Memories of Murders

Infants were running in the borderless field, the sky was clear like the seas, clouds were marshmallows, it was just a regular day. Everywhere was normal except for one particular spot, the ditch beside the dirt road. A female corpse was trapped inside, flies were decaying it. Inspector Park, one of the thousands of police involved with the linked murders, went to the crime scene and inspected the surrounding. Nothing extraordinary about the corpse; victim’s hands were tied up and mouth was covered up with a cloth.

Many suspects had visited Inspector Park for interrogation about the linked murders. The suspects ranged from punks to professionals. Park brought in the victim’s former boyfriend for cross-examination. “You dumped this girl last month, right?” Park roughly asked as he was showing a picture of the victim. “Yeah” former boyfriend replied loosely while he was forced to take off his hat. Nothing special was revealed. Like the hectic Korean Police Department, Park is also troubled by the mysterious and troublesome murders. At the moment he did not have much clue, nothing could be rushed.

When Park was at home spending some leisure time with his wife, Kwak Sul-young, she was remarking orthodox rumours that Park first thought was full of bull crap. “You know the Baek family meat restaurant?” curious Sul-young, “The Baek family?” answered Park. At that moment, he had no idea what was going on with the conversation but Sul-young continued, “You know what people in the town call them?” Park seemed interested. “The lady’s killer. And they have a retarded boy, Kwang-ho. It’s an unfortunate.” Sul- young commented with her monotone. Nothing special… She said, “Kwang-ho used to follow Hyung-sook all the time.” Park wondered is Hyung-sook the victim who got murdered and placed at the ditch and his elegant wife said yes. As Sul-young continued, “Even more important an old woman saw him following her on the day of the murder.” With a sudden shock, Park got up and questioned his wife about it. Then, in matter of seconds, Park rushed to seek for Kwang-ho for interrogation.

While two children were watching the retarded suspect playing in the arcade, Park dragged him to the interrogation room in the Korean Police Headquarters. The interrogation room was definitely a junkyard, it was murky and dirty, it wasn’t a nice place for anyone to spend time in there. Park did not hesitate to ask, “You never intended to kill Hyung-soon, huh?” Kwang-ho simply wiggled his head horizontally to say “no.” “How about touching her breast?” Park asked again. “I couldn’t touch it.” As the questioning continued, Park showed impatience and forced Kwang-ho to reveal the truth, however, he told the hectic officer that he was innocent in the crime. The alleged Kwang-ho was kept inside the unhygienic room for the remaining hours until further notifications.