111 – Dongmin Lee (46)
Dongmin Lee (46)
I checked my phone nervously.
Several text messages came to my sister in a row.
She looked very nervous.
[Where are you?]
[Why can’t I contact you!]
[You can’t go back, right?]
At some point, the reply was cut off.
I guess.
If I went back to Harin’s house or was ‘kidnapped’ by Harin, the act of contact itself is a risk.
Maybe that’s what I thought.
If you think about it like that, it was explained in its own way that my sister didn’t respond properly to my text messages.
I called that I was asleep.
My sister replied within a minute.
[Are you okay?]
I said yes.
There was no further contact with Haerin.
There’s no way she would have given up on me.
Are you searching the streets at night looking for me?
It’s been 10 hours since I ran away and she didn’t find me, so it seemed like there was no GPS.
“… Or I didn’t find it on purpose.”
But that wasn’t the reason.
Because it’s Haerin Kang, I kept in mind that there must be another purpose or reason that I don’t know about.
The thing I was most worried about was the PD.
I know the editor secretly works overtime, but there is no reply until after midnight.
“………”
This wasn’t unsettling.
Something might happen to PD.
The thing that comes to mind is Harin.
Did Kang Haerin harm the PD?
She reminded her of the possibility that something might be going on between the two of them from the fact that she hadn’t contacted her either.
I clenched my fist.
What I asked of Haerin Kang was that she would not become a murderer from the start.
If she ever touches her PD, kills or hurts her, she will never forgive her.
She could only hope that she would keep her promise as much as she demanded her three strikes from me.
The laptop turned on and opened a file.
A 『Journal』 That is created automatically at midnight.
But that was just an assumption.
I have never seen a laptop that ‘types’ Kang Hae-rin’s activities all day at midnight.
Every time I was asleep.
Four minutes.
It was until midnight.
The laptop showed no sign of anything.
I have edited the contents of 『Journal』.
[… Kang Hae-rin confessed to all of her machinations and sincerely apologized to her Dong-min Lee. She reconciled with Lee Da-mi and decided to love Lee Dong-min in a healthy way.]
‘I lived a long, happy life.’
I wrote an ending that can only be seen in fairy tales.
In addition to the sudden development from the previous content, there is no probability and an absurd ending.
However, the contents were not modified.
When I first had a red wine-colored notebook, it was immediately corrected as soon as I wrote something like this.
In the middle, after Haerin found out that she was a character in a novel, this laptop was completely broken.
From then on, it works like this.
‘But…’
My sinister thoughts did not know how to end.
Here is perhaps the most important trick that will smash beyond hitting me in the back of the head that might overturn all these presuppositions.
The ‘original’ laptop didn’t work like this.
Two minutes.
We just entered the 1 minute mark.
What happens at midnight?
Tadattadat, will the articles be written all at once?
Or are the contents added in an instant, like refreshing the Internet window?
“………”
57 Seconds.
32 Seconds.
17 Seconds.
It was the first time I had tracked the time in seconds like this since the first time I registered for classes.
8 Seconds.
My mouth was dry.
Three seconds.
From noble mtl dot com
2 Seconds.
1 Second.
“……”
It is exactly midnight.
The boundary between day and day.
It means reaching the top like Sisyphus’ stone, and the time promised to go through a new cycle.
“………”
And there was no response from the laptop.
Nothing was typed automatically, and nothing was added when I opened and closed the file.
The laptop was tampered with.
#
The next day, I was still lying in bed.
I ate only one meal a day through delivery.
The world view has completely changed in one day.
The laptop was fake.
That meant a lot.
Apart from forcing me to sleep every night after yielding 100 times and accepting every move, if even the laptop is tampered with-
There is no reason to be hostile to your older sister.
“Then it is.”
I bit my lip as I glared evilly at the pale light that hurt my eyes.
“f*ck.”
There was no way my sister would think of me that way.
Lee Da-mi’s love for me is not a rational feeling, it’s just an older sister’s affection.
‘Idami likes you as a man.’
The reason I believed Haerin’s words decisively was because of the laptop that proved her activities.
But if Haerin knew the function of the laptop, she could have used it in reverse.
Kang Haerin tricked me into looking good.
“Perhaps, at midnight…”
Pretending to be asleep, he might have woken up and entered the manipulated content into the notebook at midnight.
Maybe I only wrote the file during the day when I was writing, and then replaced it.
That’s why they gave me that tea, no, sleeping pills.
It was a struggle as it was, but if the intention was to create a gap between me and my sister, no matter how good I thought it was, I couldn’t look at it as cute.
I made her feel disgusted.
Everything was her big picture.
“f*ck, f*ck, f*ck…”
I hit the bed with my fist.
Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes.
“…What should I do?”
Haerin Kang hasn’t changed at all.
I believed that we could have a humane, mutually respectful love, but that was all just acting.
Kang Hae-rin was still an obsessed killer.
She hasn’t killed anyone yet, but when she went out, she confirmed that if her actions were also fabricated, she could have already committed the murder.
Then the promise was not kept at all.
There was no contact from PD.
A full day has already passed.
Even though I’m busy, I’ve never been so late in replying.
She’s been helping for years already, so I know she’ll ask for forgiveness when she’s really busy.
“It’s Haerin Kang.”
I was almost certain.
She saw me leaving her house with her PD in her half glass, so she probably went after her.
“I wasn’t sending it alone.”
I’d rather have you stay at a motel with me.
I had repeated regrets that made no sense.
Just as I found out that PD-nim had the original file, Kang Hae-rin must have noticed too.
She knows that if she has that file, she can affect reality in some way.
She removed the risk factor.
I have a question.
If strong Rin has been tracking me since the moment I left the house, there’s no way she doesn’t know where she is here.
“Are you just watching?”
I raised my upper body.
For now, you have to avoid the seat.
I contacted my sister.
I called right away.
This time she got it right away.
[Sister, it seems dangerous here. I’ll go.]
[If you tell me the location, I will go to see you.]
The meeting place and time have been decided.
After checking out, there was a vehicle.
… It was a categorical detective.
I hesitated for a moment, but then I remembered that he was cooperating with my sister, and I crossed the road.
“I made up my mind well.”
He said.
The body seems to have recovered.
It must have been difficult because of the fracture, but fortunately.
Of course, the movement still looked uncomfortable.
We ran in silence.
“The reason Dami didn’t come out herself is because it’s dangerous.”
I didn’t ask, but Detective Beom said.
“Kang Hae-rin is being watched by Detective Park.”
“………”
Is it a division of roles?
As expected, if one person was watching Kang Hae-rin, the other person could move freely.
It was a rule that guaranteed safety.
I got a text message from Haerin.
[To me, you are the only one.]
“………”
I turned off my phone.
#
I came to a village in Eunpyeong-gu.
I could see white and red villas to the left and right of the uphill road drawing a curve as it was hollowed out.
Above my head was full of dangling electric wires.
Some of the alleys were narrow, and the whole thing felt stuffy, as if I had become an insect trapped in a spider’s web.
The sky was only very narrow.
“Here.”
Following the categorical detective with a subtle limp, I went downstairs of a villa.
I will see my sister soon.
I felt my heart beating.
This meeting was significant in many ways.
It was also an act of violating, or coming close to violating the ‘three strikes’ that Haerin refers to.
But since she was cheating on me, I thought the promise itself was invalid.
If it wasn’t for my sister’s feelings for me, she wouldn’t even have a reason to promise me.
She f*cked me.
“Are you okay?”
Detective Beom asked in front of the elevator.
“…Yes.”
“Cheer up.”
“… Sorry…”
I cried while trying to apologize.
The reason why the categorical detective is feeling uncomfortable right now, and why he keeps trying to protect me even in the midst of that, is because the 『Journal』 I made has become a reality in the end.
Detective Bum grinned and tapped me lightly on the shoulder.
“Let’s do it right from now on.”
That was the end.
“……”
I got off the elevator.
I walked to the end of the narrow hallway.
Smart-
There was no response from
.
I looked at Detective Beom.
He looked at me expressionlessly and unlocked the door with the key.
There was no one inside.