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Psychic

Chapter 2

Psychic

The morning came up faster than I though as I slowly left the bed to look for the food and the coffee as I was looking for something to wake me up. The whole shift that I had today was killable as I had to deal with a lot of things at work.

The widows were shut open to help the last sung to enter the cols autumn morning of the Seoul as I opened to door of the rusty door and shouted.

-Lee wake up u ass, I can't deal with u shit today.

And I heard the long growl coming into my direction as I saw my olde brother slowly climbing from his room to get to the bar stand to look for the existence sense in every day life.

-U should stop drinking so much!

I said and he definitely didn't like it as I was a younger one and it always sounded like scolding meant I was smarter.

-Shut up!

He said and I opened the oil to add on the pan to do some eggs and some rice to eat.

-U just broke up with him, are u sure about that? Minho..u know..

-Close u mouth as I want to listen to the news.

He turned on TV ignoring my request to the sanity inside the body of the grown man.

I never got his understanding and bad boy style in life as he changed the guy as gloves but the last one was the heart break to that to him and now my ego was fed enough to process.

I placed the plates on the counter and poured some coffee in front of him joining the whole thing and the loud shouting of the screen in front of us.

-Felix, I asked u to put less salt into it, shit.

He shouted at me as bit on the food and it was thing to put much more salt as I loved it more that sourness of the sauces he required.

-Next time u cooking, shithead.

I laughed at him looking at the news of the another death of the young idol.

It was one more girl to be dead in the hands of the person, they police even didn't know the basic things about the person. It was already 3 years of his active movement around.

-U think he will be caught someday?

Minho asked me, sipping on the hot coffee and chocking on it at once.

-Shit, how many times should I ask for putting the temperature on 90 degrees?

I laughed at him.

-I like my coffee hot, u problems mate.

-Put that Australian shit inside deep.

The practice I got from studying in Australia was incredible and it gave a special prose and license to work with the most dangerous psychopath in the world as. Had access for the studies anywhere I wanted and requested.

As we had limited budged I had to do it best way and shortest way possible and now I was a whole psychiatrist with the profiler position (profiler is the person who can create the whole profile of the murdered or a criminal up to details and manners of the behaviour as I know there are only 5 such people in the world).

The youngest was me and I was proud of that as I was totally different person at work and a lot of people called me a jerk and other bad things but I had a big concept of having the 2 faces for work and private life which helped me to follow my dream and now I was working with police directly and this case was making me go crazy every time.

I just didn't have the concept of the person al all, no evidence no behaviour principles and nothing else to be useful to create at leat some picture at all.

"Come to the scene, police shitted again. Address..."

P.S. It will get more understandable later, I promise.....