Phuket murder case

Ep16.

The plan was simple enough. 

Get a rough idea of their movements, follow them, check for anything unusual, lurk on the shore, kill them, clean up. 

Then they'd fly home separately. 

Phuket in 2010, he said, is completely criminalised by the lack of CCTV and corrupt police. 

And as long as they didn't have direct evidence, we wouldn't be suspects, so I thought it was okay because I didn't do the killing myself. 

Park gave us detailed instructions on where to bury the body and how to dispose of it, so I wasn't too worried. 

The only thing I was worried about was the guilt. Kim Ji-hoon returned after about two hours in the 30-degree weather. 

"I'm staying at a hostel in Aguiles," he said, "and I saw you go to a convenience store."

He handed me the pills he'd bought. 

"Thanks, Tylenol works great for short-term pain."

"We're running tomorrow evening, so why don't we start tailing him now?"

"Sure."

We set up at a convenience store within a 100-metre radius of where they were staying. 

The day was hot, and the cicadas were unpleasantly chirping. 

I felt like I was crawling with bugs because I couldn't get high. 

'One', 'two', 'three', the cicadas suddenly sounded like a gunshot. 

I look at the lovers passing by on the street and remember the first time I met Gyuri. 

I miss our time together since our school days. 

I can barely breathe without medication. 

My heart is so dirty. 

I spent most of the day hiding out in the convenience store park, and my mind was filled with otherworldly thoughts. 

Thai summers are so hot and dull.

EP16.5 Murder

Kim Jae-seung's Diary 

The day passes and it's time to prepare for the murder. 

The flirtatious talk disappeared, and I started to become increasingly speechless. 

Perhaps it's because the stories of guilt and morality are enveloping me. 

In between, I text Gyuri and Yuri. 

My love for my two 'girls' is tingling and happy. 

Maybe Gyuri does too. 

My daughter, Se-yoon, will be well taken care of by her 'mother'. 

I feel like I'm in a hole. 

I've heard stories like that. 

Kim Ji-hoon will use the money to pay for his mother's cancer surgery. 

Now I envy him for wanting to rehabilitate himself. 

It seemed good to me that he really felt like he could have a normal routine and life with this money. 

"Ji-hoon, what should I pack with the saw?"

"First of all, we need to pack duct tape and a 10-litre food waste bag in the suitcase."

"And Pebbles."

"I'm a bit out of it, how many rounds is it loaded with?"

"Two, I think." 

"Is that it?"

"It's okay, we'll just have to make sure each shot is accurate."

"We're not going to get caught, are we?"

"I don't think so. They don't have any connections. They only have two families."

"I don't think they'll find us if we disappear. They'll just think we've wandered off."

"Okay. Take care of them later."

"You're gonna have to keep an eye out for them."

And then the sun goes down. Slowly, the moment of decision approaches. 

One hour before the plan. 

Eleven o'clock. We parked our two large suitcases on the sandy beach and waited for the owner of the pork trotter. 

I wonder how long we've been waiting. Kim Ji-hoon taps my wrist.

"I'm back."

The owner and his wife entered the sandy beach holding hands. 

They waved as they entered the white sandy beach. 

They were dressed in matching Hawaiian shirts and dresses. 

I thought to myself, "It's sad that the last thing they wore was bright. 

We didn't approach right away. We planned to wait in ambush until they were out of sight and then do the deed. 

They were in the beach, getting their feet wet," Kim said. 

"Let's go," he called to Park. 

"Let's go."

I was afraid, but I followed him, his movements restrained and regal, like a soldier. 

He greeted me cheerfully.

"Boss!"

He replied in a pleased voice. 

"Mr Jae-seung?"

And what appeared to be his wife

"You've been coming to our restaurant a lot lately, what brings you here?"

"I'm travelling with a friend."

"We talked about this last time, how did our courses overlap?"

"Wow, that's interesting!"

"Sir, my friend came to eat here when you were on holiday, but she was disappointed to find the door closed. Can I speak to you on speakerphone for a moment?"

He cocked his head at the out-of-the-blue request. 

"Huh? Sure."

The sound of water lapping at the shore grew quieter, and the mood turned sombre. 

Kim took his mobile phone out of his hand.

The grey-haired boss spoke.

"Hello?"

Park answered.

"Park Ki-tae?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm on holiday." 

There was a silence. 

"I've been watching you for a long time"

"What are you talking about?"

"I've had a hatred for you since you killed my mum, assaulted me and threw me into an orphanage"

"Have you ever heard of it? Deep hatred and anger are like low-temperature flames." 

"I was nothing to you, but you're quite good to her. You were number one on the list of people who messed up my life."

"ㆍㆍㆍㆍㆍㆍ"

He threw up his hands. 

"Do you want me to tell you something funny?"

"How did I know you were here at this hour? I've been chasing you for years, and I wanted to end this life in the most miserable, most meaningless way possible."

"I will inherit your legacy. This is a weak punishment."

Kim then grabbed his wife by the throat as she tried to flee and shot her. She fell backwards into the water. Red blood stirred in the water. 

He pleaded.

"I'm so sorry, please give me one chance to apologise."

"Give me a chance to boil my knees and say I'm sorry, son."

With tears streaming down his face, he boiled his knees in the shallow water.

"Dad,"

"Yes, Jung-min, I've done wrong. I'll do as you say, just save your life."