Phuket Murder Case

EP 18

Jungmin Park's Diary

I had a place to visit after a satisfying call with Kim Ji-hoon. 

I went to the urn. 

My mom's urn after a long time. 

I washed away my tears for a long time. 

Do you remember the 'survival murder' article that was a hot issue in 2000? 

That's my mother's story. 

It was a very mournful and miserable ending, but my father only lived for a year. 

Here's how it happened. 

Our Mr. Ki-tae was having an affair with the woman who was shot and killed earlier, and when my mother confronted him, he stabbed her to death. 

What's really cool is that if I had rescued my mom right away, she would have been saved.

But she was too scared and drunk to run away. 

I was the one who called the police. 

I remember coming home from school and seeing my mom covered in blood, and the words she said to me. 

"Mom, what happened, who did this?"

"Tell me who did it, now!"

My mom was bleeding from her abdomen. She was warm, but it had been a while since the stabbing, and her life was fading away. 

"I'm sorry."

"Don't ignore what your heart tells you to do in life. I love you." 

With those words, I never saw or touched my mom again. 

I sob. 

A deep sobbing. A high temperature of anger boils deep within me. 

I thought to myself. 

I will destroy the world. 

Everything that made it this way. 

Misery gets a bad rap in the media, but it's a great catalyst. 

If I hadn't been miserable, I would have been dead... 

"Mom, should I punish myself?"

"I can't forgive him, I'm sorry."

Tears flow like a faucet. I sob. I feel sorry for myself for holding on to the past because I can't turn back time no matter how much I want to. 

"If you're watching me from somewhere, if you've seen everything about me, I'm sure you'll understand."

"I wish my seat was next to yours."

I stood for a long time against the glass of my mother's urn, one of many urns. 

What death is without a story? Everyone is dying.

Still, if my death is more meaningful than my life, then that's a sign in itself. 

I hope my death is like that. 

A meaningful death. 

The words I said to myself, like a cry to my mother, were a minimal plea, a minimal conscience. 

With this rain, my sins are condemned. 

EP 18.5

I was supposed to welcome Kim Ji-hoon, who had safely entered the country. 

He had done his job well and had even brought his glasses. 

In them is a video of his murder, whether he realizes it or not. He shook his head and jumped up to greet me. 

The pleasure of revenge is exhilarating.

 The pleasure of revenge is so tingling. 

For Jihoon, who is drowning in the pain and guilt of murder. 

He wanted to make him forget his anxiety with pleasure. 

He was happy to say that he had never experienced threesomes and foursomes before.

 It confirmed my impression of him as a bastard. It's easy to tame an asshole. 

You just have to prove to them that I am much stronger than you. 

They're easy to manipulate. 

At the end of a night of intense sex and drinking, overlooking the reflections of a Seoul hotel.

"You know, Ji-hoon, I honestly thought you were going to feel guilty or something."

"What?"

"You know, like in movies or religion?"

"What? What do you mean, bro?"

"Stupid asshole, it means that after you get revenge, you're ruined by guilt or some other kind of revenge agony."

"But there's no shit like that, you know, it's just so damn refreshing."

"Maybe because I didn't do it myself. All that bullshit in the media and religion had a premise."

"That the person you're revenging is still alive, or that someone else realizes you're revenging them."

"That's right, brother."

"Revenge is for assholes who can't do it."

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, about morals."

"That's right, brother. By the way, when will the money be deposited?"

"It's ready by tomorrow, and I'm not letting you spend it."

"Why?"

"For your mom's surgery and other stuff. I'll be watching you."

"But you have to fake it so I can work with you."

"I can't have you acting like a stoner and an asshole."

"Okay, thanks, bro."

"If there's anything else I need to do, just let me know."

"Yeah, let's just drink ourselves to death tonight."

"And no drugs for you. You're supposed to be sober for someone who actually works for me."

And I had sex with a couple of travel agency women even after Dahae. 

Nietzsche's words keep coming back to me. 

What did he say? 

Anyway. 

I was lying in the bathtub when I got a call. It was Chul Woo-hyung. 

"Jungmin."

"What?"

"Can you help me?"

"Bro, right now? It's 2 a.m." 

I hadn't worked out in weeks because of revenge or something, and this call came at a bad time. 

"You have Woojin, right?"

"Yeah."

"He's going to terrorize the kids who bullied him. You can either stop him or help him."

"When is he going to do it?"

"Tomorrow evening."

"He's not crazy, that one."

"I need you to help me. I think he's about to take a knife."

"Okay."

I laughed with Kim for a long time. 

Revenge is so unpretentious and cute on our scale, 

Revenge is best when it doesn't look like revenge. They're advertising it. 

I thought, "I'll go tomorrow and show him what I saw. 

It would be my way of making it up to Chulwoo and showing him the right way. 

I called him around noon. Woojin told him

"Come over to my place right now."

"What?"

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