The Mad Prosecutor Picked Up AI - Chapter 1



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prolog

“It’s finished!”

“I finally did it!”

The fat man and the thin man, who seemed to have stayed up all night in the development room for months, hugged each other and shouted in joy.

“It’s finally done. The world’s first wearable AI that can synchronize with people!”

What they jointly developed is AI3000KN05-03, an artificial intelligence specialized in law.

This artificial intelligence will be of great help in catching criminals and solving cases in the future.

The fat man smiled broadly.

“Now we’re going to be a bunch of tycoons. When we announce this, people will line up to buy it.”

“But you can’t sell it to foreign countries. If possible, you should hand it over to our government… … .”

“Are you crazy? Do you really think the government will pay you a fair price?”

“But to make good use of this, a prosecutor has to use it. A prosecutor is a civil servant… … .”

“You idiot, the government will definitely try to beat up the price. We should target big companies. Let them buy it and sponsor the inspection.”

The slimy one bit his fingernails.

“Then wouldn’t the large corporations that sponsored the inspection be able to manipulate it as they please? This was created to ensure fair and impartial exercise of the law.”

“That’s something we can just put in place by going there and enacting related laws and various other braking measures. But, do you really think so?”

“what?”

“We’ve been pouring our bodies and souls into this for the past three years to ensure a fair and just exercise of the law?”

As the fat man pressed him, the thin man stuttered.

“Of course… it would be better if I could make money with this.”

“Of course. If they knew what this thing was, they would charge a high price for it.”

The thin man looked at the artificial intelligence with a worried face next to the fat man who was happily imagining a future where he would get rich.

“Hey, by the way.”

“Why? What? I don’t sell to the government.”

“Okay, that’s not what I’m trying to say.”

“What is it?”

After hesitating for a moment, the skinny boy carefully opened his mouth.

“Would anyone want to do… synchronization? This would involve linking one’s own brain with artificial intelligence. I don’t think anyone would do something this dangerous unless they were crazy.”

The fat man chuckled.

“What else did I say? Don’t worry. Isn’t there at least one crazy prosecutor among the prosecutors in the Republic of Korea?”

* * *

“Who is talking about me? Why do my ears tickle so much?”

Do Hyeon-gwang rubbed his ear with his right hand.

“Okay, let me take a picture. Make a fist with your right hand. Everyone, look here.”

The reporter skillfully pointed the camera. Of course, what he was interested in was not Do Hyun-kwang, who was sitting at the very end of the back row, but the Minister of Justice, who was sitting in the middle of the front row.

“Okay, let’s take a picture! One, two… … .”

“Ouch, it tickles.”

“three!”

The moment Do Hyun-kwang picked up his ear, the camera shutter went off with a ‘click’.

Fat and Thin didn’t know it, but at this very moment, the ‘mad prosecutor’ was wearing his robe and had just finished his appointment ceremony as a new prosecutor.

While everyone else was clenching their right fists, the only person who was picking his ears was this person.

Crazy inspector Do Hyeon-gwang.

Episode 1: Crazy Inspector Do Hyun-kwang

“It’s so damn hard to get tested.”

I wondered why the inspectors were so stiff-necked and arrogant. There was a reason for that. It was annoyingly difficult to be an inspector.

Doesn’t the back of your neck get stiff after going through something difficult?

No, not that.

First of all, starting from high school, you cannot have even one scratch on your student record, and you cannot have a criminal record that is heavier than a fine.

This might not be that difficult for most people, but it was quite difficult for me.

I have had mania since I was a child.

No, if I say it like that, I’ll sound crazy.

Let’s just say it’s a chronic illness.

A disease in which you blurt out the words you think in your head without realizing it.

I don’t know how to express myself in words. And I’m even more bad at saying the things that come out of my mouth.

“I saw you stealing last time.”

“Are you a fool, sir?”

(Even though he couldn’t express it indirectly, he always used polite language. Because he was a polite person.)

“You hit him first.”

“Teacher, your breath stinks.”

As a result, I started fighting every other day. Not only the adults in the neighborhood, but even the teachers didn’t like me.

Since I was in my third year of middle school, when I decided to become a prosecutor, I suppressed this madness. No, I treated my long-standing illness well.

Even if you have something to say, swallow it inside, and if someone tries to pick a fight with you, hold it in.

That’s not all.

To become a prosecutor, you have to study really hard.

I had been playing around until middle school, but when I set my sights on becoming a prosecutor, you can imagine how hard it was for me. I studied so hard that I almost died.

That’s why I’m a prosecutor now.

Why did I go through all this trouble to become an inspector? There is only one reason. It is to send the guilty ones to the bread.

That’s what my father said.

If you commit a crime, you should go to jail.

My father, who was a detective, really hated people who committed crimes but used all kinds of connections and tricks to avoid going to prison.

As if people hate inspections.

There are good reasons why people dislike tests.

Approximately 2,000 people pass the bar exam each year. Of those, the number of new examiners passing varies from year to year, but is roughly between 40 and 70.

Think about it. There are brilliant minds who graduated from law schools that are difficult to get into and even passed the bar exam. Of those, only those who are in the top 2-3% can become prosecutors.

But what are the things that you do with that good head?

Covering up for bad guys, covering up crimes, scaring away people you don’t like, taking bribes…

What is this? I can’t tell if he’s a gangster or a prosecutor.

Oh, I can tell the difference.

If you do that and go to jail, you’re a gangster. If you don’t go to jail, you’re a prosecutor. Even if you take off your clothes, you’re a lawyer who’s sucking up to a lot of money.

Of course. Not all prosecutors are like that. Surely not all 2,000 prosecutors in South Korea are like that. If that were the case, South Korea would have been in trouble a long time ago.

There are many great and excellent prosecutors who are quietly doing their jobs in their positions. It’s just a few loaches that are muddling the waters.

The problem is that all these loaches occupy key positions and are at the pinnacle of power.

“Hey, Sword. Today is the last day?”

Kyungsoo Kim, who noticed me from over there, raised his hand and greeted me.

Yes, those guys are the problem. He is a genius who graduated from Seoul National University’s Department of Business Administration and Seoul National University’s Law School. His father is a former chief prosecutor and a current lawyer.

Those guys are like loaches who use school ties, regional ties, and blood ties to get high positions and commit all kinds of corruption to protect their cartel.

“What, you’re not even saying goodbye anymore? Is this the last time?”

“Hello, loach.”

“what?”

Oops, mistake. This guy is not a loach. I don’t know what will happen in the future. Not yet.

As a person who is thorough in self-reflection, I immediately admitted my mistake.

“Oh, sorry. I’ll correct it. Bye, I’m a cotyledon who’s become a loach.”

“What are you talking about, you punk?”

When Kim Kyung-soo’s face turned grim, someone from the side stopped him.

“Hey, hey. Hold on. Has he been doing that for a day or two?”

“It’s a face I won’t be seeing after today anyway.”

“Okay. You put up with it.”

It wasn’t particularly threatening even if I didn’t tell him to.

The guys glared at me like a bunch of crazy high school girls and then went into the building.

I looked up at the building the guys had disappeared into. The place where I had stayed for the past year.

Judicial Research and Training Institute.

Just because you become a prosecutor doesn’t mean you start investigating cases and going to court right away. New prosecutors receive training at the Judicial Research and Training Institute for a year.

Today is finally the last day of training. Now, all 43 of us will be leaving for our new assignments.

* * *

“The law is what upholds the foundation of our country. That’s what it means to have a country governed by law. Prosecutors are there to help the law do its job… … .”

Blah blah blah… … .

He should have just let us go, but the director of the training center was mumbling a lot as he stopped us from leaving.

Can’t you tell just by looking at it? Everyone wants to get out of here…

I looked around and scratched my head. Everyone was staring at the director of the training center with bright eyes, eyes that befitted a new prosecutor full of passion and enthusiasm.

Listening intently so as not to miss a single word of his precious words.

Ugh.

These are words we all know anyway.

I yawned as I listened to the flat lecture.

But I am a person who knows what manners are.

The director of the training center is speaking, so I can’t just open my mouth wide and yawn.

I yawned internally, my throat sore.

“I’m bored.”

Why?

After years of practice, I was able to yawn internally without anyone noticing.

why?

Why is everyone looking at me?

Oh no. Did everyone notice my inner yawn?

“Boring? Who are you?”

Oh, I thought you thought about it.

You said it out loud.

The director of the training center looked back at the researcher sitting next to him.

“Did that guy just say he was bored?”

“Please understand, Director. That guy wasn’t like that originally.”

thank god.

As expected, no one noticed my internal yawn.

The problem is that I was talking to myself without realizing it.

This madness, no, a long-standing illness, that made me feel awkward by blurting out my thoughts without any filter.

I thought I was cured, and actually I haven’t had this symptom for quite some time, but it seems to have come back recently.

“That friend lost his mother a while ago, and since then his condition has been a bit… … .”

“Oh, that friend from a few months ago? I see.”

The director of the training center’s face softened noticeably when he heard that his mother had passed away.

Now that I think about it, it had been quiet for over ten years, but it seems like the symptoms recurred after my mother passed away.

The chronic illness that I had been holding onto with the sole purpose of becoming a prosecutor. Now that I have become a prosecutor, my mother who worried about me has also passed away.

It looks like the unbridled dog disease has struck again.

Hiya, that research fellow is brave.

Please help me find the cause that I didn’t even know about.

I should say thank you.

The director of the training center asked me with a much softer face.

“What is your name?”

“This is Do Hyeon-gwang.”

“Yes, Prosecutor Do. I spoke for a rather long time, which was a bit boring.”

“yes.”

“… … .”

The researcher sitting next to the director frowned at me.

whatever.

I’m an honest and straightforward person who doesn’t know anything about lies.

“Yeah, yeah. It can be boring. I was talking about what a prosecutor should be like. If you have a firm belief in what a prosecutor is, then that kind of talk can be boring.”

The director seemed to be a more open-minded person than I thought.

“So, what do you think a prosecutor is? What do you think a prosecutor is?”

“The prosecutor is a dog.”

“… … !”

This time, not only the research fellows but also their peers were excited.

“What are you saying?”

“That damn guy.”

“Are you crazy?”

I just answered their questions honestly, and they’re still acting like this. What do you want me to do?

The director of the Judicial Research and Training Institute is not something just anyone can do. The director asked me again with a calm face.

“Is there a reason why you think so?”

“That’s what my father always said.”

“The spring manager?”

“yes.”

“What kind of work do you do, Chief Chun?”

The words are sophisticated, but in the end, it’s, ‘What’s your father like?’

“You were a detective.”

The director nodded as if he agreed. Just like ordinary citizens, it’s rare to find a detective who likes a prosecutor.

“You were a detective. So, I guess you’re retired now?”

“He passed away. When I was in 3rd grade of middle school.”

“ah…….”

The fact that I was an orphan was unintentionally revealed to me in less than ten minutes.

“My father always said this while he was alive. ‘If we work hard to catch X, those bastard prosecutors will let them all go. Anyway, you bastard prosecutors!’”

“… … .”

“… … he said.”

The atmosphere suddenly became gloomy because my acting was too realistic. The director licked his lips and coughed in vain.

Well, what can I do?

The father who said that has already passed away.

There’s no way I’d sue a deceased person for defamation by writing facts.

Huh.

By the time I had yawned internally three more times, this tedious position was slowly coming to an end.

The director stood up from his seat, shook hands with each of our new prosecutors, and asked them where they would be posted.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to the Busan District Prosecutors’ Office.”

“Oh, that’s good. I know a lot of people among the chief prosecutors there. I’ll explain it to you.”

“thank you!”

“What about gratitude.”

He burst into laughter, perhaps quite pleased with the sight of me bowing down to greet him.

“I’ve only been a prosecutor for a few years. There’s no one I don’t know among the prosecutors in this field. I’ve heard that my seniors, juniors, and colleagues are all in the district prosecutors’ offices across the country. Just tell them where you are. I’ll tell them to take good care of our new prosecutors.”

“You’re joking.”

I ended up spitting out lies again.

A few people next to me glared at me as if they were going to eat me. Fortunately, the director was laughing so hard he didn’t seem to hear me.

In our country, there is one Supreme Prosecutors’ Office and five High Prosecutors’ Offices. There is no chance that a new prosecutor will go there, so let’s exclude them.

What’s left are 19 district prosecutors’ offices and 41 branch offices. But you know someone who’s been infected in all 60 district prosecutors’ offices and branch offices?

That’s bullshit. Yeah.

The director greeted Kyungsoo Kim, who was standing next to me.

“Oh my, our Prosecutor Kim Kyung-soo. How is your father?”

“Of course. I was wondering when you wanted to play golf.”

“Okay, okay. Hehe. So, where are you posted?”

Kim Kyung-soo straightened his shoulders, enjoying the attention focused on him.

“This is Seoul Central District Prosecutors’ Office.”

“Oh, your first assignment is the Central District Prosecutors’ Office? That’s amazing.”

“You are too kind.”

“Like father, like son.”

“I will work hard.”

“Ugh. So this is a scene stained by blood ties and school ties?”

The friendly atmosphere suddenly cooled down with my one word.

The director looked at me with a slightly bewildered expression.

“No, you bastard. Blood ties and school ties? This is just because I’m proud of him, since he’s my hometown junior’s son.”

“Oh, it wasn’t school ties, it was regional ties.”

“No, that’s not it.”

The director, who had been looking around for a moment as if asking for help, opened his mouth.

“This isn’t about getting any benefit from school ties or regional ties. It’s just about asking someone you know to take good care of you.”

When I didn’t respond, he added again.

“Wouldn’t that be the same for you? After working hard as a prosecutor in a foreign land, you’d be happy to meet your classmates, so you’d say hello to each other and have a drink together.”

“I don’t think that will happen.”

“Oh, I can’t guarantee that.”

“I am the first among my school alumni to become a prosecutor.”

“… … .”

For those who graduated from schools in Seoul, it might be natural to have school ties or alumni connections.

Even my classmates are like that. Half of them are from Seoul National University. And half of the rest are from Seoul National University.

The rest is occupied by other local governments.

Among the prosecutors, there are few who graduated from a local university and a local law school like me. In particular, among the alumni of ‘Shinbak Law School’ where I graduated, I am the only prosecutor.

I’m the type of person who can’t look into school ties even if I want to.

The director, who had been looking puzzled for a moment, opened his mouth again.

“Yes, Prosecutor Do Hyeon-gwang. Where are you going?”

“This is the Gunnae-myeon branch of the Onju District Prosecutors’ Office.”

“Huh? Where?”

“Onju District Prosecutors’ Office, Gunnae-myeon Branch Office.”

“… …Gunnae-myeon branch office?”

“yes.”

“… … .”

The director couldn’t say anything and just blinked.

It was clear that he was trying to remember if there was a prosecutor he knew at the Gunnae-myeon branch office, or if there was an investigator or working-level officer he knew, or even an employee of the general affairs department he knew.

He looked back at the researcher standing next to him and asked quietly.

“… … Was there such a branch office in our country?”

Hey hey, hey hey.

I’m just kidding.

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* In our country, there is one Supreme Prosecutors’ Office, five High Prosecutors’ Offices, 18 District Prosecutors’ Offices and 40 branch offices.

The Onju District Prosecutors’ Office is a virtual district prosecutor’s office, and the Gunnae-myeon branch of the Onju District Prosecutors’ Office, where Prosecutor Do Hyeon-gwang will be assigned, is a virtual branch office.