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Once the male left, Joon sat back down on his chair. Soon the day was over and he went on home in his car. Arriving there he dropped his bag onto the floor and headed to the study room, he got a phone call and quickly answered it as he was writing down locations. “Yeah, Don’t worry I will get it done but not before midnight, I think the cops are onto me if they have figured out the time…unless they are stupid but to be sure I will get rid of the body now.” Joon put his phone down and grabbed his jacket putting it on and his gloves, he pressed a button as a gun slid out from under the desk. He then put it in his jacket, the time then struck 6pm. As it struck six Joon had soon faded away.

“Hmm…So you don’t want to die?” Rewind, Joon had appeared inside the building, he touched a piece that was in his ear. “So which floor is it?” A voice spoke into his ear. “Sir you must get to the 12th floor and you seem to only be on the 5th.” “Any body guards?” “Just the two doing their jobs which you can dodge on the 11th floor” “Got it thanks.”  Joon was not sure to do this the hard way or the easy way. He casually walked down the hallway of the 5th floor and noticed the cameras. He hid behind the corner and let out a sigh fading away. He got to the 11th; he looked down and walked towards the two guards casually. They did not really see Joon’s face or catch a glimpse due to being knocked out pretty quick. He tapped the ear piece one more time. “Did you get rid of the code and the cameras?” “Yes sir, go ahead and finish the Job.” “Yes.”

Once home he opened theboxes of food and rushed to his small bedroom – rushing back with his laptop to finish this work. The investigation of the other case had to wait. He solved everything possible so far and the cops took over his work from this point. They needed more clues, unfound one’s first, before they could finish it off. Between some bites of steamed cheap chineese take away and some rice. Cheol yong typed away. One hour, two, three, four later. And Cheol Yong was holding eight papers – four for each crime. Contently he smiled and bundled them together neatly. A paper with the explanation of the mental state. Full explanation – otherwise the ass of a Joon won’t be pleased – explanation of the crime – full paper – Situation before this with a victimology. And a full explanation of everything in general. There is NO way Joon could bash on this. It’s the way they do it in every copstation and so on. You could see this as a file, the way they keep it there. And it was all right. “Bipolar? Joon’s bipolar the ass.” Cheolyong mumbled to himself. Carefully putting the files in his backpack for school tomorrow. “Relax time” He said cheerfully. But sadly for the young male – He got a phone call to check on a new crime. At this point Bang Cheol Yong wanted to cry. It’s 11 already. Yet he rushed to the crimescene – which wasn’t too far from his house.   --

“Ok you all got your scores now let’s carry on to an emotion that common people have which is anger. Anger is not something that is there, something will always trigger it but it builds up slowly unless you are bi polar then that is a whole different thing. Let’s start off with slow anger For instance someone is happy but then you bring up a subject, that will turn into sadness but that person then carries on and not shut up it turns into annoyance and then that anger starts to fill up. I hope you are all writing it down because I will not repeat myself. Now fast anger easy and simple someone breaks something that is precious to you, you get upset and then angry but that leaves to frustration and then hate. Fast anger is more horrible then slow anger…People build it up to hate and can take time to calm down, I tested it out and it took a week for someone to be happy with me again. The male then handed sheets out to everyone.

Grades time. Knowing how well he did he couldn’t help but grin happily. Yet a 50 wasn’t the score he was expecting. It was far below whatever he could do. The happy smiley face directly turned into a grumpy frown. This all was just bullcrap. There was no way he did this bad. Not on screening people. He’s a damn help of the cops. There is no damn way. Staring in shock; yet hurt by his grades he kept staring at the paper. He let himself down again didn’t he? – Yet he did so right. He was so sure about it and he won’t give up like this. Joon was just wrong.

“Ok everyone is here, nice to meet you all the names Mr. Joon, you can get friendly with me or not whichever you choose. If you will ever be rude to me or the work I choose to teach then please leave, I will not tolerate rudeness from anyone. You must do your best in this class perfection is not needed, I do not want my students to be stressing so much so please do as much as you can. If you are lazy then I will keep you behind and work with you. Now let us get on, today’s lesson is about why people behave in such a way and it’s about murder, killing for a reason and killing with no reason.”

Joon stood next to the big white board as the projection started on two crimes. “Example one is on a care where a man was killed, the suspect was at first a lady who was known to be his wife. Evidence was found she was abused by her husband. So rather than calling she had enough and ended her husband’s life. To all males in this class, if you ever think about having future wife treat her with respect and she will respect you. Equality is best in a relationship, treat one another with respect and you won’t end up dead.”  

The male then clicked a button and a second file had appeared. “This one is about the famous Yorkshire ripper…who is known for murdering women, his actions where quite strange he believed it was an act of god and said he was told to kill these women. Prostitutes, women who slept around…But his actions where just an excuse to kill, to me this man was mental and just wanted to keep his killing streak going. He was soon caught and to those women who were murdered may their souls rest in peace.”

Bang Cheol Yong listened carefully to his teacher as he told the story. Two big eyes looked up at the tall male who pointed at the board. The tone of his voice was rather strange. Not the usual tone a teacher would have while telling a story. – Maybe it’s just because the sad background of the lady. Which yet isn’t actually the right way to escape from the pain she’s been suffering off. But hell knows how her way of thinking was. – Bang Cheol Yong directly took notes of the lady and the story. It’s always easier for him to use his mind maps after he had to give a vision of the situation.