INSIDE MONSTER. THE FUGITIVE.

CHAPTER 32: ANOTHER ROAD. ANOTHER KIND OF DEATH.

After what happened in the parking lot of the DOC, the whole world went crazy many days after the event. Particularly, the madness was felt online after another viral video: the one that showed the world that the fearsome assassin Ian SolHi was killed by the new Chief of DOC when she entered the building to steal some information. In that video, SolHi was also accused of an armed attack, something that hasn't been proven yet. Even so, the simple fact she'd been killed managed to turn the world upside down and split it into two camps.

Because of the same madness, the new Chief of DOC, Kim HanSol, saw herself forced to hold a press conference a few days after the crime, thinking that it was the only way the crowd could be calmed down. And, to make sure everybody would listen to what she said and not leave room for malicious interpretations, HanSol asked for both online and traditional transmission of the conference. Thus, right at the beginning of the conference, she confidently said, „It had been absolutely necessary to fire my gun and kill Ian SolHi once my life was threatened. Thus, I also made sure that there wouldn't be any information breach."

„Still, there is something unclear. At least, this is what we think, after watching the video DOC had posted online. In that video, everybody saw that Ian SolHi wasn't armed when you shot. More than that, you fired that gun five times, one shot after another, something that seems cruel to me," said one of the journalists.

HanSol sketched a smile. „Do you think so?" She said, damn calm. „That it was cruel? I consider it life insurance because everybody knows who Ian SolHi was and what she could do. Knowing this, I made sure that the one who lies at the morgue now is she and not me."

„Maybe, but... you shot five times. I think that it would have been enough firing the gun only once," the journalist insisted.

Realizing that the journalist's interrogation wouldn't end soon, HanSol raised her hand, cutting her discourse off. Then, she sternly said, „I don't see why I should explain myself in front of you and the decision I made. I've done that already: in front of the Commission, the one that decided that I defended myself there. Therefore, once I've been exonerated and I've informed you about this, I consider that I've done more than enough. So, ladies and gentlemen, have a nice day!" Then, not paying attention to the bustle made by the journalists, who asked her to comment on the details of the case, HanSol simply walked away.

Seeing HanSol leaving, the journalists started to crowd and follow her. The hustle of the journalists finally convinced law enforcement that it was time to act and stop it before turning ugly. Even so, some questions were still heard from the crowd, like „What about the evidence that points out that Ian SolHi was innocent?" „Who will pay for her death if it's proved that she'd been unjustly accused and she didn't kill anybody?" Or „When is her funeral? Does anybody know when..."

These questions were also heard on the TV from DooSan's apartment, in the former nest of love where he and SolHi had spent so many beautiful moments before she'd been arrested. He was sitting on the floor at that moment, with a lot of beer and soju bottles around him. Part of those bottles was empty while the other part was only open or half-emptied, waiting for DooSan to finish them eventually.

DooSan drank a lot that night. Still, he had more bottles he wanted to drink too because he was already aware that the alcohol was the only thing that could help him forget what happened. Yes, he has been drinking a lot lately just to forget, something that made him look really bad: haggard, visibly weakened, with his hair a mess after so much squeezing it with his wet hand. Not only his hair was a mess but also his clothes: his tie was half loose, hanging around his neck, just as his shirt was half unbuttoned. Next to him, on the left side, was the jacket while, in one corner of the house, were the shoes, which he had thrown there after returning home.