Tokyo: The Player Behind the Scenes.

Chapter 284, Section 30: Not Full

Yangcheon-gu, Seoul.

Numerous police cars and ambulances filled the open space in front of the courthouse.

Red and blue lights crisscrossed the courthouse, and the sirens of vehicles that hadn't had time to be turned off made a loud noise that instinctively made people nervous.

Police officers in dark blue uniforms and maintenance crew members in camouflage uniforms and carrying riot shields formed a tight cordon, separating the surging crowd.

Outside the police cordon, a dense crowd of reporters stood. Long lenses and microphones were pointed at the courthouse entrance, flashes going off incessantly, and the sound of camera shutters clicking incessantly.

Whenever a stretcher is carried out, whether it is a groaning wounded person or a dead person covered with a white sheet, it will cause a commotion and a more rapid clicking of camera shutters.

"The eleventh! Oh my god, the fifteenth!"

A young reporter wearing glasses was counting on tiptoe while taking notes rapidly, his face beaming with barely suppressed excitement.

"Rounding it up, there must be over a hundred casualties, right? Big news! Absolutely big news that will shock the whole country and the world!"

His colleague next to him pursed his lips, not pointing out his absurd rounding, but his eyes were equally burning.

Such a bloody massacre inside the court is not only rare in the history of South Korean justice, but has never been seen before!
Many reporters frantically called headquarters, informing them of the seriousness of the situation and urging everyone to use their connections to dig out more information.

Compared to the chaos outside, the courthouse was a little quieter.

But it's not much better.

A conference room, far from the horrific scene of the main courtroom tragedy, has been temporarily requisitioned as an interrogation room.

Detectives from the Special Investigation Unit of the National Police Agency (think of it as the Major Crimes Unit) and prosecutors from the Seoul Central District Prosecutors' Office are frantically questioning bystanders who managed to escape at the first sign of the riots.

"Waaaaah, it's so horrible—blood—blood everywhere! That prisoner, he...he's like a devil!"

A young woman, her makeup ruined by tears and trembling all over, was incoherent, her hands tightly wrapped around her shoulders, as if she was still experiencing a great shock.

"He...he jumped onto the table and then! The judge's head...bang! Ugh!"

Another middle-aged woman turned pale, and at the crucial point in her story, she suddenly retched and could no longer continue.

“Monster! He’s definitely a monster! A monster who crossed the sea from Japan! How could a normal person break free of handcuffs so easily and even take down two policemen?” A man in a suit said, his voice trembling and his eyes unfocused.

The detective in charge of recording frowned. Most of these survivors were mentally confused, and the information they provided was fragmented and filled with subjective fears, with little useful information.

After all, if we're talking about the process, the courtroom has surveillance equipment, which can basically piece together the whole thing, so there's not much need for narration. The purpose of their questioning is to find any special behavior that the surveillance might not have captured.

"Attorney Jin, please have a seat."

A middle-aged police officer gestured for him to sit down, his tone relatively polite, but his eyes were sharp.

"Please recall in more detail what you saw or heard during the period from when you left the courtroom until the riot broke out, especially regarding Park Min-woo."

Attorney Kim took a deep breath, trying to appear calm.

“I’ve already said that. That’s all I know. My understanding of Park Min-woo is limited to the case itself. When I left, the judge had just finished delivering the verdict. He was standing in the dock, looking calm, or rather, numb. As I reached the door, I suddenly heard a loud crash and screams from inside, and then everything went chaotic. I quickly ran out.”

He paused, then added, "I know what you want to know. The last time I saw him was two weeks ago during court preparations, and he showed no signs of anything amiss then. Otherwise, he wouldn't have refused even the free legal representation I offered, would he?"

Attorney Kim answered cautiously.

He was well aware of the heinous nature of the case, the immense pressure on the police, and the possibility that they might resort to unconventional methods.

Although he was experienced, he didn't want to get into trouble at this time and be labeled as someone who failed to report or was an accomplice.

He had to emphasize that he was distancing himself from Park Min-woo.

Fortunately, there really wasn't anything between them.

The detective flipped through the case documents, his gaze lingering on Attorney Jin's face for a long while, seemingly assessing the veracity of his words. Finally, he slowly nodded: "Okay, thank you for your cooperation, Attorney Jin. We may need your help again if necessary. However, you cannot leave for the time being."

“I understand, I understand,” Attorney Kim sighed.

Fortunately, Park Min-woo rejected his defense, otherwise today's events would definitely not have passed so easily.

Court scene.

This place has shown many people what hell on earth truly is.

Even the scientific investigation team, accustomed to crime scenes, couldn't help but turn pale and suppress the urge to vomit when they stepped into this place.

They all suspected they had stepped into a meticulously crafted set from movies and games.

The judges' bench area was the hardest hit.

The hardwood table was covered with a large amount of splattered and flowing dark red blood, and a pool of red and white mixture had accumulated viscously under the table, solidifying into a jelly-like substance.

The hibiscus yin-yang emblem, a symbol of judicial authority, is splattered with large patches of glaring blood. Fragments of the broken gavel handle lie scattered in the pool of blood.

Near the entrance, the bodies and injured were cleared away one by one after their locations were recorded, but not all of them had been cleared yet.

Their deaths took various forms; some had their necks twisted, while others had their chests collapsed.

"This...this is something a normal person couldn't do."

A forensic officer, Superintendent Jiang, wearing a white coat and a mask, squatted beside a corpse, examining the horrific indentation in the chest and the shattered skull, his voice filled with surprise and doubt.

"He hammered into the chest with his bare hands, shattering the skull, and not just one bone. How much strength does that require?" "Have you confirmed the scene with the surveillance footage?" Inspector Jiang asked the technical officer next to him.

"It's confirmed, he did it all by himself," the officer replied, licking his lips.

"Did he take some drugs?" The prosecutor frowned, but he knew the theory was untenable. It wasn't a super soldier serum; how could he gain such power from taking it?

"We have already taken some of his blood for preliminary examination, and no unusual components were detected." Inspector Kang looked solemnly at Park Min-woo's body, which was surrounded for examination. "On the contrary, his body was severely malnourished, and his weight was completely abnormal. A 1.75-meter-tall adult male weighed only 36 kilograms."

"And before he came to court, he weighed fifty kilograms."

"Superpowers?" the prosecutor murmured a single word. "Those things?"

Just as the two men were exchanging bewildered glances with grave expressions, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open.

A group of people barged in together, led by a man who was about forty years old and had a cold and stern face.

He had a capable demeanor, followed by several men and women who were also dressed smartly and had a sharp and capable air.

Ignoring the busy police officers and prosecutors at the scene, the man walked straight up to Inspector Kang and Prosecutor Park, and showed them a black-covered badge with a special emblem. The name of the organization on it was the National Abnormal Phenomena Countermeasures Headquarters, and the head was Choi In-ho.

“Inspector Kang, Prosecutor Park,” Choi In-ho’s voice was clear. “This shouldn’t be our first meeting. I am Choi In-ho from the National Abnormal Phenomena Countermeasures Headquarters. From now on, this case will be officially taken over by our headquarters. According to the special provisions and the authorization of the presidential decree, we need the full assistance of the National Police Agency and the Prosecutor’s Office to seal off the scene, control all relevant personnel, collect all physical evidence and biological samples, and transfer all information on witnesses, the injured, and the deceased to us.”

Police Inspector Kang and Prosecutor Park exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of complexity in each other's eyes.

They were naturally aware that this newly established department, which reported directly to the president, was modeled after Japan's Extraordinary Measures Headquarters.

Previously, there had been little activity, leading many to privately mock it as a "ghost department."

Now, cases involving the supernatural have actually emerged.

Although they were somewhat unhappy about being suddenly stripped of their power, the authority the other party displayed and the bizarre nature of the case itself made it impossible for them to refuse.

“Minister Choi,” Prosecutor Park forced a professional smile, “we will certainly cooperate fully. However… the situation at the scene is complex, the casualties are heavy, and the public pressure is immense. I wonder if your ministry…”

"We will take charge of coordinating the handling of public opinion and subsequent legal proceedings." Choi In-ho nodded, his gaze sweeping over the bloody courtroom before finally settling on Park Min-woo's body. He waved, and the two men immediately stepped out to protect Park Min-woo's corpse.

"The most urgent task is to find out how Park Min-woo obtained this power, to uncover the ins and outs of this case, and also," he turned his gaze to Kim Min-na, who was lying unconscious on the ground being carried onto a stretcher by medical staff, "to comfort the injured, to avoid causing a greater social impact, and to prevent them from saying things they shouldn't."

The injured and the deceased inside the courtroom were gradually moved out.

Park Min-woo's body was carefully protected and sent to a research institute.

However, they were destined to find nothing special from this corpse, which had nothing unusual about it except for its strange weight.

Because the real Park Min-woo is already at this moment.
"vomit!!"

In a crowded hospital ward, a woman with the least serious injuries lay by the bedside, recalling the bloody scene from half a day earlier. Her face turned pale, and she vomited.

Such symptoms are not uncommon; many injured people and survivors experience them.

They should be thankful that they can still vomit, rather than becoming a corpse that haunts and evokes vomiting in other people's minds.

The busy doctor carried reports one by one, offering comfort and reassurance to each patient. When it was this woman's turn, the doctor looked at the corresponding report and his expression relaxed considerably.

"Ms. Park, you are fine physically, but you have some bruising on your face, which is affecting your fillers. You may need to go to a plastic surgery hospital for recovery."

The woman tensed up, covering her injured cheek: "The authorities will take responsibility, right? I was injured in court! Those idiots completely failed in their responsibility to protect me! I almost died there—no, my best friend died there! She suffered so much, sob sob!"

The doctor was speechless for a moment: "I don't know about these things, but the authorities have already registered all your information. Just stay in the hospital for a few days and you can ask them questions then."

After saying that, he quickly made an excuse and ran away, afraid of being harassed.

The woman opened her mouth, which aggravated her wound, causing her to hiss.

"This doctor is so irresponsible! I'd like to know how many people were injured."

The woman felt that simply waiting for compensation wouldn't work, as the authorities always dragged their feet. So she wanted to rally others to put some pressure on them, something she often did, as it was part of her expertise.

She was the least injured among them and could still walk around. Most of the others were lying there yelling or still under the effects of anesthesia, sticking their tongues out.

Faced with this situation, she couldn't coordinate things for a while, and many family members were staring at her intently, probably feeling it was unfair that their loved ones were so seriously injured while she only had a swollen face.

Startled, she quickly returned to her hospital bed, pretending to be bedridden, and tried to take out her phone, only to find it was missing.

At that moment, police officers arrived at the door to guard her, and she angrily questioned where her phone was.

"I'm not too sure about that. It might have been left at the scene. Don't worry, we will take good care of any valuables found inside," the officer said, dodging the question.

The authorities did not confiscate the injured people's phones, but if they lost their phones, they would "keep them for a period of time" to avoid escalating public opinion.

She wanted to make a scene, but it was dinner time, and a nurse brought her dinner. Only then did she realize how hungry she was.

After glaring at the police officer, she picked and chose from the dinner brought by the nurse. Only when someone gave her a hostile look did she finally select a kimchi beef rice bowl and begin to eat.

She usually eats very slowly, chewing each bite carefully, but today, for some reason, she was so hungry that she didn't even have time to chew properly and just swallowed it whole.

After finishing one serving, I didn't feel full at all.

There was extra food, and some people couldn't finish it all, so she secretly took an extra portion without anyone noticing.

She quickly finished eating again and then put down her chopsticks.

strangeness.
Why do I feel like I'm not quite full?
(End of this chapter)