129 – Dongmin Lee (64)
Dongmin Lee (64)
He wandered for a long time before finding everyone.
If it wasn’t for the phone flashlight, it would have taken much longer.
Even though he was taken aback as the basement was much larger than he thought, he concentrated.
He struggled to endure the beating of his heart, the stiffening of his whole body with fear he felt for the first time in his life.
He didn’t feel scared.
But he couldn’t stop the goosebumps running down his spine when he saw ‘something’ while his phone’s flashlight flashed swiftly from ceiling to corner.
It looked even more terrifying because of the limited field of vision of ‘a ray of light’ shining in the black abyss.
I had to find a source quickly to prove that it wasn’t because of fear and the resulting imagination that made the entity more frightening.
And when the inner bulb turns on-
Park Seong-gang froze.
Standing in the dark near the stairs leading to the underground torture chamber, he saw an ‘incineration device’ at the end of his field of vision.
No, what should I call it?
As a rule, the surest way to hide a body is to get rid of it so that no evidence remains.
The dismembered corpse, which has been passed down like an urban ghost story, is divided into drums and thrown into the deep sea.
Ask in a rough place where no one can find it.
To burn it down.
What was visible under the yellowish light bulb was a cool-colored metal plate that looked like an operating table.
There was a medical cart next to it.
Nothing was put on it.
As I turned my gaze around, there were several ‘tools’ stored in glass tubes, like a display stand in a museum.
Various sizes of knives, nippers, axes, saws, needles, scalpels, disinfectants, or drugs of unknown meaning.
However, it was the ‘crypt’ located in the corner that made the existence of all those things fade.
The concave hole was pitch-black, as if it led to another dimension.
Halfway through the entrance was what appeared to be a circular press, and was heavily occupied.
There was a sharp piece of metal on the surface of the press.
Perhaps if you activate the machine, it will take turns tearing, mashing, and crushing the victim.
Inside the crypt, it was riding downhill.
In other words, that press, shredder, whatever it is called, what is ‘processed’ by that terrible machine flows beyond.
What made Park Seong-gang’s hair bristle in particular was the dimly visible ‘feel of use’ of the machine.
“… Not new.”
Opaque dry marks loomed on the cylinder.
And, hard to believe, what looked like flesh dangled around the sharp metal.
Park Seong-gang took a step and realized that someone was touching him on the shoulder, so he took a defensive action.
“……”
… But it was a device connected to the ceiling.
It hung limply down and had an iron lock on the end.
Park Seong-gang sighed in relief.
Then, with an inadvertently lowered gaze, under the lock, I found a reddish dried mark.
It must have been cleaned, but there were some ‘traces’ that were not neatly organized.
Park Seong-gang assumed that it was blood.
His confidence was gradually becoming clearer.
I couldn’t believe that Lee Dong-min lived in a place like this, soaked in the newlywed atmosphere with Kang Hae-rin.
‘I checked.’
Bullsh*t.
Park Seong-gang burst out laughing.
“Check? You crazy bastard…”
He swears involuntarily.
That wasn’t like him, but he felt like he would go mad with fear if he didn’t.
It was a pressure that even active-duty homicide detectives could not bear.
As he got closer to the grinder, he saw that there were also spills on the operating table.
Looked pretty old.
The thing in the shredder was definitely a piece of flesh.
Park Seong-gang tried to call for support, but he gave up when he realized that the signal was not going.
Instead, he took pictures everywhere.
Park Seong-gang, who looked around the underground torture chamber in such confidence and anger, found something suspicious.
Beside the operating table, there was a box-shaped cart with nothing on top, but the inside of the body was empty, so it was being used as a drawer.
In one of them was a bloody laptop.
It was said to be blood-colored, but it was a bit darker and more purple than just blood.
Park Seong-gang unfolded it.
Took.
A piece of paper fell.
It was written there.
[I decided to become the main character in my novel.]
Below it was written in a different handwriting.
[Take responsibility if you made it.]
“………”
Park Seong-gang turned on the power.
There was no lock screen.
There was a folder.
『Kang Hae-rin’s Murder Diary』.
There were two files inside
.
‘Main story’
‘Abduction’
But there was a difference.
While the currently published volume of 『Journal』 Is 1300, there are close to 2000 written here.
Park Seong-gang pressed a file in the middle.
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It rained for several days.
…
In high humidity air, like entering an aquarium. The strong Rin was a fish that did not swim, and was on the verge of suffocating because her fins got stuck in her gills. Feeling scaled, she listened to her heartbeat for a long time. Now she knows herself better than anyone.
‘I can’t feel anything.’
Haerin Kang rolled up the sleeves of her slip gown.
The material was too thin to wear on the approaching street corner of winter, but I didn’t feel cold even though it fell below 20 degrees. Her skin didn’t sweat, and she didn’t even have chicken skin.
She closed her eyes and recalled Lee Dong-min’s face.
…
In an instant, I remembered the scene where Lee Dong-min was shot.
‘It hurts.’
Banijae’s blade pointed at Lee Dong-min. Lee Dong-min stretched out his palm to block it. So fast that the detectives couldn’t even react. However, maybe Kang Hae-rin could have stopped it. Even if she was only a few meters away, she had her abilities. If only she had paid more attention and attention. Before the tip of her sword in her imagination tore her palm, Strong Rin opened her eyes.
A lump of chicken meat appeared on his forearm. Cold air seeped through the loose sleeves. My whole body trembled as if my thoughts were a signal. Soon, an unbearable thirst set in.
Stronger Rin put her foot to the kitchen. The moment her dead skinless bare feet touched the floor, her cold energy rose. She stood there for a moment, then went to her dressing room and put on long, thick socks.
There was an absence on the phone, and there were many text messages.
Strong Rin heard her intercom ringing.
“………”
Idami was standing on the other side of the screen.
Stronger Lynn invited her inside.
“Hello.”
Lee Da-mi said with an awkward expression.
“I came because I was worried.”
“……”
Dami Lee sat on the sofa. She didn’t even turn on the boiler and it was raining outside, so it seemed cold. But strong Lin, she didn’t even turn on the boiler, she let it rain and the temperature dropped or not.
Kang Hae-rin’s eyes were cloudy and she looked exhausted. She kept thinking of Lee Dong-min’s assault that she was able to protect, and she felt his pain as her own. To her, who lived insensitively, it came more sensitive and aggressive than her others. To be honest, it was hard for her to even pretend to be calm.
“…Can I turn on the boiler?”
Ida-mi said while tying her forearm. Without Lee Dong-min by her side, she didn’t act as ferociously as before. On the contrary, she behaved quite friendly. She knew at some point that she was letting go of her words, but she didn’t find it particularly offensive, so she just walked away.
“… Oh, otherwise it’s fine.”
As Haerin Kang continued to look at her expressionlessly, Lee Da-mi smiled a little embarrassed. Haerin Kang did not feel the cold. When Lee Dong-min is not by her side, at least when she doesn’t think of him, her anesthesia returns. Strong Hae Rin was unconcerned even if her person’s skin was torn, and the same would be true if someone did it to her.
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She walked in the cold rain and never caught a cold, as if she had no senses, and she never felt a chill. More than anything, as she watched Lee Da-mi, who was trembling little by little, she didn’t even think of showing her mercy. Not because she’s particularly cynical, but just…
She just didn’t think about it.
Lee Da-mi, who had avoided her gaze at first as if Rin’s gaze was burdensome, continued with her prepared words.
“I was worried because you couldn’t reach me. Dongmin and me too. I think we can reconcile.”
“… Reconciliation?”
“… Yes, I was so grateful to see you getting angry for Dongmin. As an older sister, I felt ashamed that I couldn’t do anything when her younger brother was in pain.”
“………”
“I know. That I’m obsessed with Dongmin. So I got a lot of misunderstandings like that.”
“………”
“Joo-hyung oppa… So, I’ve heard a lot about that from the categorical detective. Why do you always talk about your brother every time you see him? So do my friends I wonder if you have strange feelings for your sister.”
“… Isn’t it?”
“What?”
Lee Da-mi, who opened her eyes wide at Rin’s words, suddenly opened her mouth. She even laughed out loud. In the quiet space, amidst the occasional rumble of thunder, her voice seemed alive. She’s the only one alive, in this hell, Rin thought. For some reason, she felt envious of it.
“Of course not!”
Dami Lee said.
“I also had a boyfriend.”