128 – Dongmin Lee (63)
Dongmin Lee (63)
The contents of 『Journal』 Were too vast.
Fortunately, after reading the contents, I was able to recall what I had forgotten.
When I realized that Park Seong-gang was invading the house in search of an underground torture chamber even in the original 『Journal』, I was chilled, but the details were different.
In the first place, the original version of 『Journal』 And the current situation are so different that it can be said to be the difference between heaven and earth.
There is no Lee Dong-min in the original 『Journal』.
Park Seong-gang discovered the existence of 『Journal』 Early on.
“… I won’t keep it as it is.”
As if to confirm his thoughts, many records of Kang Hae-rin were found in desk drawers, cabinets, whiteboards, and walls.
Park Seong-gang also had many interesting things.
“…The character in the novel is a bug.”
… I guess it means some kind of mutation that causes a variable and doesn’t work according to the rules.
“However, that condition is limited to when the character in the novel realizes his or her identity.”
This must be Haerin Kang’s guess.
If this is correct, it means that Park Seong-gang’s current existence is the one that causes transformation in 『Journal』.
Of course, Haerin Kang also falls under that category.
Because she realized the truth before her.
[… The bugs are varied. For example, those who knew the contents of 『Journal』 In advance were all bugs. Those who can distinguish the difference between fiction and reality, and who can read it, have the freedom not to follow it.]
[… There is a person who ‘writes’ reality.]
[… I don’t know what to call it. But even my genius brain couldn’t figure it out, and above all things got worse as they got worse. You can’t control everything. Desperate.]
“………”
The amount of memos was enormous.
Park Seong-gang continued to listen to the outside world, acquiring information that seemed most important.
Hae Kang seems to have used this place as her studio.
I thought that expressing himself as a ‘genius’ was surprising because it was mixed with that cynical expression, but that wouldn’t be wrong either.
This is because Kang Hae-rin is a character with strong grip, action, and intelligence in 『Journal』.
It was surprising that she felt the ‘limit’.
[… Can’t clear all the bugs]
[… He called me a ‘human’ rather than a character, but that’s also not true. Since I am a human being, I am still trapped in many restrictions.]
[… The existence of illegal sharing sites and texts is creating countless bugs. Can’t stop them Nor can we verify their numbers.]
[… Once confirmed, there are Lee Da-mi, Ban-Yuri, club members at the school she attends…, But it is confirmed that there is a difference in degree.]
Some records contained emotions.
Kang Hae Rin knows that she clings to Lee Dong-min, but at least she has never shown that to Seong-gang Park, so she was quite the attention-grabbing thing.
[… You feel a wall between you and me.]
[… I can’t narrow the gap. Is it because I am still ‘Kang Hae-rin’ and Lee Dong-min is ‘Lee Dong-hyun’?]
[…A solution is needed]
It was mostly a record of despair and frustration.
Although it was written in a calm style, Park Seong-gang could feel the frustration Kang Hae-rin felt.
No date was written.
Therefore, it is unknown when it was written.
However, some notes were written neatly, while others were slightly messy.
It read like a change of heart.
[… I can’t do anything more than strong. I have restrictions. The more I recognize that I am a character in a novel, or the more I try to ignore it, the more trapped I am.]
[… Three Strikes. I can’t break Haerin Kang’s ridiculous rules. I can’t ask myself to have a simmering desire. I always keep a cold and dispassionate expression and I can’t break my rational thoughts. I can’t escape the feeling of being strong.]
[… Today was a day close to a miracle. I was furious. He let go of his head and shouted. Every time you think and feel something related to you, you become alive. He said he was sorry to me, but I don’t think a person who feels sorry should behave like he is now. But still I can’t open my heart to him.]
[… Painful. It’s my fault for neglecting myself. Guilt is such a terrible thing. There was blood on his hands. He almost died.]
[… He is weak.]
[… I am strong.]
[… I thought I should use the rules.]
The amount of memos continued to appear the more I read, and Park Seong-gang couldn’t digest it.
Above all, even though he entered Kang Hae-rin’s studio, two hours had already passed.
He looked at his phone impatiently.
There must be a lot of truth in this, but first it will be quick to find evidence of the crime.
Then you just need to get a warrant.
Kang Haerin kills every murder.
Of course, it’s still just a feeling, but I still think that something will appear when I reach the underground torture chamber.
However, there was something puzzling.
This studio is only a few steps away from the ‘bedroom’, and the fact that there are two pillows suggests that Haerin Kang and Dongmin Lee slept together.
“…You didn’t know this?”
Lee Dong-min could see Kang Hae-rin’s work at any time after coming here, and he could also read the original.
Kang Hae-rin didn’t even think about hiding all of this, and was neglecting everything.
“… Should I say stupid.”
Park Seong-gang left the studio with a bitter smile.
I went straight down to the first floor.
Fortunately, I knew the location of the underground torture chamber.
In the original 『Journal』, The process of detective Park Seong-gang discovering Kang Hae-rin’s underground torture chamber was written.
Thanks to his performance, not his own in the original, Seong-gang Park went straight to the study without suffering.
A thick turquoise spine.
I took it out and unfolded it, and the remote control came out.
Park Seong-kang looked at the library.
After several attempts, a door appeared.
There was a pad on the side, but no buttons were visible.
Park Seong-kang entered a number on the remote control.
It was as written in the original 『Journal』.
“…0709…”
But it didn’t work.
“………”
Park Seong-gang decided to use the most reliable method instead of hastily trying a few more times.
Even if the security company were contacted by chance, they would be able to check everything inside in a matter of minutes.
If the underground torture chamber were a factory for torturing, killing, and disposing of human beings, I wouldn’t entrust such a place to a decent security company.
Because such confidence was greater, Park Seong-gang raised his gun and smashed the pad without hesitation.
Bang-!
Bang, bang-!
Park Seong-gang groaned and opened the door.
A thick, cold wall of cement appeared.
Another pad appeared, this time emitting red lasers that responded to movement.
Bang-!
Park Seong-gang broke that too.
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“…What, nothing.”
Even though he was confident that it was the surest solution, he murmured as he watched it open to the point of futility.
Neither loud sirens nor traps are activated.
He looked inside, feeling uncomfortable but still relieved that he couldn’t sense anything from inside the room.
I saw a narrow staircase leading down.
The aisle was so narrow that it felt even darker.
Park Seong-gang turned on the flashlight on his phone.
I went down the stairs.
Jerbeok, jeobeok.
The last step that appeared was-
It looked like a home with a sink, cupboard, and cabinet on one wall, and a dining table in the center.
“……”
Not surprising.
This was also written in the original 『Journal』.
However, I was puzzled that there was a ‘sense of life’.
There were dishes in the sink.
There were pots, rice bowls, chopsticks, spoons, and plastic boxes that appeared to contain side dishes.
A large pot was placed on the induction stove.
There were oil splatters around it and on the walls.
At first glance, you could even see traces of dried soup on the floor.
Above it was a fan.
A smell like cooking, which wouldn’t fly in a place that hadn’t been used by people for a long time, crossed my nose.
“………”
Seonggang Park tilted his head.
I was confused whether the smell I was sniffing was really there, or if it was just a visual effect.
There was even a separate collection stand in the corner.
General waste and plastic, cans/bottles…
There was also food waste in a small yellow bag.
“………”
Park Seong-gang approached, thinking that the smell of food was coming from there, but then backed off in surprise.
A disgusting stench stung his nose, as if he had suddenly recovered from rhinitis.
I could see things like ramen ingredients and fish bones.
Seonggang Park frowned at him.
Someone lived here.
However, I don’t live now.
If that was the case, there was no way the food would stay in such a small space until it rotted away.
“… At least it would have been voluntarily.”
What if someone was kidnapped?
Such a question came to mind.
As expected, Kang Hae-rin was a strong candidate.
She also used this place.
Park Seong-gang tore off the frame of the ventilation fan.
The key was caught without fail.
Then he broke the floor.
There is a description that it is somewhere close to the corner, but I couldn’t know specifically, so I almost turned the whole thing upside down.
And let’s clear some blocks-
I found the keyhole.
Park Seong-gang lifted her head and confirmed that there was no presence where she passed, and she also checked her phone.
“…It flickers.”
The signal was not well received.
She didn’t even come in very deep, but seeing her doing this, it seemed like there was some kind of jammer.
According to the original content, Kang Hae-rin is a person who has skills in handling machines and even hacking skills, so it is highly likely that she made or prepared such things herself.
“… This is why I hate writers.”
Park Seong-gang spoke honestly.
“Especially if you are a young writer in your twenties.”
Kang Hae-rin, who is only in her early twenties, lives alone in a mansion like this, and sets up an underground torture chamber where she can escape her powers and satisfy her desires.
And it goes against her probabilities that she has the ability to hunt bad guys and still be unharmed.
But it is possible in a novel.
“Cooking, hacking, good looks, high intelligence quotient, martial arts skills reaching dozens of levels, acting skills…”
Park Seong-gang lost all his strength.
From the beginning, he was playing an unwinnable game against the main character.
“But the reality will be different.”
He passed the last course.
In the darkness thick like a well.
Park Seong-gang illuminated the interior with a flashlight.
And soon I felt my back stiffen.