Revenge bullying

EP20.

"Have you had any contact with your father lately?"

"No? I haven't seen him."

"You two are in Phuket right now. They've been reported missing. Do you know anything about them?"

"Detective, I didn't even know they were there. Are you here to pry into our home life?"

"No, sir, we're just following protocol. I'm sorry if I offended you." 

"You didn't ask the right question, if you know what I mean."

"I'm sorry. Mr. Park doesn't have any relatives other than your wife, only Mr. Jung Min."

"I'm sorry if I offended you, I didn't mean to."

"Lastly, is there anyone that Mr. Park might have a grudge against, or anything you can think of?"

"Detective, you're asking me if my mom's killer is gone."

"What do you want me to answer, do you want me arrested if I say I have a grudge?"

"I'm sorry, you're working, let's get back to work."

Dahae asked. What's going on. 

"My best friend hasn't been able to reach you and has gone missing." 

Even if I clipped the Thai government's article, I could only find a small mention of the disappearance and no spotlight. 

The world is full of unsolved and unsolved cases. 

The scope and breadth of these cases varies depending on the direction of the investigation and the media coverage. 

The disappearance of a tourist or a person from another country is of great interest in their own country. 

In other countries, it's an afterthought. 

That's the key. 

Gyuri keeps getting text messages. 

"Jung-min, Jae-seung left the house."

"He hasn't come home for days." 

"I think it's been about two weeks. Is it because he found out I'm cheating on him?"

"They're all in a bad way."

"Let's meet up. Maybe when the pills I gave you wore off." 

"That's right, it should be off by tomorrow."

Gyuri's stuttering increased. 

"Okay, I'll meet you at the motel. I'll have something to tell you."

"Right. Give me this week's video later. Did you do a good job?"

"Yeah, you made me do it. Yeah." 

The misdeeds pile up and pile up. The Sky Nursery continues to harass children, making money and smiling benevolently. 

In Buddhism, it's called reincarnation or karma, and the funny thing is that karma doesn't come back. 

No one gets what they deserve for harassing people and making money off of them. 

In my version of Buddhism, you get what you deserve in the next life or the next, and it's hard to sympathize with that. 

Because of them, I lost the woman I loved and suffered years of abuse and sexual torture. 

And only after they die do they get their punishment in the next life. 

I don't agree with the logic that there should be no punishment for the perpetrators, only for the victims. 

You know. 

I'm disillusioned with the judicial system in this country and the three-judge system because it's too perpetrator-centered. 

While big politicians and celebrities flaunt the law to line their pockets, the poor are forced to choke down their creativity and settle for the system, chanting "integrity" and "hard work." It's despicable. 

The poor are usually hostile to the law. 

Hostility means that you have had a bad, unpleasant, or unfair experience with something you are hostile to. 

So the poor have a lot of animosity toward the law. They may also be hostile to rich people. 

I may be just another human being, but I'm a punisher. 

I need a bomb. 

I need something to punch this dirty world in the face. 

Personal revenge is not enough. Wait, I'm not going to die a nice death.

"Here, I've got a week's worth of footage."

I trade videos for drugs in person, just in case there's a record. Most of the people I do drugs with have me call them by a code word. 

"Is he a good fit?"

"Well, she's tolerable."

"Bitch, I got your drugs."

She scattered the drugs on the desk in the motel room and posed to snort them.

"Dude, if you suck, we won't talk for another couple hours, so just talk."

"Can't we do it now?"

I say, my hands and eyes fluttering. 

I could have sworn she was happy to see me, like she'd adjusted so well in daycare. 

"This isn't the only reason we're here today. We need to talk."

"Because Jae-seung ran away from home? That's why, you."

"He hasn't come home in over two weeks. 

Why do you think Jae-seung left the house?"

"I don't know, maybe he got laid by another bitch."

He was definitely not in his right mind.

"Let me tell you something, Jae-seung cheated on this asshole."

"How do you know that?"

"Didn't you say he often eats with that bitch he works with at the furniture store?"

"Yeah."

"He was out with her every day doing drugs."

"Where's the proof?"

I handed him some photos I'd taken at the brothel.

"Look at these. April 16th, motel room with her, picking out condoms at the convenience store, walking around town holding hands."

"That's a lot."

"This asshole, this is what he was after all."

"Gyuri, how old are you?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Then how are you going to explain it?"

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, but Jae-seung is dead."

"What?"

"He felt ashamed of what he did, so he just died."

"Who killed him?"

She looks puzzled. "Who killed him?" she asks me, in a panicked, threatening tone of voice.

"You killed him, you asshole."

"I'm calling the police right now, you murderer.

"Don't give too much away. But you have a job to do, Gyuri."

"Shut up, you murderer. How could you kill my husband? Where did you bury him, you bastard!"

"You were going to divorce him anyway and split the property in half!"

"But your asshole of a husband tried to transfer the name of the furniture store to her name."

"So now you're going to declare him missing and later declare him dead so all the property is yours."

"If you keep poking around about death or telling the police anything weird, I'll let your nursery people know what you're up to."

"You know firsthand how cruel they are."

"Of course my intentions will be revealed, but do you think you're in danger or me?"

"So you'll fire the bitch at the furniture store, embezzle all the money, and then move on with your life."

"And I'm willing to turn over any more evidence that he cheated on you, so listen to me."

"Okay. I hear you."

She was grass dead.

"Gyuri, I'll get you out of here in a few minutes from where I'm working."

"My husband is dead and fucked up, but he never gave a shit about you."

"I'll help you as much as I can for next to nothing for your drugs."

"Honestly, you've been living off of your family meds, you know?"

"Okay, but really, where's the body?"

"It's out of the country. You'll never find it, and it's pointless."

"Okay, so what do you tell the kid or my mom?"

"Tell them you've had an affair, bought a new house, and you're missing in action."

"Okay. Am I allowed to be weak now?"

"Yes, and let's do it for the first time in a long time."

"I hate you."

At this point, drug sex would probably give her a thousand times the pleasure. 

EP 20.5 Setting up camp.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Auntie, how are you?"

"Yeah, yeah, what's going on?"

"Auntie, do you know Park Se-hoon?"

"What who?"

"Park Se-hoon, no, Park Jung-min."

"I don't remember much, what's wrong with him?"

"No, I think he's trying to hit us."

"What do you mean?"

"This guy bullied me in school."

"Yeah."

"But I think he's out for some kind of revenge."

"You think you know what that is?"

"One of his classmates who bullied him disappeared, and recently he bumped into me and ran away on purpose."

"But I think he went to your aunt's nursery school."

"What?"

"I don't know what he's up to, but you better watch out for him."

"Okay. And how's your dad doing these days?"

"Dad, not so good, I've already started transferring my shares. I know, help your aunt."

"Okay, don't forget, and if anyone comes to interview you at the center, be sure to shut them up."

"Okay, I'll do my best. But Auntie, you can't kill kids these days."

"Just abuse him a little bit, video it, and then punish him."

"Okay, nephew. I'll see if I can find any trace of this Park Se-hoon."

"He went to a nursery school about seven years ago, I don't know how many years."

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