119 – Dongmin Lee (54)
Dongmin Lee (54)
Is it because of my mood?
My older sister looked depressed as she headed for Lee Dong-gwan, her father’s house, and our brother and sister’s home.
Maybe it’s simply because he doesn’t talk.
“There are houses like this even today.”
The categorical detective said.
As he turned the steering wheel, the front window of his body revealed a bumpy cement road between low, low houses, and then a rusty blue gate.
Without a doubt, it was our house.
Old roof tiles and crumbling earth walls.
The moment I saw that, I felt sick to my stomach.
It’s been several years since I left home.
There I suffered from all sorts of mental illnesses.
Father’s violence and mother’s obsession.
At first, I thought it was my fault that I was born this way, but after I became independent, all of these disappeared including delusional disorder, social avoidance, panic, and avoidant personality disorder…
I wasn’t wrong.
The world that made me this way was just a problem.
… I thought so, so I tried to be reborn, vowing not to lose to the past.
Since 『Journal』 Gave me the strength to be independent, I thought that I could grow into a decent adult and a member of society along with it.
But everything went awry.
The existence I dreamed of just appeared in front of me, but I couldn’t be happy.
It was because it was a dream of the past
At the very least, it was a gift that arrived too late.
“Are you okay?”
My sister held my hand.
I laughed hard.
All she could do was pull the corners of her mouth to the ends, but the warmth in her hands was comforting.
Perhaps it was because I had seen my sister’s tears a moment ago, what she and I had done wasn’t that disgusting.
Because it’s already over.
I have no choice but to live somehow.
… There was no reply from Haerin.
[Answer me.]
[Did you do that to the class PD?]
Of course I thought that she would follow me, so I felt more afraid of this silence.
The phrase “Calm in a typhoon” Fits perfectly.
“Is it okay?”
I looked at my sister.
She nodded.
“Don’t worry.”
She pointed to the laptop.
Not the laptop Kang Hae-rin manipulated, but the real red wine-colored laptop I used from the beginning.
This is the item that my sister stole before she went missing.
Because all of Kang Hae-rin’s activities are being relayed in there, her pursuit can be evaded.
I got impatient and spoke again.
“Check again. Where are you now?”
“… It’s okay.”
“Don’t just say it’s okay!”
“… Kang Haerin, are you scared?”
“…Are you scared?”
I said it crookedly.
“Honestly, yes. No, I should say this is scary… But at least it can’t be like this right now.”
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“……”
“Kang Haerin tried to imprison me. She cheated on me, so she tried to make me an unthinking pet. A relationship like this is dangerous. Never.”
My sister silently tucked her hair behind her ear.
She smiled and kissed me on the lips.
“… I’m glad you said that. Sister.”
“……”
“Kuhm.”
Coughing was a categorical detective.
He said with an awkward smile.
“… Shall we go, then?”
“………”
Detective Park Seong-gang looked at us with fierce eyes.
I don’t know if this is because of my mood.
When I was living with Kang Hae-rin, I stood up to him, and I may have seemed quite pitiful to him.
I opened the door and got out.
It’s a strange word, but it was a familiar smell in the air.
She thought that her sister would be as nervous as I was, and I looked at her expression, but it was unexpectedly calm.
The wind swept my sister’s hair.
She seemed expressionless to examine the blue gate and the source of evil beyond it.
“It’s been a while, isn’t it?”
She asked.
“Yes, long time no see.”
I answered.
“Me too. It may have been over 10 years.”
My sister also spoke like an echo.
“………”
Detectives took the lead.
This visit was purely preliminary, as there was no criminal evidence of any kind, nor was there a search warrant issued.
‘We’ confirmed that Jang Hye-ok, and ‘Jang Hye-rim’ under the name of 『Ilji』 Were living together with ‘Lee Dong-gun’.
It was exactly what my sister told me.
My sister put together several pieces of evidence and found out that Lee Dong-gun was our biological father Dong-gwan Lee.
He won’t be cooperative.
However, by confirming Jang Hye-ok’s existence, it is possible to detect future danger.
Just by knowing where evil is, there is a way to deal with it.
Would you say appreciation or inspiration?
In the midst of walking backwards, soaked in thoughts, a sudden outburst of curses came from in front of me.
It was a categorical detective.
“f*ck-“
My sister’s expression got worse.
Seeing her run, I followed.
On rainy days, the smell of soil in the garden, which had turned so thick that you couldn’t walk, rose up.
I climbed the stone steps amidst the grass and flowers that grow wild without anyone taking care of them.
The categorical detective held out his hand to me.
“… Wait.”
“… Yes?”
The categorical detective was looking through the front door.
I can’t see inside from my side.
He repeatedly told me, unable to take his eyes off what was “Inside” It.
“… That’s terrible. This is… The first time…”
As much as Detective Beom, Park Seong-gang had a bad expression.
His dark red lips were firmly shut, and his thick, dark eyebrows drew the arms of his arms, revealing his displeasure.
Both of them are detectives in their mid-thirties, but they have been in charge of violent crimes in their own way.
If such people are disgusted.
No, this place was-
I ran to it.
Detective Bum tried to stop me, but I shoved his hand away and saw him in the foyer.
The first thing that comes across is the scent of blood.
On the other side of the narrow entrance was the living room, and a person sitting on a sofa, seen only from a very oblique angle.
No, human form.
No, it’s the wreckage that can be assumed by its shape.
The blood-thinning brain water dripped through the remaining parts of the body, the legs and arms, and it collected in a thick consistency on the floor.
The facial expression, which can be said to be a symbol of human individuality, has lost its container.
It was a bizarre sight to see them sticking to the wall as if they had been nailed to it without being able to fall down.
Two bodies were there.
My heart pounded in my throat.
As if I was about to vomit out of my mouth, I felt the pressure, choked, and dizzy.
“Dongminah!”
My sister supported me.
“Calm down, Lee Dong-min!”
“… Older sister, that is…”
Unbeknownst to me, I called a human being, and even my birth father, ‘that’.
The answer came back without even feeling guilty.
“Right. That person.”
“………”
My sister was calm as usual.
Lee Da-mi hated her father, and she used to regard him as the greatest enemy of ‘our brother and sister’, ‘kin’.
Her character was the same.
Even before his end.
“… What number is this?”
I staggered and lowered my butt onto the floor next to me, barely supporting my wobbly legs.
“How many people are already around me…”
All the people I hated are true.
Kim Hye-eun, Seo In-woo, Nam Jae-chan.
Who is Banyuri PD?
If she hadn’t been caught up in this ‘thing’, wouldn’t she have disappeared suddenly like she is now?
And, is he a father now?
The woman next to my father must be Jang Hye-ok.
Her I’ve never seen her in her real life, but she had the features she described, albeit with her dingy discoloration from the ropes that were clasped around her neck.
Long, voluminous permed hair, a slightly chubby glamorous body that men would like, and so on.
The death of Jang Hye-ok may also be my fault.
After Jung Seong-min, this time it is Jang Hye-ok.
The two of them-
“…Were you destined to die here?”
I looked at my sister with a flash of thought.
“… Did you know, sis?”
I said.
“You said it would be fine. What is this? Uh? Why did your father and Jang Hye-ok die? Who killed it, does your sister know?”
My sister has a wine-red laptop.
That’s a fraudulent tool.
It was no different than a cheat key.
Of course, it is Kang Hae-rin who is relaying it, but she is the main character of 『Journal』.
He is a character who penetrates the story.
Through her perspective, you will be able to find out a hint as to who is behind these events.
I shouldn’t have allowed this in the first place.
“You were so confident!”
I yelled at my sister.
“I heard you can control everything-!”
“… Dongminah.”
A categorical detective blocked the relationship between me and my sister.
He’s good friends with his sister, and even if he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be able to stand this kind of commotion at a murder scene.
A mature and serious attitude.
But I shook him off.
“Tell me. Why didn’t you stop uh?”
My sister hated her father.
Then this may be ‘intentional’.
What if Jang Hye-ok’s sister had left her father to die?
I couldn’t stand that.
In that case, my sister is also a murderer.
She couldn’t stand her desire to judge her.
“… There’s an intruder.”
My sister said calmly.
“There are people who know the contents of the 『Journal』.”
“… What?”
“Those who have the original copy of the 『Journal』 And are not subjected to memory manipulation can change the story.”
“Changing the story?”
“Those who know what is going to happen can either oppose the development or follow it.”
Dongminah, my sister put her hand on my shoulder.
“That’s what I was trying to say from the beginning. Can I give up on this? My sister will sincerely ask you.”
“… Giving up? What are you giving up?”
“The realization of 『Journal』, I can never stop this.”
“……”
“I don’t know what Kang Hae-rin was up to, but aside from the realization of 『Journal』, There are too many people who know the original 『Journal』, So it is a problem.”
“Why is that?”
“The minute we think we have control, someone who knows the original will change it.”
“But!”
“How many people do you think there will be?”
The look on my sister’s face when she said that was rare, desperate and painful.
“Illegal sharing site, Textbook, do you really think there are only one or two people who own it? How do you plan to stop it? 『Journal』 Is already a reality. It will continue to change, and it is as if it has left our hands.”
“……”
“………”
“………”
Everyone was silent at her declaration.
Not only me, but also the detectives.
I couldn’t think of anything to refute.
“……”
At that time, the blue gate opened.
Someone stepped into the yard.
“Dong Min-ah-“
It was a voice I never wanted to hear.
However, at the same time, a familiar voice filled with longing and dejection flowed into my ears.
My biological mother was Woo Sang-mi.