Park Chan-young majored in electrical engineering in college.
Why?
Park Chan-young… was good with
machines back in middle school, too.
What is he doing now?
He worked at a webhard company called FullDisk
until recently, but he quit,
and he's now living as a small investor without a job.
Then why don't we play with Park Chan-young's stocks?
I actually have a hacker I've known since I was a detective,
so we hacked into Park Chan-young's PC,
and found he has a terrible hobby.
He was being a slave on the Dark Web.
- Being a slave? - Yes.
He's a member of a Dark Web site made by a heinous criminal
called Dogpark.
The expectations are always right.
Though I'm relieved that I can kill him without feeling guilty…
See? He's still being a slave.
Those garbages never change.
Those geezers are all dead. Those damn bastards.
- Those damn bastards. - Let's make sure that Park Chan-young
can never play slave again.
Excuse me.
You didn't turn off the headlights.
- What's that? - What the heck?
What did he drop just now?
Excuse me.
Please roll the window down for a moment.
Sir, please roll the window down for a moment.
Oh! Turn the engine off!
Hey, hey, stop him, stop him!
Don't move, hold still!
You, get out of the car! Then turn the engine off!
Stop him!
Turn the engine off and get out of the car!
Get him!
After him!
- Are you okay? - Ow, my leg.
Are you okay?
Ow, my leg, my leg.
Are you okay?
What a fuss.
The poor bastards always make a fuss.
This wasn't my fault, you know.
It was written by
one of the three. Not by that boy named Chul.
But I need all three of them.
What are you doing?
What do you think you're doing!
Senior, you developed a bad habit.
You dig into someone else's things without permission.
Back in middle school, you were
best friends with Hwang Kyung-min
and this student named Chul.
So, the total number of students Class 5 of 8th Grade wasn't 34,
but 35.
Why did you leave Chul out?
Because he's dead already?
You've been looking into that all by yourself this whole time?
You're doing what you've been doing at Seodong Station.
Yes.
Chul committed suicide 20 years ago,
because he couldn't stand bullying.
Why would I put someone dead on the investigation list?
Do you think Hwang Kyung-min would kill a dead guy again?
Jung Jong-seok, put that back on.
Setting a wrong direction of investigation
can kill someone innocent.
Don't pay attention to someone dead,
and just find out who Hwang Kyung-min's next target is.
Jong-seok.
From now on, don't give me orders.
What?
This is Chul's will.
That has nothing to do with this case.
You've been denying Chul all this time,
and now you talk like you know something?
This isn't Chul's handwriting. It was forged.
- What? - Hwang Kyung-min isn't
avenging himself.
He's doing what Chul wanted to do,
in other words, what Chul wasn't able to do.
He's doing it in his place right now.
You know what that is, right?
How…
- how could I… - I knew you would say you don't know.
This will was the ignition point of this case.
The fire started from this.
Senior.
Senior, what in the world are you talking about? Huh?
Sir, Hwang Kyung-min is now in Taeheung-dong.
Senior, let's go catch Hwang Kyung-min together.
No.
You go after Hwang Kyung-min.
I must find out where the ignition point of this case is exaxtly at.
Senior, don't be delusional.
I am in charge here.
You stay, don't go anywhere else, and back us up.
- Man-jae, did you hear what I said? - Yes, sir.
Pil-doo, you come with me.
Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Kang.
Is he the one?
- Yes, yes, uh, he is, right? - Yes.
We just told him to get out, so we can check his ID.
And then that jerk suddenly ran away.
Which way did that taxi driver walked to, you said?
Uh… it was this way.
He was walking like this, with his cap on like this.
And it was this direction, so…
No way. Cops can't break into Dark Web.
Do you think Hwang Kyung-min went after his next target?
Get the personal information of
all residents of this neighborhood.
All of them?
Ah, but more than 1,000 households live here.
What?
Just shut up and do it, damn it.
Uh, isn't this abuse of power? Huh?
I'm going to record all this, then.
- Wait. - Ah, wait.
- Uh, uh, oh… - Record what!
Yeah, sure, record it.
- Record it, damn it! Huh? - Sir, please calm down.
Move!
Record it, so the whole world would know about it.
- Record it! - Have you gone mad?
Sir.
- Are you okay? Are you okay? - Hey, yeah, I've gone mad, okay?
I've gone mad upon seeing you bastards
who lost the culprit right in front of you, okay?
Sir, what's wrong with you? You're overacting.
I'll look into it, okay?
Damn it.
Here it is.
I made Kyung-min write down his emotional conditions
at the beginning of the counseling,
and this was what Kyung-min wrote himself.
Thank you.
I promise I'll give it back after I check something.
Okay.
We have to wait a bit more until
Chul's suspension is lifted, right?
Yeah, we have to wait one more week.
How can we endure until then?
Hey, don't worry.
The school was in a frenzy, so they won't be able to
mess with us that easily anymore.
Do you think so?
Ugh, those damn bastards, they're so… damn it.
What is he looking at? That bastard, damn it.
Let's go.
Ugh, seriously…
I still feel pain on the parts where those bastards hit me at.
Hey, is that thing okay now?
Ah, damn it.
Do you think it's be okay? I got it sutured with nine stitches.
- Hey, should we just trample on them? - Forget it.
Hey, that bastard named Chul or whatever isn't here, either.
So this is our chance.
Hey.
You talk like I am scared of that bastard.
Ugh, hey, I never talked like that.
I'm concerned about my old man, that's why, you bastard.
I know, I know.
Let's keep quiet for a while.
Yeah.
Huh? Even that bastard is looking at us, too.
Who?
You know, that CD seller bastard. That guy.
That bastard?
Oh.
- For one person. - One person?
- I'll look forward to the next one. - Thanks, bye.
Hey, Park Chan-young.
Oh, oh, Class President.
What are you doing here?
Ah, I was just…
We saw it, you bastard.
You're totally demonic.
You seel porn at school.
What are you going to be when you grow up?
Here, you guys can have all of them.
Ugh, you bastard.
Do you think we're gangsters or something?
- Give me the piezo igniter. - Huh?
Take it out, now.
Okay.
You play the games for free at the arcade,
and you sell porn at school.
We should tell the principal about this bastard and
get him expelled.
Yeah, we must make him get expelled.
I swear I won't do it again.
Forgive me this once, please.
Are you sure you won't do it again?
I won't. I won't do it again.
Then,
be our slave.
Slave?
Uh… don't you know how to play slave?
You just need to do what we tell you to do.
No?
Then do you want to get expelled?
I will do it.
I will play slave.
Yes, if you listen to us,
many good things will happen to you.
Hey, Park Chan-young, you bastard, you.
This dirty money you made by selling porn…
We're seizing this, you bastard.
Ugh, you bastard, why are you stepping on my foot?
I didn't step on it. You tripped me on purpose.
Ooh, scary.
You've been hanging out with a gansgter,
and you've become a gangster now.
You guys are the gangsters, not me.
Chan-young.
What are you doing?
Don't you dare talk back to Class President.
Hey, it'll be troublesome if his face is wounded.
Take it easy.
Sorry.
What the… What the heck is this?
What is this?
I made it to have a higher voltage than a piezo igniter.
Oh!
Damn it, Park Chan-young, you…
Let go.
I said, let go!
Shut up.
That's awesome.
What a great thing.
This doesn't even leave a wound on the body.
Oh, wow.
You're a genius, you bastard.
You evil bastard.
You damn bastard! Ugh.
I told you, they shouldn't get hurt.
Stop using force. That's ignorant.
Wow.
Look at this bastard's face.
Hey, Park Chan-young, you deserve a Nobel Prize for Science.
Jung Jong-seok's police notebook.
Hwang Kyung-min's medical record card.
And the last, Park Chan-young.
Park Chan-young, that piece of garbage.
Humans don't change much even if they grow up.
That worthless life
should come to an end.
I'm sorry about earlier.
It's okay.
How's your hand? Let's eat it together over there.
- Hi. - Oh, hi.
How much is it?
$5 each.
That's too expensive.
- If you don't want it, then forget it. - Oh, no.
Wow, Park Chan-young, you should aim for
Nobel Prize for Economics, too.
And you deserve a suitable reward.
Ugh, come on, hurry and take it, you bastard.
- Thanks. - Leave.
Leave.
Ugh, Park Chan-young, you should do better, okay?
Here.
Huh? Why are you taking $1 out?
- Let's go. - Ugh, the rich bastards
are actually worse.
He worked at a webhard company called FullDisk
until recently, but he quit,
and he's now living as
a small investor without a job.
Kill them, kill them.
Kill all those geezers.
Kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them, kill them.
Park Chan-young is Dogpark.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
Sir, if you slap him on his face,
I'll give you $200.
What?
Just slap him once.
Then you get free $200.
Or you two can share by $100 each.
If you don't want to, then forget it.
What reward must I give to my faithful slave?
A slave loves slave-themed videos?
If so…
Huh?
The address is Unit 32, Building 9, 23, 4-gil, Taeheung-dong.
Don't worry. This loser can never call the police.
I'm screwed.
What crime did this bastard commit?
This bastard is a dog-pig hybrid that mated with dogs.
This is Chul's will.
This will was the ignition point of this case.
The fire started from this.
Sir, I found him.
Someone from Sinseok Middle school lives here.
Unit 32, Building 9, 23, 4-gil, Taeheung-dong.
Park Chan-young.
- Let's go. - Yes, sir.
Goodbye.
Open the door, you bastard!
Open the door!
Come out!
I said, open the door!
I said, come out!
Open the door!
Open the door, you bastard!
Damn it.
Hey, where is it?
This is it. 23, 4-gil, Taeheung-dong.
Okay.
Mr. Park Chan-young.
What the…
Mr. Park Chan-young.
Park Chan-young?
- Hey, untie him. - Yes, sir.
Hey, don't touch that!
Sir, are you okay?
Hey, let's take him out first.
Hey!
Hey, get Park Chan-young!
Come here, come here!
Hey, Pil-doo.
Let go, you bastard! Let go!
Who are these bastards?
You come here!
Who are these bastards?
Hey, go up, go up.
I got him!
Let go, let go!
What the heck? Did we have a female member?
Let go, let go!
Police! Everybody freeze!
Sir, are you okay?
- Does it hurt badly? - Yeah, I'm okay.
Damn it, what the heck? They're cops?
But weren't we told that he can't call the police?
You bastards!
Get that bastard!
Where are you going? Stop!
Hey!
What the heck? What's going on?
Hey, we have to catch Park Chan-young, now!
Yes, sir.
This is 23, 4-gil, Taeheung-dong.
A police officer is injured.
He's bleeding badly. Please hurry.
- Senior. - Yeah.
Park Chan-young is the next target. We must save him, okay?
Okay, just hang in there a bit.
Why are you trying so hard to save that bastard?
Shut up, you bastard! Huh?
That bastard Park Chan-young is Dogpark, the one you were after.
Park Chan-young is Dogpark?
Park Chan-young! Stop right there!
Hey, get in!
Get in, now!
2002.
Lieutenant, please take my car.
I have something to check.
Hold still!
Help!
I said, hold still, you bastard!
You idiotic bastards! I am Dogpark!
Shut up, you dog-pig hybrid bastard!
If you're Dogpark, then I'm Kim Jong-un, you bastard!
Park Chan-young is Dogpark?
Yes, he kissed the dogs' asses 20 years ago,
and now he's acting like the king of pigs.
The bastards who kidnapped Park Chan-young are the ones
who sold or spread illegal videos they got from him as the reward.
Are you… are you sure about that?
So don't go after him anymore.
I will make sure that bastard Park Chan-young
pays for his past sins, too.
Damn it, hurry up.
Damn it, where did they go?
Oh! 2002.
Hurry and get in, hurry, you jerk.
Document identification is usually done
by geometrical method and statistical method,
but there's a huge time gap between
a middle schooler's handwriting and a grown-up's handwriting,
so it's hard to identify them by geometrical method, which uses
writing pressure, strokes and stroke orders.
But by statistical method…
Okay. So, whose handwriting is it?
Wait.
It'll be out soon.
Who's there?
How does it feel
to be captured by slaves who served you like a king?
Are you a police officer?
Call… call a lawyer, please.
It was fun playing slave until now, huh?
Now, I'm going to present the most horrible moment to you.
Why are you doing this to me?
Call a lawyer for me, please!
Why, you ask?
Then why did you do that?
I'm sorry, I, I was just doing it as a joke,
but those bastards beat people up for real, and…
I mean, why did you do that to Chul!
Chul… Chul?
Yeah, why did you do that to Chul?
You, you, you… by any chance…
- Hwang… - Yes, I am Hwang Kyung-min.
The result is out.
Here, look.
In terms of statistics, the one who used the most of
the initial vowels that were written on the will
is this person.