Prosecutor Kim Seo-Jin - Chapter 108

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A Misplaced Belief (3)
Seo Dong-sik had no idea what Seo Jin was thinking.
So he studied the broadly smiling expression on Seo Jin’s face, trying to decipher his thoughts.
But then.
‘Look at this bastard.’
Seo Dong-sik led tens of thousands of followers.
Having met so many people, he could read their intentions from their expressions alone.
Yet Seo Jin’s face revealed nothing.
From the corners of his mouth to the curve of his eyes, every detail suggested a genuine smile.
‘Does he really want to join the congregation? Or…?’
Seo Dong-sik didn’t trust Seo Jin.
Just moments ago, while waiting for Seo Jin here, Seo Dong-sik had investigated his background.
Finding information wasn’t difficult.
A simple search of his name on any portal site flooded the results with related articles.
Seo Jin was a star prosecutor who had resolved countless complex cases in a short time and, upon arriving in Seoul, had brought down both a prosecutor and a police chief.
‘There’s no way someone like that would come here without a reason.’
This congregation attracted people filled with victimhood, those dissatisfied with the world.
It was extremely rare for someone as successful as Seo Jin to seek them out.
As Seo Dong-sik continued his thoughts and swallowed dryly,
Seo Jin’s gaze shifted toward Lee So-hee.
“But will you stay? I can do the consultation alone, right?”
When a new believer submits an application for initiation, the rule here is that the evangelist must be present.
Yet Seo Jin was trying to break that rule.
“That’s not allowed.”
Lee So-hee shook her head.
Then Seo Jin continued with an embarrassed smile.
“I’ve seen it in movies—they do confession in situations like this. I’d rather not discuss my mistakes in front of you.”
Lee So-hee looked at Seo Dong-sik with bewildered eyes.
“Teacher…”
Seo Dong-sik nodded with a benevolent smile.
“It’s fine, Lee So-hee. You may leave.”
“Yes, understood.”
Lee So-hee bowed to Seo Dong-sik before slipping out of the room.
Once in the hallway, Lee So-hee shut the door firmly and leaned against the wall.
In that moment, her expression transformed.
Her bewildered eyes sharpened, becoming cold and piercing.
And Lee So-hee recalled Seo Jin’s words in her mind.
“The membership list is in Seo Dong-sik’s room, right? While I’m consulting with him, secure it.”
Once she obtained the list, she could identify those reported as missing or deceased.
Then they would be one step closer to uncovering these criminals’ crimes.
Lee So-hee twisted her body.
Then she moved without hesitation toward Seo Dong-sik’s room.
At that very moment.
Seo Jin sat across from Seo Dong-sik, listening to what amounted to barking.
“I’m not sure how much you already know, but…”
Seo Dong-sik really did talk a lot.
But to summarize…
-This church is the true church chosen by God.
-Master Shin Ji-seok is the only human connected to God.
-A ticket to heaven is not a lie but the truth, and so on.
Whether Seo Dong-sik himself knew it was barking or not, he studied my expression after each and every word.
He was trying to gauge my purpose through how I reacted to his words.
But this time too, it was a failure.
My expression remained the same as before.
Or rather, I nodded as if falling for his words and fired off a question.
“…Could I be chosen as well?”
When I opened my mouth with a dejected expression, Seo Dong-sik’s face brightened.
The bastard asked urgently.
“What is your reason for wanting to be chosen? God wishes to hear a sincere heart. So don’t be ashamed and speak. We are all brothers and sisters alike.”
“The truth is, coming to this church…”
“Speak!”
“At first, I just wanted to have a religion. I worked hard and became a prosecutor, but it felt hollow. I wanted to rely on something, and Lee So-hee evangelized to me. But listening to your words, I too want to become someone chosen…”
As I spouted nonsense earnestly, Seo Dong-sik gripped my hand tightly.
And he opened his mouth with force.
“Don’t worry. The fact that you came to our church is already proof that you’ve been chosen and it is God’s will.”
But that was the moment.
My vision turned to black and white as psychometry began.
Seo Dong-sik and the man holding the leash of the vicious dog were descending the stairs.
“I will entrust the surveillance of these two people, Lee So-hee and Seo Jin, to Deacon Choi Sung-don.”
“…Me?”
Seo Dong-sik smiled at Deacon Choi Sung-don.
“Deacon, you were the first to encounter Lee So-hee and Seo Jin. God chose you. So I will entrust that decision to your will as well. If it seems like demons have taken hold of them, then punish them ‘directly’ as you did before. God sees everything you do.”
Deacon Choi Sung-don grinned and nodded.
“God’s will?”
“Yes!”
“As before… I understand.”
Deacon Choi Sung-don’s expression felt like that of a psychopath who enjoyed murder.
The world regained its color.
In my line of sight, Seo Dong-sik sat across from me.
The bastard wore a benevolent smile.
But that smile is a facade—he doesn’t trust Seo Jin.
But that doesn’t matter.
Because I’m acting too.
What matters now is.
‘Solicitation of murder.’
Through psychometry, he told Choi Sung-don.
“Punish him directly, just like before.”
I smiled, remembering that voice.
‘Choi Sung-don.’
My first target was set, and I could gradually see the moment when I would turn this church upside down.
I tapped my fingers on the table, momentarily indulging in a pleasant daydream.
The reward I would gain after capturing the cult leader and dissolving this sect.
-Gaining the trust of Prosecutor Kim Young-jun.
-Being able to join their league.
The wealthy and the powerful who use this nation as a sacrifice to commit corruption—those who belong in hell.
If I take what’s theirs, this place becomes heaven.
‘But before that.’
My gaze turned back to Seo Dong-sik.
It’s too early to celebrate prematurely.
Choi Sung-don, the deacon who was ordered to commit murder—he’s dangerous.
His eyes weren’t normal, and he might even commit terrorism thinking himself a martyr.
‘I need to assign a bodyguard to Lee So-hee as well.’
It was at that moment.
“I understand your feelings. Then please fill out an application for membership. However, you cannot become a believer immediately. You must repent for the sins you’ve committed thus far and dedicate yourself to God, and then the Master will recognize you. Only then can you receive baptism and be acknowledged as a member of Buwun Church.”
Seo Dong-sik opened a file folder and pulled out documents.
An application for membership.
I picked up a pen and twirled it with a smile.
And I decided to verify something I’d been curious about.
“Can I get a ticket to heaven too?”
“God has spoken: ‘It is harder for a rich man to enter heaven than for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle.’ This means you must give everything to God. Empty yourself of all possessions and gain eternal life. Then the Master will recognize you and report to God.”
It was a heretical doctrine interpreted arbitrarily.
Though it wasn’t amusing, I spoke in an indifferent tone.
“100 million won?”
“Pardon?”
“Is that not enough? Then 200 million?”
Seo Dong-sik furrowed his brow.
He thought I was mocking him.
But the moment I raised my phone, Seo Dong-sik’s eyes widened.
An account containing 580 million won was displayed on the screen.
I tapped my phone with my finger and opened my mouth.
“Three hundred million won. Is it acceptable to donate?”
A flicker of greed crossed Seo Dong-sik’s eyes.
Seo Dong-sik still hadn’t grasped Seo Jin’s true intentions.
Whether he’d come to become a genuine believer, or if there was something else behind it.
But the money before his eyes was real.
There was a saying that while you couldn’t trust people, you could always trust money.
Seo Dong-sik licked his lips while staring at his phone screen.
‘If he donates that money, the master gets to keep it, right?’
Seo Dong-sik was barely scraping by on his meager salary.
He skimmed from donations here and there, but the amounts were trivial—just pocket change.
‘But three hundred million…’
There were countless believers, but few who would deposit three hundred million won at once.
And that money was right before his eyes.
If he played his cards right, he could funnel it straight into his own pocket.
Seo Dong-sik made his decision.
“That’s quite a sum. A bank transfer would be perfectly fine.”
Seo Jin smiled subtly.
I could sense his greed exactly as I’d anticipated.
He would definitely provide me with his account number.
He preaches to his followers to surrender everything.
Yet he himself hungers for money with unbridled avarice.
‘I’ll have to use this bastard too.’
The easiest people in the world to exploit are those blinded by money.
I retrieved my phone and spoke.
“Give me your account number.”
He broke into a wide grin.
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At that moment, at the Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office.
Prosecutor Kim Young-jun was watching his monitor.
The world was abuzz with Prosecutor Seo Jun-kyung’s funeral.
Chief Prosecutor Jo Woo-jae had mobilized civic organizations for this.
Thanks to that, the image of the Prosecution Service was improving.
“Well done.”
Prosecutor Kim Young-jun’s gaze shifted forward.
Then Chief Prosecutor Jo Woo-jae, standing before him, opened his mouth.
“Should we drag out a few of the bastards who killed Seo Jun-kyung and put them on display at the funeral?”
Prosecutor Kim Young-jun and Chief Prosecutor Jo Woo-jae both knew who the human butchers were that had killed Seo Jun-kyung.
But they deliberately hadn’t apprehended them.
Seo Jun-kyung was a thorn in his side, and behind him was connected Representative Song Won-tae.
Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun shook his head.
“That’s enough. We’re using a dead man, but I’m sick of seeing that name. Stop here.”
Chief Prosecutor Jo Woo-jae ceased his argument and nodded.
Then, after hesitating, he carefully opened his mouth.
“There is one more thing I must tell you.”
“What is it?”
“It concerns Seo Jin.”
Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun’s gaze turned back toward Chief Prosecutor Jo Woo-jae.
Then Chief Prosecutor Jo Woo-jae spoke.
“Seo Jin is… well… right now…”
“Speak.”
“…investigating Buwun Church.”
Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun’s eyes widened in shock.
Wondering if he’d misheard, he asked again.
“What?”
“…So since you said you absolutely must become the next Prosecutor General, he decided to pull out a rotten tooth and went into Buwun Church. He’s already made contact with their executives there…”
Chief Prosecutor Jo Woo-jae’s voice was urgent.
As his words continued, Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun’s face grew more sinister.
And then Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun thundered out a shout.
“What kind of place is that!”
It was dangerous.
One wrong move and he could die.
The madness of a cult was difficult to stop.
And with those words, all suspicion of Seo Jin vanished.
He was going this far for him—there was no choice but to trust him.
At that moment, Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun’s phone vibrated.
A call from his wife.
Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun let out a groan and brought the phone to his ear.
“Yes.”
-What are we going to do about Yun-hwan?
“I’m busy. We’ll talk when I get home.”
-He called crying again today! He wants to come back to Korea! Don’t you think about how hard it must be for that sensitive boy? Your brother won’t give him a position at Jaejeong Construction? He’s your older brother! Your influence was huge in building up that company!
Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun’s hands trembled.
His nephew Seo Jin had thrown himself into the fire to make him Prosecutor General.
But his own son…
“Sigh…”
A sigh escaped from Prosecutor General Kim Young-jun’s lips.
But his wife would not stop.
-If you won’t do it, I will. I’ll go to your brother’s house today myself!
“Stop it!”
-Ha, you’re telling me not to after ruining my life? Be quiet. I’m doing all this for Yun-hwan’s sake!
Her voice was nothing but malice.
Chief Prosecutor Kim Young-jun lowered his phone.
His hands trembled violently.
‘Why… why!’
Everything had been wrong from the beginning.
Coveting a woman who was with another man, getting her pregnant, marrying her—it was all a mistake.
But one cannot rewind one’s life.
Chief Prosecutor Kim Young-jun, who had briefly furrowed his brow, swept his hair back.
There was work to be done now.
Family matters could wait until he got home.
“Woo-jae.”
“Yes, Chief Prosecutor.”
“Call the media outlets and have them write articles condemning Buwun Church. Make it clear—the murder case points directly to them.”
“Pardon?”
A sudden media campaign? As Chief Prosecutor Jo Woo-jae tilted his head in confusion, Chief Prosecutor Kim Young-jun’s voice cut through sharply.
“Prepare a search warrant for Buwun Church.”
“Pardon?”
Chief Prosecutor Jo Woo-jae’s eyes widened in an instant.
Seo Jin’s personal investigation and the Chief Prosecutor’s orders carried vastly different weight.
“Sir, Chief Prosecutor. There’s a risk that public opinion could turn against us for religious persecution.”
Chief Prosecutor Kim Young-jun shook his head.
He lit a cigarette and spoke with a chilling tone.
“We’re not persecuting religion—we’re catching a murderer. So proceed.”

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