
"Identified," a robotic voice announced from a small mic. "Please enter, Boss."
The door flew open. Joonjae stepped into the house.
The place was empty. There was not a soul inside the house and no furniture in it. There was only a large bookshelf, leaning against the wall of the living room. Joonjae strode over to the bookshelf and gently nudged it. The bookshelf slid open to reveal a secret elevator behind it. Pushing the button to go down, Joonjae stepped into the lift.
It took him all the way to a secret facility underneath the building. The decor of the facility was vastly different from the one above.The underground basement was posh. The walls were fully white but were covered with high tech monitors which showed different public areas of the country.
There were gadgets of almost every kind; touchscreen tablets were displayed elegantly on the tables while a series of spy equipment were carefully organized around the room. There was not a wire out of place; Joonjae liked to keep his workplace as tidy as possible.
The employees were sitting in their own cubicle. There were no paperwork or files in the office. Everything was filed and recorded in a central database which was created by the top hackers' team in the world. It is impenetrable, making it the most advanced database system in the world.
The centralized database also held information of all registered citizens of the country. If Joonjae wanted any information, all he had to do was click one button, and the details will be presented to him. He had access to any logical information he desired.
Joonjae walked over to his cubicle and pressed the intercom.
"Come in," he ordered. A loud groan was heard from the other end.
After a few seconds, someone knocked on his door.
"Come in," he said. A skinny boy in his late teens walked in. He was barely seventeen years old. He was tall and lanky, with freckled skin. His hair was untidy but his innocent appearance made him popular with girls of his age.
"You ruined my beauty sleep!" he complained, letting out a large yawn.
"It's just afternoon," Joonjae frowned. "Why were you sleeping?"
"Did you forget?" the boy asked in annoyance. "You made me look for that bloody shaman all throughout the night!"
"Oh yeah! I forgot to tell you. He's abroad," Joonjae informed him.
"You could not have told me this sooner?" the boy exclaimed. "I lost one whole night's sleep!"
"I forgot," Joonjae smirked.
"Don't lie! You were deriving a sadistic pleasure in making me work all night without sleep!"
"Maybe I was," Joonjae said in a cryptic tone. "But forget about all that. I need you to look into this."
He handed over the USB stick to the boy.
"I want you to check the legitimacy of this vide, Yoseob," Joonjae said in a serious tone.
"What's this?" Yoseob frowned.
"An USB stick containing a video," Joonjae said. After a short pause he added," Sheng gave it to me."
"That old geezer?" Yoseob frowned. "He's a sleazeball! That slimy pervert only knows money. He wouldn't give you this unless there was something in it for him."
"That's what I want you to find out," Joonjae replied. "I want you to monitor his every move. Where he goes, whom he meets etc. And also check out the video's contents. The symptoms of the crime match with the arson incidents we're investigating."
Yoseob's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean to say there is a video here which shows another possible demonic arson attack?"
"Yes," Joonjae said in a grave tone. "Once again, the mother was possessed and manipulated into killing her husband. Strangely, there was no mention of any such attack in the news."
"Maybe the police are covering it up," Yoseob shrugged. "Or maybe they think it was simply the case of a woman with mental issues and hence saw no reason to publicize it?
"Possibly," Joonjae admitted. "But still. Watch the video and see if it is authentic or fake."
"Right away boss," Yoseob nodded and exited the room
Even though Yoseob was underage, he is a genius hacker and programmer. He was expelled from his school upon turning 16 because he hacked into the website of the school to prove how vulnerable the site is. The school management did not heed to his words and expelled him.
However, after he started to work for Hwang Joonjae, Yoseob learned how to tackle his enemies. He programmed a deadly virus and put it into the school's management system. When the head teachers tried to use the system, they found pictures of naked girls in it. The school's Board of Directors implemented all possible ways to remove the pictures but to no avail. No one was able to get rid of the naked girls.
In the end, they had to resort to calling Yosoeb and have him clean the viruses from the computers. It was satisfying to see the school management beg him for help. After a little taunting and humiliating them, Yoseob agreed to do it for an exorbitant fee.
Once he fixed the computers, they tried to recruit him back to school but he declined. He would rather work for Joonjae.
….
Yoseob sat at his desk, with a computer in front of him and at the same time, had a laptop on his lap. He scanned through the video on his computer's monitor and transferred images from the USB stock to the laptop, searching for their faces throughout the millions of citizen's data. He did not get any news but came across a photo ID which looked similar to the man burnt to death in the picture.
The citizen's ID showed that the man had died a week ago.
"The video is real," Yoseob concluded. He took out the USB stick from the laptop and headed over to his boss' room to inform him.
"So the police hushed it up," Joonjae said, deep in thought as he listened to Yoseob.
"Yes boss," Yoseob replied. "But the man is dead and his wife is in the mental asylum since last week."
"She's still alive?" Joonjae questioned. In the cases Joonjae investigated so far, the possessed victim died as soon as the demons leave their bodies after the attacks. How was she alive? Was the case not related to any possession and simply the work of an insane woman?
"Let's go and pay her a visit," Joonjae declared. Yosoeb groaned. He had thought of going back home after handing over the investigation report to the boss. But now he'll be dragged around the city by the ruthless Mafia.
"Let's go!" Joonjae ordered as he wore his jacket.
Cursing his luck, Yoseob followed suit. It was going to be a long day.
(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SOME DISTURBING ELEMENTS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)After an hour, Joonjae and Yoseob pulled up in front of The Institute of Mental Rehabilitation."Is this the place?" Joonjae asked."That's what the article mentioned," Yoseob replied. They were standing in front of a large, white building. The entrance was locked with a heavily padded iron gate and electric barb wires were placed all throughout the wall's perimeter."Let's talk to the guard," Joonjae pointed towards the gate. He walked forward, with Yoseob in tow.A pompous guard stood at the gate. He had a smug look on his face and he stared arrogantly at the approaching guests."We want to meet a patient here," Joonjae informed the heavily armed guard. It struck odd to him that a mental institution would arm guards with live rifles and
Her eyes were covered with heavy bandages. No doubt she really cooked them in a pot before killing her husband. Yet, it felt like she was watching them.Her dress was bloodied especially the lower area and it looked like she had not bathed in days. Her body had scars from self mutilation, some of which looked very fresh and picked on repeatedly. She looked anorexic and her appearance was gaunt, devoid of any life in it.She tore another one of the limbs from the bloody pulp in her hands and chewed on it."You know my name," Joonjae stated coolly.The woman let out a wheezing giggle, flashing her teeth which were marred with blood. She smacked her lips hungrily."You are Hwang Joonjae," she sneered. "Son of Hwang Jisun and Kim Jisoo. Twenty eight years old. Head of the country's most dangerous Mafia syndicate.""Things which you could read in any newspaper," J
It was a breezy night. A lone girl stood in the living room with her back to him. She looked ethereal. Her pearly skin was giving a soft glow in the dark, as if the moon descended on earth. He looked at her with love filled eyes but conflict in his heart. Slowly, he approached her."I'm home," he said softly. She turned to look at him with sorrowful eyes. She looked so unearthly yet in pain."Welcome back," she smiled sadly."Your eyes do not match your smile," he commented. "Something is troubling you.""Everything troubles me," she said in melancholy. She held his hand. "Are we doing the right thing?""What do you mean?""We...we should not be together," she said. "We belong to different worlds. Our lives should not be intertwined. Yet, here we are, married to each other. We shouldn't be together."He felt his heartstrings being pulled.
The morning sun shone brightly through the window. Joonjae stirred as the rays fell on him. He opened his eyes only to be met with a pair of amber ones.Happiness fluttered within him. She was there with him. She was not gone."Good morning," he greeted in a raspy voice."Good morning," Chaerin smiled. "Wake up, hubby. You gotta go to work.""Five more minutes," he said drowsily, clutching her close. He held her tightly all night long, refusing to let go. If Chaerin had been alive, she would have suffocated under his strong embrace."Wake up!" she tried to tickle him but he caught her hand. Suddenly, he hoisted himself over her. His eyes were full of passion for her."Joonjae, I-"Her words got stuck in her throat as his lips came crashing down on hers. She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue
Yoseob was snoring loudly. He had been up all night playing online games. His gaming pseudonym was killeroppa101.It was quite a popular name in the gaming world. People dreaded his presence because it meant the end of all opponents. After all, he was the youngest gamer to have reached the final level in League of Assassins, the most complicated game of the present time.After staying up all night to take down the main villain, Yoseob was slumped over his keyboard. He was drooling on his keyboard when Joonjae came in.Seeing his geek of an assistant sleeping so peacefully at this time of the day annoyed Joonjae. The guy had specifically asked him to arrive early at the office because he found something important. Joonjae even cut his time short with Chaerin for this important work. But Yoseob had the audacity to sleep this late!Joonjae quietly went towards a washroom. He picked up a mug and filled i
Joonjae and the others walked up to the reception."Hello," he greeted the nurse at the reception desk. "I am here to meet a patient.""Please state the name, sir," she replied."His name is Kim Hyun Bin," Joonjae informed her. "He has been living in the burn unit for the past twenty years. His wife, Lee Shinah was the perpetrator.""Kindly wait a minute, sir," the nurse said, checking the records. "He is in room 220 on level two.""Thank you," Joonjae said. He turned to his companions. "Let's go."They walked up the stairs to reach level two."Should be somewhere here," Yoseob commented. "Aha!"He pointed at a door in front of them. "There it is," he said."Wait," Undertaker stopped them. "What if this one is a false lead as well? I heard the last time you guys went to a mental asylum in search o
Joonjae drove aimlessly. The ring was still in his pocket. Even though the Undertaker had insisted to have it examined, Joonjae refused to part from it. After many years, he was convinced that whatever happened that night to his parents was not an accident.His mother was labeled as a mentally ill woman by the media. She was accused of killing her husband and attempted murder on her son. Even though people pointed fingers at her, Joonjae knew she was not at fault. He still remembered the kind and caring mother he had…"Joonjae!" Jisoo called out. "Joonjae, where are you?"She was looking everywhere for her son at their mansion. Where could he be hiding? She wondered.Jisoo looked in the attic, but he was not there. She searched for him at his playhouse, but he was not there either. Panic began to creep into her heart."Joonjae!" she cried out. She began to dread that somet
His breath was getting shorter and shorter. The smoke was engulfing him, making it hard to breath. Coughing violently, he looked around, trying to see through the heavy black fog. But the toxic gases were stinging his eyes, making him unable to see anything."Mom!" he cried out. "Dad!"But his cries were drowned by more explosions in the rooms above him. The orange flames soared through the night sky, swallowing everything in its way. The roof would fall on him any minute.I must run! He thought wildly. His instincts told him to move, but his body was incapacitated by the poisonous gases. He could not move an inch as his knees wobbled."Mom! Dad!" he shouted but to no avail. No one could hear him amidst the flames. He fell to the ground, coughing out blood from his lungs."Someone…" he mumbled. "Please...save...us…"He felt his energy being drai
Joonjae drove aimlessly. The ring was still in his pocket. Even though the Undertaker had insisted to have it examined, Joonjae refused to part from it. After many years, he was convinced that whatever happened that night to his parents was not an accident.His mother was labeled as a mentally ill woman by the media. She was accused of killing her husband and attempted murder on her son. Even though people pointed fingers at her, Joonjae knew she was not at fault. He still remembered the kind and caring mother he had…"Joonjae!" Jisoo called out. "Joonjae, where are you?"She was looking everywhere for her son at their mansion. Where could he be hiding? She wondered.Jisoo looked in the attic, but he was not there. She searched for him at his playhouse, but he was not there either. Panic began to creep into her heart."Joonjae!" she cried out. She began to dread that somet
Joonjae and the others walked up to the reception."Hello," he greeted the nurse at the reception desk. "I am here to meet a patient.""Please state the name, sir," she replied."His name is Kim Hyun Bin," Joonjae informed her. "He has been living in the burn unit for the past twenty years. His wife, Lee Shinah was the perpetrator.""Kindly wait a minute, sir," the nurse said, checking the records. "He is in room 220 on level two.""Thank you," Joonjae said. He turned to his companions. "Let's go."They walked up the stairs to reach level two."Should be somewhere here," Yoseob commented. "Aha!"He pointed at a door in front of them. "There it is," he said."Wait," Undertaker stopped them. "What if this one is a false lead as well? I heard the last time you guys went to a mental asylum in search o
Yoseob was snoring loudly. He had been up all night playing online games. His gaming pseudonym was killeroppa101.It was quite a popular name in the gaming world. People dreaded his presence because it meant the end of all opponents. After all, he was the youngest gamer to have reached the final level in League of Assassins, the most complicated game of the present time.After staying up all night to take down the main villain, Yoseob was slumped over his keyboard. He was drooling on his keyboard when Joonjae came in.Seeing his geek of an assistant sleeping so peacefully at this time of the day annoyed Joonjae. The guy had specifically asked him to arrive early at the office because he found something important. Joonjae even cut his time short with Chaerin for this important work. But Yoseob had the audacity to sleep this late!Joonjae quietly went towards a washroom. He picked up a mug and filled i
The morning sun shone brightly through the window. Joonjae stirred as the rays fell on him. He opened his eyes only to be met with a pair of amber ones.Happiness fluttered within him. She was there with him. She was not gone."Good morning," he greeted in a raspy voice."Good morning," Chaerin smiled. "Wake up, hubby. You gotta go to work.""Five more minutes," he said drowsily, clutching her close. He held her tightly all night long, refusing to let go. If Chaerin had been alive, she would have suffocated under his strong embrace."Wake up!" she tried to tickle him but he caught her hand. Suddenly, he hoisted himself over her. His eyes were full of passion for her."Joonjae, I-"Her words got stuck in her throat as his lips came crashing down on hers. She reacted to his fiery kiss with equal fervour as he bit her lips, prying his tongue
It was a breezy night. A lone girl stood in the living room with her back to him. She looked ethereal. Her pearly skin was giving a soft glow in the dark, as if the moon descended on earth. He looked at her with love filled eyes but conflict in his heart. Slowly, he approached her."I'm home," he said softly. She turned to look at him with sorrowful eyes. She looked so unearthly yet in pain."Welcome back," she smiled sadly."Your eyes do not match your smile," he commented. "Something is troubling you.""Everything troubles me," she said in melancholy. She held his hand. "Are we doing the right thing?""What do you mean?""We...we should not be together," she said. "We belong to different worlds. Our lives should not be intertwined. Yet, here we are, married to each other. We shouldn't be together."He felt his heartstrings being pulled.
Her eyes were covered with heavy bandages. No doubt she really cooked them in a pot before killing her husband. Yet, it felt like she was watching them.Her dress was bloodied especially the lower area and it looked like she had not bathed in days. Her body had scars from self mutilation, some of which looked very fresh and picked on repeatedly. She looked anorexic and her appearance was gaunt, devoid of any life in it.She tore another one of the limbs from the bloody pulp in her hands and chewed on it."You know my name," Joonjae stated coolly.The woman let out a wheezing giggle, flashing her teeth which were marred with blood. She smacked her lips hungrily."You are Hwang Joonjae," she sneered. "Son of Hwang Jisun and Kim Jisoo. Twenty eight years old. Head of the country's most dangerous Mafia syndicate.""Things which you could read in any newspaper," J
(WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND SOME DISTURBING ELEMENTS. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)After an hour, Joonjae and Yoseob pulled up in front of The Institute of Mental Rehabilitation."Is this the place?" Joonjae asked."That's what the article mentioned," Yoseob replied. They were standing in front of a large, white building. The entrance was locked with a heavily padded iron gate and electric barb wires were placed all throughout the wall's perimeter."Let's talk to the guard," Joonjae pointed towards the gate. He walked forward, with Yoseob in tow.A pompous guard stood at the gate. He had a smug look on his face and he stared arrogantly at the approaching guests."We want to meet a patient here," Joonjae informed the heavily armed guard. It struck odd to him that a mental institution would arm guards with live rifles and
After meeting with Sheng, Joonjae placed another call. Someone picked it up on the third ring."Meet me at the hideout," he ordered without saying any greeting."Ehhh? But I just fell asleep, boss!" a slow voice came from the receiver."Meet me there in half an hour," Joonjae said, ignoring the whining from the other end."So cruel, boss," the voice complained. "I demand a pay rise!""Just get there!" Joonjae snapped and hung up the phone. He was not keen on hiring this person but he was the best candidate for the job. No one else came close to the skills this person possessed.Joonjae sighed and revved up the engine. He pulled up and sped off.….Half an hour later, he parked the car in front of a modest apartment building. From the outside, it looked like an ordinary apartment building of six floors. An old,
Joonjae stopped in front of an old, rundown factory building. The building was quite ancient. The wall paint was peeling off and the once white building was now a dirty brown color. There were no workers around and the windows were boarded up.There was a broken door at the front and there was not a soul in sight. Small insects and animals scurried here and there, building their homes in the corners of the abandoned place.Stepping forward, Joonjae checked his watch. It was almost 1 PM in the afternoon. He took out his phone and checked the text again."1:30 PM," it said. He was half an hour early. Leaning against the car door, he waited patiently for someone to turn up.Finally, he saw a black minivan pulling up in front of the building. A short, stumpy man in his sixties stepped out. The old man walked towards Joonjae, carrying an envelope."Long time no see," the old man comme