Chapter 160 Police Station

On the fourth floor of the police station, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a powdered face named Jin Haoguang held a measuring tape, measuring meticulously the distances between every desk, chair, cabinet, and potted plant in the office, murmuring to himself about feng shui and fortunes.

Four small rose of Sharon flowers pinned to the epaulets of his police uniform indicated his rank as the Chief of the Seoul Jiangdong District Police Station.

Following World War II, South Korea's anti-feudal, anti-colonial revolution was not thorough, leaving a large number of cultural dregs through the years.

Some of the upper-class elites believed in witchcraft, some in shamanism, some in physiognomy, and like Jin Haoguang, who was among the high ranks of the Seoul police force, even he believed in feng shui, eschewing the use of air conditioning in his office during the summer for fear that it would affect his career fortunes.

Knock, knock, knock.