Chapter 23 – Time Has Passed – Part 6

Chapter 23 – Time Has Passed – Part 6

Woojin slowly nodded his head.

There’s a saying that you can know the depth of a ten-fathom pool, but not the heart of a one-fathom man.

However, Woojin can see through people and even make them move as if under hypnosis.

Conversely, stocks represent an organization, a collective of countless people.

It becomes easier to predict.

When many people gather, group order is established, and it becomes even easier to predict.

Retail Investors’ Psychology.

Anomalies naturally occur.

Depending on which stock is bought, stock manipulators deviating from the order of retail investors can become 1% of the anomaly, and 2% trying to use stock manipulators also fall under anomalies. Another 3% too.

Of course, Woojin had no intention of approaching stocks with just these thoughts.

History, corporations, the stock market, and Illuminati-style conspiracy theories, etcetera, etcetera.

Charts, of course, must be looked at.

Soon, the market opened, and Woojin chose a theme stock to experience the psychology of retail investors.

Most people rejoice when stock prices rise and lament when they fall.

Becoming slaves to secreted hormones, self-consciousness fluctuates between hell and heaven.

Woojin chose a theme stock priced at 2,400 won per share.

As soon as he bought it, it rose a little, and Woojin quietly felt his emotions.

But no matter how hard he tried to feel something, he felt nothing.

This time, it fell.

He wasn’t lamenting or anxious.

‘Indeed, the path of ordinariness is difficult.’

Suddenly, a second self, which could be defined as dual personality, dormant in his unconscious, came to mind.

What reactions would that fellow show in such a situation?

Everything I heard and saw, all the unconscious things I passed by, become nourishment for him.

It seemed like it wouldn’t be bad to observe it once.

Woojin muttered to himself.

‘Come out.’

Suddenly, Woojin’s vision flickered ‘click’ like a fluorescent light, dimming then brightening.

Woojin’s lips curved into a soft smile.

Woojin ran a hand through his hair and looked at the mirror.

“Wow… It’s been a while. No matter how I look, it’s me, but I’m really handsome. I could be a celebrity and enjoy it like a game.”

Woojin in the mirror was smiling brightly, revealing his white teeth.

Woojin quickly took off his shirt.

Scars that would make others gawk.

“Like this… being a celebrity might be a bit much?”

After a brief moment of smiling and looking at himself in the mirror, Woojin sat back down in front of the monitor.

This is something he has to do.

Woojin was already gradually gaining control over his unconscious more than before, and if this continued, he might disappear.

There’s a need to instill value in his brain through his actions.

Just then, a message notification rang, and Woojin checked the content.

“Woojin? Did you see? It’s a class cancellation. Anyway…”

Woojin, who had been focused on his cellphone, raised his head again and looked at the Home Trading System.

“This guy, I thought he was just a stuffy fellow, but he’s trying to play a very interesting game, isn’t he? Hahahaha!”

Woojin’s hand, smiling with his white fangs showing, reached for the mouse and keyboard.

“Why intentionally feel the emotions of retail investors? Do you want to become a retail investor? You should design and move so that you don’t feel the emotions of retail investors in the first place. And exploit them. Money isn’t earned by you working. It’s earned by others for you.”

Click.

-Sell order executed.

Woojin looked for another stock.

“Oh… I see signs of accumulation. Since it’s mid-March now…”

His hand, after browsing a few charts, showed no hesitation.

As if I had found my world.

-Buy order executed.

-Buy order executed.

-Buy order executed.

-Buy order executed.

*

After the market closed, Woojin, who had returned to his self-consciousness, was looking at his balance.

The increased balance brought no emotion to Woojin.

Because it was a natural result.

Woojin was interested in something else.

Was the expression and feeling that the unconscious created really ordinary?

That’s my unconscious self, which I haven’t perfectly conquered yet…

Woojin, who had been lost in thought for a moment, organized his thoughts.

With the intention of observing it long-term.

Woojin, who had been thinking about emotions caused by brain activity, soon lay down in the living room and began searching on his cellphone.

How much time had passed like that?

With the sound of the front door opening, Bomi came inside.

“What are you doing, oppa?”

Woojin was lounging around.

He was literally rolling back and forth.

“I was resting.”

“I thought you were exercising or something.”

Woojin rolled around again, as if Bomi was looking at him, and said,

“Isn’t this how you relax at home, just lounging around?”

“Ah… lounging around…”

Bomi, who had a blank expression, smiled widely.

“Brother, but you’re rolling around too much. You should roll around in moderation. Like this…”

Bomi, who had been happily chatting with Woojin, soon went to wash up, and Woojin received a message.

It was Detective Kim Taehyun, who often showed him pictures and videos of criminals and asked for advice.

He was the one who even gave him a fountain pen as an admission gift for S University.

[Woojin, are you busy?]

[No. I’m just lazing around.]

The phone rang immediately.

-I have a tricky case, and this time it’s 100,000 won!

“Yes. Please send it.”

He thought it was quite a good way to earn some pocket money.

-I think we should meet in person to discuss it, I’ll come to your house.

As time passed, Woojin, who had been contacted by the Detective, went outside.

The Detective, with a bristly beard, got out of the gray sedan with a smile.

“Oh my… My younger brother, you seem to have gotten even more handsome? How’s university life? Is it fun?”

“Yes. I think so. Did you get promoted, Detective?”

Kim Taehyun smiled bitterly and playfully put his arm around Woojin’s shoulder.

“It’s not for my younger brother to worry about my work. Don’t worry about me, just study hard, my younger brother.”

As Woojin got into the passenger seat, Kim Taehyun rummaged through his bag.

Then Woojin spoke.

“Detective, instead of just photos, can I go to the scene?”

Woojin wanted to experience as much as possible.

And the Detective couldn’t refuse.

“The scene?”

His eyes widened.

“Yes.”

He seemed to ponder for a moment before nodding.

“Well… I’d be grateful if you did that.”

The car immediately departed, and after a 30-minute drive, they arrived at their destination.

It was an area dense with studio apartments.

Kim Taehyun, who got out of the car with Woojin, pointed to a third-floor studio apartment.

“Shall we go in?”

After receiving a salute from the police officer standing guard at the door, Kim Taehyun entered with Woojin.

As soon as Woojin stepped into the entryway, he noticed a profusion of bloodstains.

Footprints of both the assailant and the victim, stained with blood, were visible.

Woojin followed them, examining the layout of the house piece by piece.

The scene of the incident unfolded in Woojin’s mind as if he were watching a video.

*

As the landlord opened the door, the thug entered and stabbed the deceased in the neck with a knife he had prepared.

Once.

Whoosh!

The deceased’s blood splattered onto the entryway tiles as if printed.

While the deceased was in a state of panic, clutching his neck with his hands.

Thud.

Again.

The assailant, with the knife still in the deceased, pushed him down as if clinging to him.

And slowly waited for him to stop breathing.

Very slowly, while covering the deceased’s mouth.

The blood flowing from his neck slowly spread across the living room like corn syrup.

*

Woojin, who had deduced the situation from the bloodstains and footprints scattered throughout the house, spoke.

“Murder case, excessive bleeding from a stab wound on the right side of the neck. The weapon is a knife. Not a knife from the house. It wasn’t an accidental crime; it was planned from the beginning.”

“Just as I expected from my brother. He gets it right away.”

Kim Taehyun no longer looked surprised.

“Did anything come up?”

At Woojin’s words, Kim Taehyun handed him the tablet PC.

Woojin started tapping and swiping through the tablet PC.

There was footage of the suspect from the CCTV, and items found at the scene.

“What about fingerprints?”

Kim Taehyun shook his head.

“None came up.”

Woojin combined the information he had just seen.

A person wearing a mask and hat, with bare hands, pressed down on the Candle race in the CCTV footage. The analysis results showed the suspect’s height was 180 cm.

His hair was yellow, as if bleached.

In one hand, he held a plastic bag containing soju.

The deceased willingly opened the door, and the suspect leisurely entered the house.

-It’s someone he knows.

Woojin spoke.

“Detective.”

“Yes?”

“A man 180 cm tall, shoe size 270, with yellow hair, and no fingerprints.”

“That’s right.”

“This person was caught, right? But he doesn’t seem like the criminal.”